http://slow.writerscafe.org/apoetsmind The original writings of author Anika en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046180 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want to touch you and be touched by you. In this moment, nothing more and nothing less. I want our hands to find one another and be intertwined, or to rest my head in your lap and let you gently stroke my hair.I want to caress your hands, neck, face, and run my fingers up and down your calves.You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1662885/ life didn't give me the chanceto meet you because you're goneand my body aches with regretmy body shakes with painbecause I never got to hug youor learn about the foods you likeand hear your storiesand I'm sobbing againand my fingers feel heavy as they hit each letterI'm sobbingbecause of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1660814/ September 5th12:01 pmSo it's my first chemo session and I'm literally thinking of not doing this because I don't want to become bald. I really don't. Call me crazy because it's my hair over my life but Dylan I think I'm okay with dying...Chemotherapy is so expensive and my parents have no money and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1660732/ August 31st2:17 pmA puppy.The surprise was a puppy. I have no words.Just tears.No dog can ever replace Milo but this literally brought tears to my eyes. This puppy will be ours. So we have to think of a name we both like for her. But really, any name you choose I'd most likely be cool with so it doe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1660725/ August 27th3:40 pmI'm sorry I scared you yesterday when I fainted. I don't even know why it happened. I probably just didn't eat enough or something. I'm really losing my appetite. I mean you would know, I used to love eating. That reminds me, I miss our eating battles. I always felt so fat after ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1653537/ August 25th9:03 amI didn't expect you to call me. I thought you were having too much fun, that I didn't cross your mind. But when I saw it was you calling my heart skipped a beat. Why does that happen? It's a phone call. The way our bodies react to different things is interesting. Sweaty palms, raci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1651760/ August 18th8:15 pmIt still hurts to breathe. I told my mom and she thought I just needed sleep. She doesn't get that I'm always tired no matter how much I sleep. I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally tired. I feel like I'm somewhat depressed because I'm just not interested in anything anymore. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1649825/ August 13th4:21 pmI'm looking at that picture of us on my 16th birthday. I thought spending time with you would be better than a huge sweet 16 party, and I was right. You actually made my sweet 16 sweet. So lately I've been thinking about my future. Maybe I should try finding someone else to love, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1649801/ August 5th1:23 amThere's this weird feeling I get whenever I talk to you, it feels like electricity running through my veins. It goes all the way to the tips of my fingers, the ones I press against this pen as I write words about you. I've never felt this electricity before, when talking to someone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1649788/ 1:02 am - Something always stops me from saying everything I want to say to you. It's just a voice in my head but it wins every time. [A.N] TTWCC begins written by a girl in a notebook. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1649784/ I'm actually planning on turning this into a book, but I didn't have time to write more so I'm leaving it at this for now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1649191/ before you do it just listen to meI know you’re not who they think you to beso put down that razorget rid of those pillsstop starving yourselfhun all of that killsyou have a heart that beats and a family who caresright now you’re just climbing steeper stairsthis pain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1648788/ She carries herself with so much caution; as if someone at some point in her life convinced her that people were only out to hurt her and that there wasn't a drop of sincerity in the world. The saddest thing is when she's talking about her hopes and her dreams with so much excitement but then stops .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1647794/ falling for you was my first mistakeyou became the worst habit everlike smoking a cigarette you were addictingbut you were killing meand for a while I had no idea that I was slowly dyingall I knew was you were an addiction I couldn't get rid ofa terrible onebut I craved you anywaydayafterdaysometime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1645593/ Grief is like an ocean in the way of calm waters at one moment to waves crashing the next. The moment you say to yourself, "I finally let it go" is when another wave crashes and you go from being "okay" to falling to the ground, drowning in the waves that crash against the walls of your heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1644645/ I had a dream we were together it was perfectbut when I woke up I remembered that what we had was goneand I got this uncomfortable feeling in my stomach because I was never going to feel the way I felt before I was never going to have your hands on my skin or have your arms thrown arou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1643165/ 1:25 AMYou took my heart without asking. I knew you had it when I starting checking your horoscope too. I knew when I started falling asleep thinking about what it'd be like to press my lips against yours. I was foolish. I was foolish to think you'd ever think of me the way I thought about you; to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1643152/ FADE IN:EXT. DOWNTOWN - NIGHT - ESTABLISHINGIt’s New Year’sEve. The streets are busy and a thin layer of snow covers the ground ofdowntown, Toronto. Traffic is slow. University students are lined up outside ofthe Carlu.CLOSE UPon a couple kissing, and anothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1642992/ When I was seven, I lost my brother to the earth. We were playing hockey on our frozen lake, practicing for a game we had coming up, when the ice started to crack beneath our skates. Damien and I tried to skate away but it only made the ice weaker. The weight of our skates pulled us under .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1642858/ She is a storm; because her thoughts are chaotic and her heart is destructive. But somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, she is calm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1642818/ I’ve seen badBad is the girl who drowns her pain in alcoholBut let’s call her “almost”Almost survivedAlmost got betterAlmostNever didNow I’ve seen okayOkay is the guy who says "life goes on"But I call him “barely” Barely survivedBarely got betterBarelyN.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1640362/ She was an angelKind, gentle; a pretty sightPeople often said, "she lights up my life"It was trueShe was an angelBut she had wingsAnd the moment someone got too closeShe'd fly away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1639476/ "You're gonna get hurt." She stated. "I know what I'm doing." I responded quickly; an attempt to convince myself. I had no clue, really. "Okay, if you say so" she paused, "but if in a month you feel like your heart is at the bottom of your stomach, don't tell me I didn't warn you."Her word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1638814/ Torn between who she wasAnd who she was “supposed” to be  His life was a puzzle that she didn't fit inSo forever her feelings for himRemained hidden She wanted to get to know him and be his friendBut the days passed and she didNothing in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1638360/ From Zero to Eighty One     1934    You were a year and ten months, already walking, not yet talking. “Early walker, late talker” became a nickname you only understood later. You started life as a quiet one, but the curiosity in your head was always loud. Septemb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1636987/ I sat on the roof, in my favourite pair of sweatpants, and a sweater that was green like broccoli. The night was still young and stars were starting to make their appearance, like dancers walking onto a stage, with an audience watching. In my mind, stars danced when they twinkled. I began to wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1636901/ This isn't paradise,life, I mean.It's more like a steel knife,or a piece of broken glass in my windpipe.Life is a lot like rolling dice,the number you roll is always a surprise, if you're lucky enough you'll roll something high.A lot of people keep rolling lowno matter how many times they try,I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmind/1493682/