http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cheyzard The original writings of author Created Unfinished en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000669 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Outside of my mind,In and out of time, Like a fly on the water, just skimming the surface of a whole lot of water. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2114138/ The sun will set on us. Lost in this land, Lovers until the end. Laid to rest in the well loved dirt.This embrace takes your place. Side by side, marked as lovers until the end. Suicide never sounded so beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2114137/ Mother, MotherWhere would I be if you had loved me?With all of your hate, I felt the weight of my heart shriveled up. My home was a place least traveled. I savored each moment, alone, with any other. Abuse is hard, but it makes you tougher. Mother, MotherWhere would I be if you had l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2114134/ I feel too calm. Where is the storm?I yearn for the waves, the perilous winds, the adventure it calls. I’m ready, I’m here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2114133/ To my absent father, I say this without pause, not to frighten or surprise, but to summarize the whole arc of my emotion.I hope you are dead. I wish you the grave. A wooden coffin, a freshly dug patch of dirt.To be there, would be the safest place, away form me and my vengeful hands. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2114132/ It is here that I fall.In the midst of celebration, a time of exuberance, surrounded by others, pulls me apart.Managed only by slipping away and shutting the door if only for a breath.All of these words are just spirals of nothing, clogging my mind and pounding on my head. A touch sends me s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2098985/ In the wilds, the aging slows.Time has no ground to stand. It bows to nature and the sun alike. Death bleeds into birth where none are lost. Away from here is where it moves.The markings of individuals keep time quite closely. In this mistake, lies the death of the many. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2098038/ I feel the shift before I notice I’ve started to laugh again.The ground beneath me changed to summer, but I’ve only just opened my eyes.I look back behind me to see all the flowers, the sun, the houses with laughter. All of this missed because of my own darkness inside of my mind, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2098027/ BMT lacks creativity. My mind feels empty. I need the words that torch my soul. I need the words that change my own. Here I write, in small snippets. I just need a line!A book in my hand would fill my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2091415/ I pull myself apart like pieces of a machine.Passing them off to be cleaned.Refining myself, with pain, I grow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2091414/ Isolated by my differences,A sense of loneliness,Fades away when you are near.Love moves all.My world has spun,I no longer feel alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2091413/ Standing tall,I feel like a man.Able to conquer.The ability to climb.But then I reminded, I am only a woman.Still, my shoulders rise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2091412/ All this noiseToo many girls Not enough timeAll these voicesToo much chatterNot enough thoughtAll these people,And everyone’s a thot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2091411/ I feel in tangles.Bent and Bruised. I feel the echo of where you once wereLike the brush of a passerby.Your voice is a whisper that I can barely remember. Pushing through, I forget you.It is the only way I rise to face this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2091410/ Miles to goStill I march.Warmth and rain I’ve faced tougher foes.On my way, Leaving my conscience behindMarching on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2091055/ Missing you,turns my chest. I’m such a mess. Being here, without you,I forget my voice.Every memory, is only wishful thinking. I wish I had you, in my chest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2091054/ These are poems that I wrote during my personal time at Basic Military Training. Some of them deal with things I experienced while others are about missing my loved ones. Thanks for reading. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2091053/ If I stand today, Will there be enough for tomorrow?My weight is doubled under this pressure.All these lies can’t hold one single stone.I push.I push.There’s never enough to hold the corruption.Today will lead into tomorrowIf only, I am still here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/2027447/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1961531/ Please critic :))) I know my comma placement is bad. I tried to use them for when I wanted the reader to pause. I know this is used in poems, but it feels wrong to me to do so still. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1912306/ Stars Divide,Hours collide I'll see you today. I'll leave you tomorrow. Far away, Our dreams have died. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1779079/ It isn't very well put together. I apologize if it is confusing or has mistakes. I'm going to be focusing on my other writing from now on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1747799/ I'm from Memories I was born in the city But I did most of my growing up in between pages And playing imaginary games Two more pieces and mudcaked shoes Late night screens from video gamesPaper shreds and messed up words Pitbulls to Pugs I love them allTwo dadsboth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1727349/ I did this for my class. I received a 70 on it because my syllable count was all wrong. I'm posting it as is anyways because I liked it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1727345/ I wrote this for my Creative Writing Class. This is a rough draft. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1723356/ I have this image in my headA hug and a long conversation Mother imagine with mewho I would beif you had loved me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1721122/ This is a poem inspired by the series, "Crank". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1682296/ It is meor my jealousy that obsesses me to perfection the constant refinement for creatingwhat I've seen.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1682272/ I've been feeling angry for awhile now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1665323/ Another poem of my sorrows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1660766/ words were minebut only if it was written http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1640229/ I found myself in between pagesI rewrote myselfwith every word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1616424/ Too young for your handsBut you take me anyway. Another victim,of a father-daughter relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1493591/ Another poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1493146/ I wrote this a few months back. It isn't my best or even really finished. I just need the courage to post something without fearing judgement. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cheyzard/1490103/