http://slow.writerscafe.org/ibraheemmy The original writings of author ava KH en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022137 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 PressureYou give us books You give us knowledge What does it matterWhen we can't pay for collegeYou want us to use our brainsYou want us to ditch our phonesYet we are taught that digital is the future zoneYou tell us to be vocal and shoutYou tell us to show our views to the worldBut how ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2019009/ the heart is nothing but a muscle, though it's thebeat that keeps us sane http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2013048/ picking up sticks is so meaning less why don't we just cut down the treesno one wantsto breathebesides they're all attached to their screens too busy to seethe world thatcrumbles and falls around them and they ignore the beauty thatwould bein their s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2012982/ your hands wrap'round my neck with the intentto killyou say you never mean itbut I fearone day you willso every timesomeone so much asreaches in my directionI pull away like I'm alergericto affection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2012660/ A bright icon flares up on my screen.  This game has no advertisement like so many others I play.  Only the words Blues and Reds in a boring font. I know I'm supposed to be studying the fall of America in the 5th World War, but I can't resist.  Everyone on Earth is plugged into a game.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2012383/ you fault me on everything you seeand the things you assume about mebut without these flaws how would I knowyou're the oneI should let gowith new eyes ready for selectionI see the needfor thesebeautiful imperfections http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2011083/ When Mother saysthat I'm just being difficultAnd she gave mea chanceWhen Mother says my problemsand anxietyare all in my headWhen Mother saysI don't believe in God because I'm afraid to lose someoneelseWhen Mother finally saysthe word she callsme behind my bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2008524/ you can stopasking me ifI'm finebecause that's what I'll say everydaythe truth is I'm finewith the fact that I'm not okay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2007676/ I don't want to caremaybe it's the pollution of the mind I wear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2007675/ stopleaving me in the darkwithoutchoice or reasoni'm left with these doubtsthat spout like unholyheathensand i try to fit themtogether piece by piece into something I believe in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2007672/ in these arms unwavering does my devotion stayin these willing armsmay your weakness layfor these sturdy armshold no lieof how much I'd give to letyour doubting die http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2007670/ when the needis direour willsexpirewe let it goeven though we know that no one will fight the shadowsor sing the songof the those who've fallen and those who'vegonewe just sit in the heatless sunof a worldwherepeace hasnot yet won http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2007669/ I am better with words than with numbersthe numbers just swirlin my headthey tell that I'm just likethe restthe numbers that want me dead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2007667/ they say if you could go back in timeto meet a young Hitlerwould you shoot him right away or let history just sit therewould you try totell him what might beif he becomes a monstrositywould you maybe waituntil you knew if he couldreally destroyyou too would yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2006253/ I don't want youto hug me or say that it willbe a okI don't want wordsthat lull and pleaseones meant to numb the hurtI want the searing painof cold, hard truths so that they may know I still bleed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2004608/ emptyI am emptyoh so emptyfull of nothingfeeling nothingwanting nothingmore than somethingoh just somethingto make me nothing forevermore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2004605/ find me herein a puddlefind me herein the dustfind me herein the leavesfind me you just mustfor if you neverfind methen you willnever seeto be lost isto be foundif you're always lostlike me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2004603/ if the pieces don't even fit togetherare you really broken? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/2004602/ falling flying what's the difference we all come back to the grounddown, down, downstuck to the earth with our heads in the clouds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1998407/ we sip on sour grapesdancing in pulsing lightsto beating musicwith sweaty bodiestrying to lose ourselvesand become one with the senseless whispersof the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1998401/ When Daddy saysyou're an idiot for not going to churchwhen Daddy saysyou're on your way to hellacting like thiswhen Daddy says this is ridiculoushow can such a smart person be so stupidwhen Daddy saysis this because of Grandma?do you reallythink she's in hellor just becoming dirt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1997703/ a fallen star a lonely sunan explosion ofsuch epic tonsstill less force was needed tobreak my little universe in two http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1997346/ Other worldsso safe so welcoming so kind Other worlds I can holdbut can never be mineOther worlds so easy to fall into Other worldswith chances tostart anewOther worlds are just what they say they areOther worldsare worldsjust a little too far http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1997344/ stay with the tide go as it goesfollow the crowd move in the shadowsforget your faceleave all feargive it up you're nothing herejust change yourselfignore who you are people won't get youyou have too many scarsbe like themdon't cause a fussbe a liar like the rest of us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1997343/ I'm stuck in holeof my own diggingI carved out a placeand hidnever facing what I didcovering myself in the dirt of my wrongswishing for a mourning songso I could leave this place behindand be deadlike my insides http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1997342/ I am young and freeYet I don’t know who to be I don’t like a boy is that really so badwhy can’t I ignore these destructive words inside my headpeople always seem to die when you need them mostand I just keep puttering alongto the beat of the drumPopular per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995194/ Ten tiny breaths I don’t want to takeTen tiny breaths were such a horrible mistakeTen tiny breaths from me to you Ten tiny breaths that tore us in twoTen tiny breaths were more than enough Ten tiny breaths were never so toughTen tiny breaths and I let you goTen tiny breaths then you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995193/ Deep I plunge into the icy abyss,Pull me out of this never ending spiral!Will no one assist?Do you care that I hurt?That I mournfully cry?That I desperately need? This I concede,I hide too well this searing, choking pain inside me,What I want no one to seeI frolic like a gazelle in fragrant flo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995192/ Like a bird, I float in the skySweeping, soaringNever boring,I wave the land goodbyeLike a bird, I spread my wingsTaking lots of chancesSparing the world few glances,I try risky thingsLike a bird, I long to seekTo hold me down Would be to drown,I would call for the open sky and shriekLike a bir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995191/ An attempt at a sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995190/ Inside my head there is a bubbleA place where nobody goesInside my head there a havenMy place of which nobody knowsI go there in my darkest hoursWhen I feel I have lost all powerThere I feel safe in silence inMy place of which nobody knowsI can’t show what’s inside For I feel the ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995189/ Oh silly meto think I could be like theeAnd floatand soar on crystal wingsTo swoop and glidein blissful gleeNo insteadI sting and dartleaving a trail of misery'Cause bees cannot bebutterfliessilly, silly me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995188/ When I close my eyes you don't diewe never cry there are no sighsThe darkness of my fallen lidsblocks the sightsI cannot take ones that can only breakwhat I still getwhat I still holdhas turned from tarnished silverto purest goldBut when I open my eyesthe whole is toldt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995187/ The weight on my chestlying in wait ready to remind that it is like fateWhen you think you are happy,you think the weight is gone,you think the pain is over,and it has only just begunYou feel it press pound, and suffocate,it drowns you in countless doubtsyou try to figh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995186/ Chasing things I'll never be never knownever seeI chase thethings I want with a pleareaching outso desperatelyThe things I chase will never waitthey dance and teasethen out of sightthey skateI chase these thingsnot seeing what I leave behindthe amplechances and opportunities.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995185/ Cassandra fell onto her bed with a grateful sigh.  Sleep was the only thing she wanted, but tomorrow she’d want something else…….      “In the dark it creeps               &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ibraheemmy/1995052/