http://slow.writerscafe.org/dcthomas8 The original writings of author Delaney Thomas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081489 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Disclaimer: These are just my midnight thoughts, I am not suicidal in any way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1867242/ I dreamt of you again last night. It was the same as always: we are together, we're happy, nothing could break us. Until something does. Some nights it's a fight, other nights we just fade apart. Last night, we fought about you. But this time, we didn't break up. We didn't scream at each other. We j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1846185/ I lost everything when I moved. I lost my friends, my band, my theatre, my track. I lost my room, my neighborhood, my school. I lost my oppurtunities and my colleges. I lost my hope, my happiness, my love. I lost me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1749215/ The day wasn't significant. The song wasn't significant. The time, place, etc. wasn't significant. But the moment was. The moment came suddenly, very unexpected. And the feeling that came with it was also very unexpected. That feeling was forgiveness. And that moment was a sudden flashback to a park.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1708975/ Depression and sadness are not beautiful. If you think they are, you clearly aren't plagued with them. The way I see it, depression is like this: You are forced to walk down a hallway blind with knives lining the walls and floors. Every step you take, dozens of knives are cutting you at the same tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1378678/ I finally figured it out. I mean, it finally hit me. The question that I've been asking myself for years has finally been answered. I didn't need someone else to tell me, I figured it out on my own. All by my self. I've finally answered one of the most personal questions I could ever think of, and I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1368710/ I'm on very weak earth right now and I can feel the ground breaking under my feet. I'm going to fall and I don't know if I can pull myself back up. I don't know when but somehow I lost my direction again and I found myself in an area where I should not be. I'm scared and I'm lost. I need a light to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1368329/ Every time I take a step forward towards anything, that thing takes two steps back. There has never been a time where the thing takes a step forward towards me, it's always going back.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1368280/ I want to write but I wouldn't know where to begin. Should I tell a story? Maybe jot down some song lyrics forming in the jumbled mess that is my mind? Or how about just rant like I tend to do? I don't know. I could write about the crescent moon and how I always see the Cheshire Cat's smile looking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1365784/ I love the smell of a window screen in any weather; whether it be during a beautiful summer's night or a during a raging thunderstorm. It captures a mix of the air, the pollen, the dirt, and the dust. It brings everything in and fills the room with the lovely scents of the world. Without the window .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1365767/ Why do you always go for the oneTrapped in the glass box?There are plenty of others out thereWho are alive and free.Yet, It's always the one in the glass box that you seek.It's never the beautiful flowersThat grow wild in the sun,Or the bright fruitsThat are sweet to the taste.It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1364099/ “So, yougot a girl back home?” the girl sitting next to me asked me curiously.“No,” Isaid, not inviting anymore questions from her. I really did have a girlfriend,I just wasn’t going to tell a random stranger about her.“Youknow I am a con artist fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1355634/ Life With OutYou (My Worst Nightmare)You died on August 24, 2016, just days afteryour 18th birthday. To most, it was a shock; to others, it wasexpected, but still no less terrible. I knew you were going through a roughpatch and I tried to help you as much as I possibly could, but in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1350988/ First chance I get, I'm moving out. I plan on moving to Hawaii and surfing everyday. I may or may not go to college, who knows. No one will know where I am or what my real name is, just that I'll be a surfing legend. Eventually I'll open up my own surf shop and maybe settle down with a family but th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1346696/ This is just Adam Levine's part, I didn't write this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1346636/ All it took was 48 hours.48 hours to realize that happiness is out there.48 hours to realize that people do love me (even if it's hard to believe sometimes).48 hours to see the light through all the darkness and feel the breeze in a stuffy box.48 hours to know that I can make it through.48.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1345895/ When I was little, I was always told that only bad people went to Hell. I was told that if you did good, you would go to Heaven. Now that I'm older, I've realized that Heaven and Hell aren't real places; they're just mindsets of the people. You see, I've always thought of myself as a good person. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1344380/ The bullet cracked through the air as he crumpled into the earth."No!" I screamed and ran to his attacker. "I told you that you had to choose and you refused; he choose himself," cackled the villian. "There's no point in crying little girl; he's gone forever."I tackled him and pulled the gun f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1343972/ E- Thank you. I recently became the best version of myself I could ever be. Delaney we both know I was in a bad place. I realized this and now I'm content."Life is only as good as the thoughts you put into your head."Once you understand that concept, things will start to turn around. Stop wishin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1340908/ In today's society, it is more acceptable to hate yourself than to love yourself. Why is that? Is it because more people tend to lean towards hate than love? Or is it because our society is so fucked up that we don't know the value of self assurance and self opinion? If more people loved themselves,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1339037/ I'm lost in a world of pain and destruction;Tears and shivers and emptyness are my only companions.There's no light at the end of the tunnel,Or rope to guide me through.All there is are the screams of my demons and the laughter of ones who know I won't make it.I gave my map and my light to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1338478/ Leaning Forward and Letting GoAs I stood on the edge of the bridge, I considered my options. One: Jump. Two: Fall. Three: Walk away. Option two was just false hope so I really only had two options. Jump or walk away. If I jumped, everything would be over. 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That I can feel a clock inside of me, ticking away the seconds of my life and making me one more moment closer to death than I was before? What about if I told you that death is sprinting at full speed, heading straight for me, and there i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcthomas8/1336013/