http://slow.writerscafe.org/ctfostark The original writings of author Stark en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010902 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yes, I do love you.And I don't love you. This summed up the impossibility of it all.The Worst Person in the World http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2841636/ OftenAt times when quiet is mistaken for alonenessThe mind wandersTo a distant yet not so truthful realityThat the future is uncertainWhile the past is too certain of itselfWhere nostalgia becomes dreadAnd time becomes undecipherableNothing to look back nor forward toNothing to swallow but pills and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2841634/ The beauty of being in loveAnd the vomitousness of falling out of itBut does it need to be? Horrible, unbearable?Maybe endings don't need to be awfulThings end, often for reason. But some things need'nt be explained with it.Ending a chapter in a bookOnly means the beginning of another.The terrible r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2841295/ just an awful story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2828190/ like anything in lifeyou adapt to itthe silence and the emptinessthe memories, the happy and the awful onesshaking off my thoughts and my tearslike the shakiness of everyday liferumbling and tumbling all overlike driving a truck too large for a human being to comprehendswaying and swerving with the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2826977/ Is there anything more beautiful than knowing someone is as imperfect as you areS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2825225/ cross-sectionwhen a body, a corpse gets cut openit becomes nothing morebut a glimpse into that beings lifeinto it's past, who it was beforeit becomes nothing morethan a learning experiencean opportunity to learnand recover from it's indecisions, it's mistakesAs its cosmic reason of beingbecomes clou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2824119/ DeepInto one of the worst moments of my lifeInto one of the most unimaginable days of my 20sI meet My summerA new beginningA season full of so much passion, so much lifeSomething I feared I had lost In the moments preceding these onesI look up, eyes filled with poison and sludgeI could hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2824116/ MistakesI rarely make themBut I do. Who doesn't?It's only human to get something wrong every now and then.How do we define a 'mistake'?Let's try using tenses to make it simpler.Past, something that happened before, either recent or slightly further.Present, something that is happening now, as we spe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2824114/ When all is saidAnd doneWhen the smoke disappearsAnd the screaming finally endsWill I be at peace?Will it be worth it?No one else But youCan quell My chaosYou are my peace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2824112/ AshesAs I breatheThe smoke My lungs ache, my heart beats faster Yet awfully peacefulAs I inhale the poisonYou are my smoke, my sinThe death of me, yet truly InsatiableTo the tongueTo the skinTo the mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2824111/ RabbitsLatelyI've been deep in thought More and moreOften lost in time and datesOften blank and silentBut the peace has helped me realizeAm I ready for things to fall apart, to try and rebuild myself?Am I ready for the rabbit hole that is this?Am I? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2824110/ GlimpseA secondInto your eyesFeels like a lifetimeIn paradiseIn heavenI'm only humanAnd I appreciate beauty In everythingBut what you haveWhat you areI cannot fathomHow amazingWith just a glimpseIn your eyesI am distraught, confusedBut most of all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2824109/ UneasyKnowing that What feelings I have for youNow or in the nearTomorrowI can never pursueI can never let swallow meLest I destroyMy castleLest I destroy Myself PerhapsIn another lifeIn a different realityWe'll meet a bit sooner Rather than laterThat'd be a fairy taleDon't you t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2824108/ EventsMoments that transpireThat pass, that happen, happened.Some stare, others dont mind. Some walk by, some linger.Some at daylight, most past sunset.MemoriesCapsized livesOursInjustice and inhumanityBut happinessAnd somehow, somewhere, loveWill always be there, deep withinOr on its skinShed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2824107/ Whispers, pt. 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2119830/ ""I awoke at approximately 4:30 in the morning, my head pounding and my mouth dry as sand. It was now Saturday, July 13th. A week has passed since I heard the voice, my voice, forcing me awake every morning. This early morning was no exception. Every time I hear it, it would whisper a phrase I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2119518/ TIme.Are we really out Of time, as they say we areMaybe, maybe not http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2103704/ At a young age, we have always been taught to obey our elders, follow rules, get educated. We have always been taught to conform to society and that how society conveys us is important. We were always told to 'do this' or 'do that', but we never fully understood why we had to. We just obeyed and fol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2103703/ Hello. My name is Samuel Hopkins. I just turned 17 a few weeks ago and ever since the night before my birthday, I have been dreaming the same dream every night. It starts with me standing alone on top of a hill overlooking my childhood home; we had recently moved into our new house a year ago, and I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/2032061/ The wolves right outside their door have been howling for a good 10 minutes. Marie and James kept quiet inside their cabin, the door bolted shut and windows securely closed. A fire was burning by the tiny fireplace, it's warmth protecting them from the freezing chill of common January winters."Somet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/1961889/ Mark arrives at his school, greeted by the putrid smell of football players fresh out from their early morning practice. He checks his phone clock, 8:50 AM. 'Still 10 minutes left before classes start. Better grab my books.' His locker, number 654, is right in between his first class, which was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/1928994/ WednesdayMark awakes suddenly, nudged by an odd yet vivid dream. It was the same dream he had a few days ago. He remembered it so clearly because he wrote it down on his private notebook, or a diary as most people would call it. He doesn't bother calling it that since it's 'girly'.He stares down at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/1917174/ I have been in this world for 22 years, that's approximately 8000+ days. I have had tons of stuff happen to me in those 22-years. From when I was a toddler sucking my own thumb, to when I was in high school sucking it up to the cool kids and here currently in Canada, sucking it up to Canadians. I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/1789741/ The thing about relationships is that after its over, you say things like ‘I dont care’ or 'I dont give a f**k where she is/goes’ or similar phrases like these (minus the vulgarity I hope), but in reality you never mean any of them. You just say these things to convince yourself, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/1751483/ A short collection of thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/1721075/ Mark opens his eyes. Bright light shone from the outside of his bedroom window. He checks the clock, 8:30 am. He gets up hastily and rushes over towards the bathroom he shares with his entire family, brushes his teeth in a matter of seconds, washes his face and hair 'thoroughly', as he would de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/1505019/ Two lovers are reincarnated after they meet their horrible fates in their previous lives, given the chance to once again spend their time together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ctfostark/1504623/ 'Bye.'He waves farewell to his home, the place he grew up and had hoped to grow old in. His parents had decided that they would move to a different country around a few months ago. Canada, at that. 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