http://slow.writerscafe.org/frikkienel The original writings of author Friks en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031717 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want to escape from sound and word, and light.I want us to feel what we did that night.I want us to talk with our eyes once more.I want you to feel the energy I still feel inside.We Might have mistaken it for love, but I think it is purer than that,higher than the organic mess that builds and brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/1346474/  I love this feeling Touching the fabric of a moment. I love this emotion Something that cannot break or be stolen. I love the wonder of psychedelic rock. I love the smell of summer's scented frock. I love being alive in the transition of millennia. I love the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/798509/ WeepWeep oh child of the broken bond.Weep oh victim of love's broken wand.Weep, weep!For this is your cure.The pang of that, of which there was so much,Now of which forget I must.Weep, for better days are come!Weep, for those that were would best have done.A kiss of love's eternal light,Upon the hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/779859/ Alcohol...The deathbed of the restless mind. Alcohol...Pleasure of a disposable kind. Alcohol...Never asks any questions. Alcohol...Something you forgot to mention. Alcohol has many a friend and it has a reputation of sorts, trusted by so many to do what it does so good. Backstab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/764236/ ... "He has issues."Officer: Issues? (skeptic look)... "yes.. I, I didn't mean it like that.. He, he has problems with his brain, he mentioned chemistry and-and n-neuro.. neurotransmitters or something like that once.. I never really understood what he was talking about."Officer: What was he like wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/759949/ A fast paced, frenzied song about a part of myself that I have no choice but to live with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/746365/ We are, what we are made of.We are what our parents have been.We are joint products of our ancestors,Damned with their qualities, weaknesses,strengths, and impurities.Just as they were, we are something of our own,But not far enough removed from everything we have ever known.We watch ourselves shape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/635793/ KidsKids who are not my kids.Kids who are not a consequential product of my actions.Kids who are just kids.Kids Newcomers to this thing, the machine.This perpetual motion in a gallery  of existence.A place wherein we are becoming portraits, paintings hung on the walls.KidsThey have to look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/616554/ What a day. In a moment of discontent with                                                Pretty much everything.Everyone is stepping wrong       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/608884/ The daylight is too bright! It resembles a life I can not yet have.I want darkness... Deep, thick darkness...I want to write in it with my fingers, let the words be all around me, the thoughts just overwhelm me.I want those lines in the darkness, drawn by my fingers, to be the light of tomorrow.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/596835/ Enter disturbiaThis is a place of wonderA place so unsettling, that it rips from the flesh your nerve endings.You become pale, pale as blood Red is your fuel, you don't need anything else!Right and wrong becomes distorted Your reality is now white noise...In the emptiness of your heart, yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/574358/ The dire paradox of something I have resorted to label as fusion.Hm...Take a moment to give it some thought.I will start this off with a question: How can one love someone passionately, deeply and purely to an extent that has not yet been seen in common social environments, yet one is not "in love" .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/572333/ Whispers in the dark...Demons from the past... Lurking in the shadows as you walk through the park. A flash of lightning!.. no thunder? The demons are gone... Now the darkness is thick, thicker than water...You find it hard to moveYour body stagnates as you explode into raging anxiety.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/570806/ A part of me is a cold, faceless bastardThe other is a soft, sensitive dependentA part of me an inventor, a creator, a brilliant mind!The other is empty, filled with something I am yet to findA part of me is stubborn and relentlessThe other is docile and gracefulA part of me could not give a s**t, c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/561189/ I did it again. I lost the nerve. Soften up like butter under a warm knife's edge. Like a puppet drawn to fall off the ledge, yet again. They call it love... but for now it's just a distraction. Something to add another infraction, to my worklike satisfaction. This is realit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/558222/ I am under calculative watch... My head goes into a strain... I can feel the burning pain. Then the voices fill my head.Gone are my thoughts... there are now voices instead. From tender whispers of a young childTo shouts and groans from those grown old. My head becomes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/557866/ It is big. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/557840/ Smart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/557247/ The way of a wish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/557242/ Strange. It does not make much sense untill the last word. Then you think... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/557240/ Illuminating http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/557239/ Vitally harsh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/557238/ A journey through my mind rounded off with a passionate expression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/557226/ A common obstacle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/556921/ To be read calmly, like a feeling slowly revealing itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/556915/ Whimsical http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frikkienel/556909/