http://slow.writerscafe.org/Enceladus The original writings of author Ma'at en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111391 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I stopped and looked in the mirror. Shaggy dark brown hair. Empty, soulless blue eyes. Tired black jeans. Old grey sweatshirt.From the outside, I guess you could say it’s normal. But I am so exhausted, exhausted beyond belief with this world I’m living in. Is it living? Or is it just put.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1665181/ “can you please let me disappear for a little while?                        I’m tired, so very tired….I’m always talking to ghosts…People who are definitely there, but don’t answer…and only make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1612466/ sometimesthe only thing i can dois turn up my music real loudand hope it all goes awayi've noticednothing ever changesthen why do i even bothering trying? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1612434/ I I feel like I’m not actually livingJust floating through the vastness of timeIn an orb of sadness, nostalgia, and fear for what comes ahead and what is behind meSurrounded by cold clouds of gas and distant starsAnd crying because of how time has ruined me for all theEternities that will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1600809/ I pull myself into the worlds of television shows Because I don’t like my ownI push myself into the worlds of booksBecause I can’t stand my ownI create different people within my headBecause to escape my mind I have to make another oneI speak with others far awayBecause I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1595484/ i used to want to be that girlthe one with the piercings, the "strange" hairi used to want to be that girlthe one that had a "different" stylethe one that didnt look like everyone elsebut then i realizedthat wasnt who i ami'm not that girl with the heavy eyelinercolored hair, ripped black tshirtsi d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1586091/ just another upsetting rant... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1575784/ The year is 4.6 ^2.8 ATF. 4.6 meant 4.6 billion. That is how old the solar system is. Here, we count time from the birth of our solar system. There is no religion anymore. There has not been since the Wars.2.8 meant how long it was until the sun died. That number also changes, as it gets closer. Sin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1570627/ i'm very sorry about this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1552611/ i'm feeling alone againthere's no one to turn toi'm feeing alone againeverything around me is a musty walli swear i heard voices in the hallwaybut they're all faded nowthe only voice i can hear clearlyis the one in my head echoing back at mei feel alone againthe ones that claim they care areonly the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1539445/ although i am not with youi am thinking about you every waking momentalthough i cannot see youi am constantly imagining you in my headwondering if you are okayalthough i know it has been hardyou can get through iti didso can youi hope you survivebecause you mustyou know it is not the endsince t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1485876/ i want to go to that placethat place i read about it in the booksthose fantasy booksi want to live in that placethat place where i am always enveloped in, reading in my roomthat place where magic existsand handsome princesand cats who can speak to you through your mindi want to go to that placewhere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1473227/ i am so close to being doneso close to leaveas they get more and more angry with methe more i get angry with myselfthe more i lose itwhy am i still here? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1473216/ everything is so dark nowin a long, winding tunnel form like a black holebc no light seems to get throughbut nothing lasts foreverit will get lighterbut to get thereyou just have to trytry and stay aliveso you can live and see the light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1470490/ lifelessbut not deadalive and wellbut not okaydisinterestlonelyit is just meand the ghosts that haunt meand my musicthe only thingthat gives my life colorit is cool wateron a hot summer's dayit is a cup of cocoa on a cold winter's nightthe one thing that gives color to my cheeksinstead of letti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1463934/ i dont have terrible friendsdespite our differenceswe get each otherwe are happy togetherwe all laugh togetheryet even theni feel as ifthere's something missingin their friendshipwhat's wrong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1455399/ there is nothing morethat i want than to be happyto be freeto be lovednothing lessthan i am nowmistreatedmisunderstoodforced to never say anythingabout how I've been doingnothing morenothing lessis that so hard? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1455397/ why do i always fallfor someone i can't haveand then cry about itwhen nothing happenedat all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1453804/ she's never really had much luck with lovealways falling hard for people she can't have and latergetting her heart brokenbut nowshe's fallen hardshe's spoken to himand she already says thatshe adores himbut how will she get him?she'll be forever waitingwaiting for some good luck for once http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1453297/ you give everythingyou feel everythingyou thinkyou know everythingyou try to understand everythingyou put effort in itand suddenlyyou wonderwhy you are so alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1452531/ today in classi was talking to my friend about arti said"I like art but I'm just not good at it"because she is absolutely incredibleand she looked me in the eye and said,"Art is still art no matter how bad you thinkit isyou made somethingit can be just a boxand it is still artbecause you created som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1450916/ hidden under a blanket of"oh i'm fine" "don't worry""I'm ok"beneath the surfaceunder that smilethere is something breakingready to go outwearinga mask of happinessa costume of contentmentmakeup of pretendlipstick of calmthere are only a few who have laser-eyesonly a little that can see the fakethe f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1450458/ earthwith its ups and its downswith its hateand its loveis somethingwe should treasurethere is waterthere is treesand oxygenwe are blessedwe are even here at allthere was a chanceout of more than a millionthat we were notand yetthe right things happenedat the beginning of our universeand the compone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1449926/ why am I so afraid of the night?darkness is beautifulshadows dancing amongst the treesilluminating the grasswith silvery moonlightstars glisteningshining so brightlyfrom so far awayphaseseven the moon must take a break from the earthsleepcalmnesstranquility yet there is a fear lurkingeven then&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1448673/ just random s**t that i just thought of http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1448485/ The year is 4.6 ^2.8 ATF. 4.6 meant 4.6 billion. That’s how old the solar system is. Here, we count time from the birth of our solar system. There is no religion anymore. There hasn’t been since the Wars. 2.8 meant how long it was until the sun died. That number also changes as it gets c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1448037/ it is a part of mesimply not a favoritebut part of my soulmy moodmy beingyou can learn much about mejust by listening the music as well as the lyricsspeak what i cannot saymy mind is embedded in the songwhenever i hear itmy heart stopsi stopit is like freezing timeif that were possiblei dont ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1444900/ just me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1444888/ when something is lostyou can take a long timeto find it, right?but when it is stolen from youor when someone else finds itand takes itit's terriblewhen that thing is so f*****g important to youWHEN IT SAVED YOUR LIFEhow does that feel?they say they understandbut hell no, they don'tjust cuz they liv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1435814/ songs are like starseach are uniquesome are bigger and some are smallerbut each and every one i seehave a story, yesbut all those stars I seein the darknessare lightslights that will guide me home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1435813/ my idol is a musicianalthough you may not know himhe is everything to mewhen you really love somethingand it is important to youthat is him to meit can be a poeta composeran actora scientistor just a friendbut it is all the samei may be young and considered inexperiencedbut i live in the same hatefu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1435812/ there are some things you can't tell anyone aboutsome things you long to tellbut you know no one will understandso you hold all this emotionsadnesshurtand pain inand finally you explodeand all collapses in on itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1435810/ can grow to be big and brightfilled with light and glowexpandshining with brightnessexplode into many colorsthen become a diamondor can collapse upon itselfbecome dark as dark can bebecoming invisibleswallowing all it comes acrossholding everything ithumans are like starsthere are many paths we can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1435807/ one of my favorite bands, The Script, released a new album, and since i cannot write normal reviews for s**t, I've decided to write a poem summarizing the album http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1422495/ another scene from my untitled story collaboration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1416811/ They stared in confusion at the silhouette, temporarily forgetting the raging storm around them. Finally, after a few moments of shock, Daniel grabbed Zoe's hand and slowly walked forward. She followed, staying close to his side nervously, forgetting her head her pride. The unisex silhouette made a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1407828/ He stared back at her, his entire expression reflecting feelings of awe.“I should go,” she said, turning to leave when she felt a strong handlatch onto her lower arm. She tilted her head around. The young man’smysterious blue eyes were set on her desperately. “W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1407503/ trustis something that should be earnedonce it is lost it is gonebut don't you thinkthat no matter what happensyou should always trust someoneit hurtsit really hurtsafter it is lost long ago but never returnedit ruins everything reallyand lowers self-esteemi miss having trustand i hope that one day .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1402596/ after my friend and i had a long discussion about how important music is to many people like us, i got inspired. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1399857/ timetime cannot be stoppedtime will go onwe hear this everydayyet do we understand it? do we acknowledge its existence?time controls the worldtime controls spacetime will continue to control our lives'time waits for no one'this is not truetime cannot waitto wait it would have to be pausetime do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1390517/ inspired by the song "Glowing" by the wonderful band The Script ♥ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1383037/ they walk among usalthough they can't be seenthat does not mean they are not therethey hide in our housesin our yardsanywhere where they can watch usthey lurk from afarentwining themselves into our lives by letting us live in fearfear is the warrior's greatest weaponthey come to childrenpretend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1381081/ inspired from the song by Imagine Dragons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1375806/ a poem about Coldplay's latest album...I hope you don't mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1375798/ I combined my love for astronomy and writing into one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1375422/ ​Seven Days​​he sat alone on the granite bench in the church courtyardhis sa​dness drowning him in an ocean of powerful blows hitting him all over his body, like a rusty bladehis thoughts attack himeach saying he will never be good enough for anyonein this vast world of hatre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1375368/ A man was walking along the Coast of Eptrya, just east of the country Ceyosia. He was a tall man, with sandy colored hair and sparkling blue eyes. The sky was grey and cloudy. A strong wind blew across the canopies of the trees, making them sway slowly back and forth. The ocean was a dark blue; angr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1375294/ in a world, far, far away, and a time long, long, ago, there was a beautiful young girl, she was pleasant and optimistic, in a sunny little village where everyone was always happy, but there was a dark sadness lurking above, watching them without end, threatening the positivity of the village. the g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1375291/ The wind whistled around me as I sat alone on a tree branch far above the forest floor. The sky was dark, speckled with distant stars.At night, like it was now, I thought about these stars, wondering what sort of celestial events they've witnessed, or were a part of, in all the long years they've ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1375272/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enceladus/1375241/