http://slow.writerscafe.org/RobinChelsea The original writings of author Robin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113166 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 People used to call us water and fire because we were both stubborn and selfish. You’d grit your teeth when I smiled and I’d clench my fists when you laughed. Your presence was as annoying as the sun burning on my back with 40 degrees outside and you despised me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobinChelsea/1400860/ I remember waking up with wasteful thoughts about all that could’ve happened. - could have happened.It is embarrassing wishing for things I’m not worthy of.It is embarrassing wishing you’d come back so I could keep exploring the galaxy’s that hide inside of you.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobinChelsea/1400858/ Feel free to write your troubles onnapkins, to spill tea from your trembling hands, to close your eyesuntil you're used to the darkness andplay around with the cornea constellationsas if they are your only friends. Be clumsyand awkward and embarrassingly quietand avoid every stare that seeks fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobinChelsea/1400846/ He is whispers and soft humming,he is sunny days outsideand cold days in bed.He is genuine smiles and sincere eyes,he is the iridescent oil spots on city streets,he is unexpected side-effects.His lips amaranth pink,he is walking poetry,not easily broken but still fragile as glass.He is hot chocolate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobinChelsea/1400842/ For a split second we look away.There is nothing as tragic as unnoticed love,nothing as tragic as misunderstandings.Look at the stars,count them and learn their names,remember them,because there is nothing as tragic as oblivion.Notice that there are more faces to recogniseand more personalities to d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobinChelsea/1400836/ When you were young you learned things the hard way. Your mother wasn’t there to pick you up and wash your sore when you fell off your bike. She wasn’t there to teachyou the difference between wrong and right. And you could’ve died multiple times already because you had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobinChelsea/1399164/ There is a certain beauty to pain. It is so much easier to write aboutthings that hurt us and leave us paralysed with dread. As if all the bad flows out with our pen on the paper and the blackness of the ink reassures us there is something even darker than the thoughts that occupyour m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobinChelsea/1399163/ I’m not going to write poetry for the sake of lovethis time.I refuse to admit you left me with feelings best expressed on paper and I’m not going to romanticise depression as if it is some illness to look up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobinChelsea/1398178/ Your knuckles are red and your hands are bruised from beating down the angels that keep pulling on your arm. Fighting for a destiny that is not meant for you, but still having enough pugnacity to keep your feet on the ground. You wonder if there is a hell an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobinChelsea/1398175/