http://slow.writerscafe.org/Donabug The original writings of author sedona._.arizona en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190601 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wish I could let goof all the ghosts I hold so tightly to my soul. Like remodeling a house, I wishI could tear down the walls that outline my heart. Those walls that graspat the broken frames, filled with pictures of people who no longer visit. Totear down the already flakin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2104225/ Missing someone isn't an easy thing to do. It comes and goes, in the excitement of something familiar or the thought of you.During anxiety filled showers and sleepless nights,the pain lingers and crowds my mind.Glimpses of memories, like daydreams.Oh, how they fly through my eyes.  I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2103208/ I doubt anyone follows my poetry... but if you do, I've decided to take a break for a while. A few months ago I unpublished all of my poetry on here, which is why you might not be seeing anything under my writings. I just didn't like having them on here anymore. I'm beginning to feel like I'm giving.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2088373/ My heart bleeds in front of you,you've turned a blind eye. My mind knows it's time to move on, my heart lags behind. It replays all these memories, trying toconvince my logic to flee.I pray each night for you, hoping you're safe and on your way to findin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2078473/ It's like a light switch flipped, but I'm not sure when it happened. The lights no longer come on and there's not a ounce of happiness throughout. The leaves all died and the trees are bare, the berries of joy all shriveled. The lights of the city are so large that they have clouded the view of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2058762/ I don’t even feel alive anymore. It’s like I’m walking on an earth that doesn’t seem like home to me. I think I belong somewhere else, I just don’t know how to get there. I see people so happy and I wonder if they’re like me. Do they wear a mask? Are they the stro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2058521/ Do trees shed their leaves like I shed my belongings because they want to give up? Do they die in the winter because the pain from the coldness becomes too much to bare? I'm starting to feel like a tree. I used to be so vibrant and beautiful. My leaves so green and my trunk so strong. But now, as th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2058238/ He made me feel something. But now he’s gone, and that feeling... it’s gone. I just wanna feel again. Something, anything. Everything has become so dull, and my emotions are numb. I am numb. My tongue barely moves when I talk as if it were frozen still, thawing with each word I get coura.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2058019/ I think of you from time to time, wondering if I'm on your mind.I miss those soft, green hazel eyes, like beautiful, gentle autumn skies.Swirled up with drops of sunshine, they always seemed to smile without trying.Eyes that made me love yellow, a now unique color of the rainbow and summertime.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2057599/ I'm trying so hard to keep my head above water,but the ocean keeps crashing over me.I'm getting tired of fighting the currentsand my body just wants to feel free.Free from pain,free from the hurt of it all.I struggle and squirm,nothing works.I don't live like I used to anymore,the days roll by on an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2054656/ This is a poem/start of a song. It's a work in progress. It's somewhat depressing, so reader beware. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2054488/ If home is a place where comfort is found,then you,my love. Are my home.Your laugh and smile are the foundation,your words are the walls.The songs you fill in my heart are the picture on those walls.Full of memories of love I'll always hold. This home is strong, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2033553/ Who should I pray to when all hope is lost? I used to think the sky was filled with answers,but now I know it's only filled with ghosts.It's hard to be alone when you hate your own reflection.I looked in the mirror yesterday,But I felt I had the wrong intentions. There's a creeping on my b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2028928/ I'd still pick you over sunshine,a perfect cloudy day.I'd sit with you in silence as the storm clouds came our way.I'd put up with the rain,I'd fight through the snow.I wouldn't even mind the strong winds that might blow.For you're all that I know.In the eye of the storm,a true love is lost.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2020776/ I tried to patient with myself,but didn't know I was this bad.I lost myself somewhere in the past.You weren't the only one hurting,you weren't alone in self-hatred. The difference was that you were my reason to fight through the pain.I can't say the same for you,but my heart is pretty shattered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2020210/ I'm laid up in my big castle.I sip on apple juice and listen to my tunes.Mostly Pasty Cline and the blues,they make losing you feel less lonely.I let too many people try to blow my castle down,and never again will I let anyone knock even one brick loose.Even if the words they shout make me feel warm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2018051/ Sometimes you find someone and you feel like you're at home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2016255/ I wish my love would transfer to you.I feel transparent,like I'm not quite reaching you.If I say too much I'll get turned away.It's something I know happens,I tend to push people away.I wish you just knew how much I love you,and sometimes I wish you'd show me how much you need me more.But I guess we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2015775/ Why must my mind let me wander through the dark.My heart over loves, it beats a little too much.I strangle every person I begin to adore.Sometimes I wonder if I deserve that love anymore.I can't help my delusions.I overthink too much.I hurt those I love by assuming the worst.I can't help those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2014616/ Sunrises and sunsets.Full of beautiful reds and washy lilacs,my hopes and aspirations.Like the fog that covers the mountains,my thoughts flood my mind.I feel cloudy and invisible inside. These goosebumps I feel,they remind me that I'm still real. If only the sun could help me heal.I miss t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2011781/ My heart just doesn't want to let you go,even though it should.I keep trying to think of excuses to pop into your mind,but I know I'm up to no good.I miss you,all the laughter and love.I even miss the little fights.Oh, how I wish this was just another one.I keep checking my phone,even when I know it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2010993/ I'll shout it into a void,where my words may dangle forever. Not heard, or understood...Just memories of feelings and thoughts of you. The leaves that have fallen still linger on the ground.I see their colors and how they're beginning to fade.I don't know what to do when I stumble upon the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2010460/ To the soul I fell in love with. Our love ended too soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2010087/ A poem for souls who need closure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/2009671/ Fear. It slithers down my neck and courses through my veins.I wish my thoughts weren't covered in your name. I fear loneliness.It's the thing that keeps me up at night. Being needed only by myself.What kind of world would that be?To only be needed by someone who doesn't even want to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/1955956/ A color.A crash.A splash of hope. A pink rose.Covered in fragrances of love,the thorns of lies.A smell so sweet,so bitter free. The feeling of many highs. "For you", he said,"a pink rose".A deadly object for your incomparable beauty. He smiled, so wide and fake.He tries to h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/1940834/ TonightAs smooth as silk,As cold as ice.If the truth lies in the past,where is tonight?The shadows move.They flicker and bow. If they aren't you,where did you go?A shortness of breath.A humming so low.A craving for touch,but by the unknown.Lies smell of smoke.They fill your lungs.It's hard to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/1913805/ Everything I want to say to a boy I lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donabug/1870158/