http://slow.writerscafe.org/Platypus The original writings of author Martina en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172292 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 SeptemberThe bottle is emptyand the streetsvacant.I wait for the sound of feetbut none awakens the pavementI’m burning likedreams in winterYou smelled of stalecigarettesdrinkto forget your faceyour voice alreadylong gone.Naked to your light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/1159639/ January 17, 2011MyIsm            “The fear of an unknown neverresolves, because the unknown expands infinitely outward, leaving you to cling pitifullyto any small shelter of the known: a cracker has twelve calories; the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/790864/ The bottle is emptyand the streetsvacant.I wait for the sound of feetbut no sound awakensthe pavementWho needs this?Hand me another pillanother drinkto forget your kiss. Walking uphillagainst raging wavesyou left me buriedin feelings -not mutual. Watch meas these ceilings cave in.Who needsThis? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/761205/ So maybewe're all f*****g brokendust collectsin the cornersof our soulseach heartache,each drink, drowns you untilyou're a mereshell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/761195/ Don't become a part of this. Me. There are fireworks in your eyes,Can't you see?I'm irreparable. Those fireworks aren't mutual,and I so wish they were.Me; it's me I despise. All I know are lies.Please just leaveThe air between us is so hard to breathe,I can never remember,to forget his face. If ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/710785/ blahhhhhh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/642598/ Something I wrote for school, a short personal narrative using a literary device, I chose flashbacks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/610235/ Summer is over, and with it comes new memories and like everything else, it must come to an end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/592503/ Raw version at the bottom - newer at the top. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/562275/ Blindfolded    As I emptied the bottle, and took that last step to finally end my life I felt happy for the first time in awhile. I knew soon, it all be would be over and I‘d be free.     But I’m still here today, living my life. I’ve never been happie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/562156/ As the waves silently lap against my feet,I wonder how many other people have set foot on this dock,My dock.Do they see the way the reeds blow Northward, dancing with the wind?or maybe the way the minnows come up for air at the surface of the water.I peer at the horizon, and see Masonboro’s wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/562151/ Wrote this for school, got a few awards for it. Unfortunately it was edited to s**t. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/562150/ not edited just blahh. s****y! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Platypus/562146/