http://slow.writerscafe.org/Snow412 The original writings of author Snow412 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776157574 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 2008--Written when the world, as I knew it was collapsing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/577699/ 1/14/06. I was a good bit younger, and no one was listening--I was too young to understand the basic mechanics of life and emotion. So, I unleashed the frustration I felt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/577695/ Rather take anger out on a page than on a person...this will hopefully be the last bit of ink I waste on him. I have a future ahead...time to move forward and not look back. :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571467/ January 14, 2010--This is a bit of a summary as to the emotions I was dealing with that day. The night before was riddled with love. The day after was a bit disheartening, but all is well after all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571461/ When worlds are forgotten, this is what happens...ours is next. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571457/ This delves into the psychology of a murderer...the stages they go through, and the end they meet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571454/ his is about the empires of the mind that have been broken, and are falling apart. This is also 4 years old, so any critique will help to better dress the idea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571449/ Immortality is something so idealized, because we know our end will one day come--the torment is not knowing how or when we'll be ripped through that portal into our new home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571446/ There are times when letting go is best for health and keeping what little sanity is left. This poem is a testament to the last moment before the fall--divorce. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571444/ 3/14/06--Always feeling like I was on the outside looking in, I wrote this. I was in love, and simply felt nothing in return...at least nothing whole-hearted. This was my frustration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571443/ An appeasement to all the negativity lately...felt good to write. Pay attention to the details, as usual. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571438/ Fell out of my hand when I was thinking of Time as a person with human features. Correlating body parts with thought forms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571432/ Written in a time of complete and utter stillness...not sure what came over me, but I wasn't shaking anymore--all nervousness had left for a few hours. So relaxing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571428/ Sleep deprived and listening to the subconscious...I just let my hands write and work out the issues in my heart. When an empire falls, it's quite scary to rebuild. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571427/ 2/15/07--The things we leave behind often haunt us. I saw this first hand in someone...and figured that pain is what I fell in love with. The idea still remains true--people love a good tragedy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571425/ I was told that I would regret my decisions to proceed in a relationship. My mother said I shot myself numerous times in the head for doing it. This poem is me taking the bullets out now. It is time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571424/ I wrote this when I was sleep deprived and highly caffeinated. I was also a bit upset about how people are treated and how much others get away with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Snow412/571421/