http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlankCypher The original writings of author BlankCypher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775976111 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this from the perspective of a little girl in a small, but happy family, it's been too long since I wrote anything positive. It kinda turned into a small story but I'ma keep it as a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1553257/ A short enough poem, set in the point of view of a young child in the industrial revolution working in the coal mines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1552564/ I think some people will be able to relate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1551328/ Just sorta voicing my recent feelings in an odd inner monologue type deal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1550691/ I had an odd rant about myself about my inability to understand things. This came out as a result. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1444043/ May trigger emotions for some people. It did for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1443865/ In the still moments of the night which pass without notice,we are trapped by the very body that sustains us.Experiences missed are seldom even noticed.We are too busy ignoring life for our own enjoyment.Oxymoronic by nature, our lives revolve around this idea of imbalance.Picturesque dawns spr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1443736/ Okay, a bit of explanation is need for this one. It's about what happens when people try so hard to be remembered for things they have done and end up losing themselves in the process. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1443362/ All it takes to shatter a soul,is a singular well-placed word.A single goodbye left unsaid,even a lone tear shed unnecessarily.Crushed into dust,but my broken heart lives on.He is battered and bruised but he still struggles on.It does work,Please tell me it works.I would shatter any number of mirror.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1443019/ I can see you cowering in the recesses of your loneliness.Come on out,I'm not the one who will hurt you.I am but a ghost,A ghost of the memory you refuse to let slip from your knotted fists.I do not know how long I've waited.Forever perhaps?Maybe so, as it feels that way.Come home my friend.We can b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1443012/ Limp limbs caught in the winds.Emptiness entombed in straw and rags.Famished, soulless, broken,The scarecrow hangs on his torture post.Tormented by the cackling of the crows he was created to repel.His purpose stolen from his hollow chest.Murder in circles, baiting him.The loneliness creeps inside h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1442220/ The deep azure water leaves a pure tearstain, receding from the lonely sand.Slowly cheered by the arid sun, giving heart to its sadness.The forlorn ocean assaulted by all manner of inhumanities.Still on the surface, bombarded by the light.Stealing away the sting and replacing it with solemn beauty.E.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1442210/ Teeth bared, slicing into the flesh of their victims.Necessity or pleasure?Finding their pleasure in the death throes of another.Animalistic or monstrous?Parasitic beings, made to do nothing but leech off of another's misery.Spreading fear amongst the hearts of the innocent, but for what reason?To h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1442173/ The blood in my veins slows its descent into my body,The beat in my hollow chest slows to a crawl as the crystalline structuresform within my heart.My body enters shut down as the darkness drifts closer,closing in on the edges of my vision.It will encompass me eventually.At the bottom of this f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1442158/ Her hair falls softly over her bruises and gashes, but the origins of these blemishes I dare not guess.The sutures that roughly interrupt her beautiful smile, lock away the horrifying tale from my fragile heart.When I look at her I feel very afraid. More terrified than ever I have fel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1442149/ A blank slate, the broken traitor, awaits his fate.Pale skin glowing with the fearof Death.How to overcome this?Disassociate.Forgetting all that you feelis the only way to survive in here.We are all processed by the system,  but how do we contain it if not by ourselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1441643/ Deep in the heart of the Darkness, one would expect to be able to hide.However sometimes the shadows seem to brighten, exposing you to your fears.There is no hiding from within the light, no matter how necessary it may seem.All I can do is wait. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1441641/ The first blows land like a hammer,striking the anvil of Time.A fight for those we have left behind,for those whose memories have faded from existence.They will lay down their lives for the men and women who would do the same for them.There is no end to things as they are.Everything flies in circles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438991/ The sharpest edges begin to crack roughly at my touch.If only I could restore the beauty that it once held. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438551/ In this hypnotic gaze,    the solitary figure stands.Lost within the depths of the world.Frozen in place by its touch.It is a day of reckoning for some,    Retribution for many more.But all these are connected,Intertwined by the bonds of light and Darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438545/ Growing from a dark, broken stain of a teardrop.Deadly as a poisoned feast.Coming back from death is a new step,on the system of the diseased mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438538/ When the pain that sears your soul,splits the barrier.The seal you placed to stay alive,To steady your flowing pulse.I shall steal it away, and bear the cross you carry.Regardless, the dimly  lit recesses of your mind,shall be illuminated once more,by the sacrifice of my beating heart.My tears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438532/ Slightly more graphic than my usual stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438267/ Look a little closer at that which you despise, that which disgusts you to the core.May it digest you or tread upon you?Look a bit closer at that which stirs you to such violence. May it crush you underfoot?Just look at yourself.You are the true insect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438262/ It spins deftly.Turning in speeds in excess of understanding.Sentience unknown by the parasitic beings infesting its surface.Symbiosis interrupted by its destructive populus.It writhes under the strain yet carries onOblivious.Looming demise brings the melancholic overture to an end.Chiming the doom .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438251/ Set afloat in the waters of Darkness. My lungs filling with liquid, Viscous and suffocating.Am I dead yet?If not then I wish to stay, stay in the water that calls my soul to sleep.As my organs fail I truly understand, exactly what this life means to me.If I survive the drowning,I may return to this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438241/ Towering creations in a certain stasis of decay.The forlorn watchers as decrepit statues on the crumbling mantle of hope.The halitosis of your wretched creator.His worm eaten corpse tainting the ground.The one who imagined this world has been long since buried.His aspirations dashed by the very magg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438239/ It always feels like everything has already come to an end.Those around me are the ghost of their memories, brought to me by the fervored rejection of this harsh reality.The empty shades of the past,carried forth by the very unwillingness I bear to allow it to slip away.Everything I loved is de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438236/ In this hallowed space, I feel no pain.Untouched by the burning presence of those whowould share this meaningless existence.Can I hold that which I feel?In the palm of my aching hand I visualize all that I know.Extinguished coldly by the stinging tears of anguish and regret.However, in the lonelines.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438234/ Interpret as you will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438231/ Sparked by a conversation I had a few weeks ago, it's just a short poem that holds a bit of significance for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlankCypher/1438227/