http://slow.writerscafe.org/NoelAsh The original writings of author NoelAsh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342691 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my losses are sacrifices I had no idea, yet little hesitation to makeand as the pieces grow to surmount the wholeI wonder what will beleft in the end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1902970/ I've found that it's easier to brush the taste of cigarettes from the back of my throat than to put down my first oneAnd it's easier to mask the guilt of using substance, by using substance I've accepted that it's crucial to organize and premeditate days XYZ; days I can use and it will be o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1547947/ This is a poem for a friend of mine, but might be hard to understand with background knowledge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1547941/ Life is a mysterious thing, the greatest philosophers spend their lifetimes trying to figure out the meaning of it. Regardless of how we got here, it was an amazing triumph. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1403669/ The numbers may not be right but hey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1403066/ friends like lullabieswho sooth me to sleep on sleepless nightsfriends like constellationsto help me make sense of the starsfriends like rainbowsthey calm me after the stormnever have I been so luckyto get into troublewith the people who make me forget my own troubles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1392792/ I had three friends, Aaron, reid, and Daezhia... And they made me feel amazing. I loved being with them, I was with them all the time. They made me happpy.Sometimes we did bad things though http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1392488/ I've forgotten tomorrowBefore the sun risesTrapped in yesterdayAs the sun setsLiving for todayIn the moment Walking with my eyes closedThe upcoming moments, yearsAre unlikely http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1388832/ The doorway was my windowWindow to look at the birds who cant flyWindow to watch the fish who cant swimWindow to smell lifesaving chemicals that killed youWindow to feel the doom of an early deathLimping down the hall way, nurses either sideIVs in both armsfingertips are the only guideinterrupted by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1388233/ I've spent years watching something I cant seeIn the eyes of a little boyEyes sunk inBody pale and frailHeld up by IVs like a puppetI think I saw his dead bodybut his soul barely flickered behind his eyelids http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1388228/ This is e metaphor, if you didn't notice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1388219/ JoeYou know I think of you everydayI remember you everydayI fish our memories out of the deepest ponds of my mindgut them and fry them until the juices have driedI wring out every bit of emotion and feelingI listen to our songI try to forget were I am, and who I'm withand try to feel your touch agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1388217/ There is a riverbed somewherethat no human finger as touchedThere is a forest somewherethat no human has ever walkedThere is a horizon never to be seen by any human eyeStallions upon stallions upon stallionsthat no human will ever rideA heartbeat of the wildwe will never dance tostronger winds than .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1388209/ TeenagersAn art of knowing when to break the ruleswhen its worth the punishmentWe know all the right wrong places to stepThe perfect excuses Teenagers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1388202/ The truth about realizing your own beauty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoelAsh/1388201/