http://slow.writerscafe.org/NotingSociety The original writings of author Noting Society en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205390 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I find my life eh…I find me as mh… I wish I was…Today was tomorrow!Tomorrow is yesterday!I hope…I need…I’m screwed?I find the light in tomorrow.But I find the strength in today.My life is a shadow Of the world.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1597750/ I tried to believe that you were different,But the truth just let me down.Realities patternsWere beneath a see through surface.The world will keep spinning But its made out of mostly waterSo wherever I stand I’m still going to sink.I keep grasping for land But t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1596494/ We walk with a stutter in every step.Because every movement we make is a choice And decisions are never easy. At least never for me.I’m indecisive and unsure And with every step I take I’m a little bit closer to a new mistake.One I wasn’t expecting.So if I stop moving.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1584330/ We can let the world control us But who wants to live the life of another man’s hypocrisy?It’s a fight to be ourselves in a world where we’re told to be anything else.And its hard to do this.not because of the battle scars But because were trying to fight for someone that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1548710/ This is a book with reviews on stage shows. So like Broadway plays and musicals. WARNING: SPOILERS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1546451/ I could have made a sound And formed a title wave But it seems like all that does is collapse a few houses And kill a few people Or parts of myself.So I’m drifting in anger.Suspense is festering And I’m just waiting for a pebble to start the waveCrashing a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1543371/ Pursuing life as another statistic. Labelled and branded,For the better of societies definitions.Stuck in a small percentage that covers you with bars.Because that’s where you stay…Labeled…and Branded. For life?For history?Or maybe it’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1543369/ I’m tired of feeling inferior to you.Like your problems are more important. Because it’s okay if I have panic attack But not you.And that’s my fault.For letting my insecurities get the better of me.And not speaking up,To keep you, from stepping on me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1543367/ I’m sick and tired of the word “feminism” being an insult I’m tired of ignorant people shunning me and hating me Because I’m a feminist.And I’m proud to be a feminist. I’m not a man hater And I don’t burn my bras.Big shocker! I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1535997/ Society is a prepainted picture with no room left to create or change.But each new person is a canvas.Too Big to be held in someones hand,but were collected as society,so we must be diminished...and damaged.In order to fit (in). So were slowly crumbling to dust,and thrown in with a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1533266/ Speaking Blindly for the taunting of society,in a drifting hazethat calls the now, the future. Beliefs of differences,Right and Wrong are knocked down by opinion...With the option of clarity,just take a second glance.Instead lack of patience allows us to bit on a singular pieces... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1531346/ I feel like I’m running in circles,Trying to find some peace,But just ending in the same exact place.Over and over again.History repeats itself And I’m just another puppet.To be spun until I puke.Dancing like a hypocrite But I’ve always been misused.Tired of being.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1524945/ Characters Wisteria: the main character. She is the only real person in the play. Wisteria suffering from depression but is trying so hard to fight all the voices that tell her to give up. She is a fighter and stronger then anyone realizes. She has several learning and processing disabi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1511696/ I’m tired of judgmental peopleTelling me and other people who we shouldAnd shouldn’t be. I am not an echo of another.I’m me and I know I’m weird And different.Because I stopped try to be the same,A long time ago.Because it turned me into someon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1510917/ Action have reactions,The dominos affect. A million clichés as time repeats itself.Down to the brokenLucky ones are spoken While some dying in the pit,Others die in glory.Life’s just a piece of yarn being toyed withBy a cat.Its wound up so neatly And one day….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1510909/ I don’t mean to hurt people,Or to be the person I’ve become.I just forget sometimes.Become delusional…And the worlds just some treesWaiting for the volcano to explode.I’m going to explode…So I keep writing to distract From who I’ve become And w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1508895/ I'm currently writing a play called nameless. This poem was based off of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1503873/ EveryoneDied…The End.But...it was only because,they lived. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1503868/ It's funny how you wake up one day and there be that single moment of nothingness. Day by day, there's always that singular moment of nothing. It's not a moment of hope or a moment of loss, it's simply nothing. It's the only time where that maze inside your head is a straight line of abyss, but then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1502566/ Spinning around for people to see,she's so stiff, because she pretends not to breathe.There's a fire inside,But she wastes it away.Spinning in circles, day after day.Makeup always perfect,Hair always neat.Yet she never gets to speak! Now tired from boredom,she tries to break awayBut by now that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1501776/ There's a million ways to break a smile.To tare it down,and chances are you weren't even there...you didn't realize the wrong in which you'd done.The bitter story that you have spun.Its only human.But better yourself or you'll start collecting death.Ending up alone and the cycle never ends&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1501768/ Just watching through a window,thats all she may do.Waiting for a goner that will never come through.Standing for his absence,Denial was good. Struggling without him.The money's no use.Waves crashing byshe hears the ocean ring.Yearning for a ship that will never come in...Feeling lost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1501767/ We're all puzzle pieces.Part of this grander picture,in which we can only see in fractions,and even those fractions we can only seeif viewed as the past,A distant memory.Yet we some how keep trying tofit everything together.To figure out the future before its the past,but it never works...instead I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1501752/ We find ourselves running in a maze of self reflection.Trying to redeem ourselves for what we hope is the truth.But many times it's a phase,coursing through my veins...till it finally pops...then once again I'm stillBecause I feel like I've been killedOnly thats a wish.A wish you thought had gone aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1501750/ As only five I was alone.I was okay with that though,Because I had imagination That would guide my way.But even my imagined friends Couldn’t help me get through  “Normality.”Of course now that I’m older I know normality is meaningless... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1501259/ It's kinda just some ramblings that were going on in my head http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1500795/ Chasing a light that s seemingly behindAnd you push me away to pick up a dime.My birthday appears and who am I to see?Your ghost inside a check.That's all I get?Money is greed and that's not what I need.Not from you!I just wanted you.But instead you leave meYou ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1499694/ I was taught as a child to love myself.But that’s the last thing I didBecause while they said that to my faceWhat they had said behind my back was closer to the truth.To me the grass was always greener.I wanted the curly hair and I wanted to not be so freakishly tall.But that’s who I was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1499072/ As someone who has made endless mistakes I know it’s impossible not to.I remember sitting in the classroom as a child And always being the “perfect one.”And if I wasn’t, then I couldn’t look myself in the mirror.As if I had to prove to the world that I was sma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1499061/ Ignorance is this word that’s thrown around.Used to help arguments.It’s a big word that you would think makes you sound,Intelligent.But instead the words too over used to actually carry anymeaning.At this point there are people who would probably callanyone who di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1497777/ Secrets draw us like their muse.So we come up with an excuseTo pose.…and were somehow proud,That no one found out.And yet it’s killing us on the inside.But you’re so well buriedThat no one guesses the truth.The girl of manipulation,She lies to herself.That’s why the world ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1491979/ Armor, she's a solider.She's slow,But she devours.As time passesShe turns into a coward.One more sheet of armorAnd she leaves once again.Another battle,She'll kill a man.A wind knocks her downAs she falls to the ground.The world hears no soundBut with thunder they make her drownAs she falls to the g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NotingSociety/1491817/