http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sodabubble The original writings of author Nurhanne Hassan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016677 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Drown, drown till the furthermoreTill the ghosts can't see you anymoreThey've been your sole neighbors so farAnd yet you got this farEveryone masters the art of letting goYet you have to master holding onYour heart, as thick as pie crustBurns holes through their wallsDistorts their t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1472678/ *scrub scrub scrub*I hope this lofa is strong enough for us both, I hope it can give me the metaphorical strength that I lack, I hope it scrubs the burdens off my backAnd how I still have tons of homework to doI wish I could forget about thatI hope it scrubs the accidental-or not so accide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1455139/ There are three things I can say about myselfI am a poseur who likes to pretend she's a born again hippieI like staring at the ceiling more than youI love stories about strong girls.If these three things don't frighten youYou don't know me so well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1448941/ You don't get it! I have a very hard time being happy, sadness is my constant state, and whenever I flex my muscles and push back this burden off my chest, the slightest melancholy melody weakens my limbs and kicks me in the guts, throwing the burden in my face, I cannot be always happy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1448566/ More than six monthsThat's how much you should wait To know if he's not just a crushBut I didn't wait for six monthsI knew from day oneFrom conversation number oneThat's when he planted those flowers in my heartThrew those stars in my eyesDrew sunshine on the paper that is my lifeT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1448565/ I want you to knowThat I'm not a perfect personI'm a perfectly normal personWho opposes to be blamed when she's the victimWho stands up for those I don't know if they're wrongedWho doesn't think anybody is above correctionEven those who are perceived above the lawWho gets mad when pare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1416271/ Picture this,In a world with so many things to sayI remain silentAnd even though you asked for my wordsI remain silentBecause if 60 billion people have something to sayAnd I remain silent59 billion people's voice will be more accurately heard59 billion pleas, 59 billion poems, that s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1413083/ You close your eyesAnd you runLike nothing ever existed, exists or ever willLike your parents don't keep you on a dog's leashLike your heart isn't splintered from inside outAnd the cracks spread through your body like a sporadic earthquakeLike the dresses you wear are liesBecause you'r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1411491/ Life is too shortFor making excuses not to see your loved onesFor not giving yourself a break when things get too toughFor feeling sad because you didn't get into a specific facultyFor leaving your mother to go shopping alone because you're too lazy to go with herFor not eating that pizza slice beca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1408361/ You stumble, you might fall, you look like a gypsy,you can't fit into your old leggings anymore, you miss parading your hair, you think your toenails look ugly, you have a crush on someone you can never be with,you're secretly in love with your comfy pyjamasYou drink your glass of milk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1399218/ One day  I was a birdWho had no wingsInstead of running around like myfellow wingless birdsI sat there and kept staringat the skyOne day I was a birdWho thought the stars are his long lostfamily who found their hidden wings and fledwithout looking back'You forgot something on earth' I'd cryHopi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1398738/ Completely random and off-key.. Yet sincere http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1394348/ There was once this big tableWith lots and lots of chairsIt started out with my chairAnd people kept filing inSome of them chatted animatedlyOthers wrote pain on papers and hurled them at meA few were listening to meThe rest were too far off from my chair for me to seeTime passed and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1392507/ Being an avid reader, I've stumbled upon several books throughout my life. I couldn't shake off the feeling of longing and nostalgia towards the characters of the book I had just finished especially if it affected me in a way or another. For days I'd find myself behaving like those characters and us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1392450/ They say you never know what you have until you lose itWrong.Because I knewI knew we talked every hour of every dayI knew your heart was too big for herI knew how our jokes tipped the friendship scaleBut we were happy anywaysThey say those who love you won't make you cryWrong.Becau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1391986/ Considering the fact that planet Earth is the only planet that has life on its surface,one would be positive that it is the most organized and developed ball of fire in the milky way,but the ugly truth is that it is not so developed after all and sure is not organized,in fact,the only aspect that li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1391927/ Sometimes I wonder what would my superhero's name be like. That strong man that saves the day, but then I remind myself that real life doesn't have superheros, and that if you want to be saved then you should save yourself. Romance novels have planted the idea in little girl's minds, that they have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1391926/ To live peacefully means to be guilt-free, and how, in a world bursting at the seams with mass murders, fatal accidents and sickness can one be guilt-free? We, humans, tend to search for a reason for every single incident, we try to put it in a mathematical equation so that it becomes a rule for lat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1391925/ The thing is.. I appreciate art. I appreciate it beyond belief. I used to have this cheesy notion that the core of my existence is..you guessed it! Art. Like, if they open my soul, they'll be faced with guitar chords, piano notes, violin sonatas and sweet serenades, surrounded by captivating paintin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1391924/ Sometimes I wish I could play an instrumentbecause I have a message to be heardI gave it plenty of thoughtIt cannot be painted on an empty canvasFor nobody knows the shape of sorrowToo intense to be written in linesBut maybe if I could play the clarinetI'd come up with a new soloIts name would be,He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sodabubble/1391922/