http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gypsynight The original writings of author gypsynight en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002004 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Where am I http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/2140345/ "Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/2102601/ Being vulnerable http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/2102600/ Metamorphoses http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/2102599/ Joseph picked her up as she lay, eyes wide and blood draining fast. It took a lot to lift her, even though she was so small. She was like dead weight. The ambulance came finally after minutes Joseph held back tears because he knew he could never save her and he blamed himself. They took her on a str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/2063722/ I am just the sound, of waves crashing against the surface.Though burying your head seems worth it.You learn how to speak as the bleach eats at your skin.Did it seem worth it to lose a friend but gain the truth?And we just are just hungry for what we choose to not understand, we began to cru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/2008565/ I wish you could taste the salt in my wounds.The way it stings and tingles.I wish I could open up my mind and let you in it.I thought my worst affliction was the pain I endured or the person I use to be.But the absance of your present makes me feel like I am my worst enemy.Now im ugly and choose to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1955642/ First Heartbreak http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1941670/ Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1940435/ Behind the eyes of a ninth grader http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1940431/ A collection of short stories and poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1940417/ My heart burns with the acid I left waiting on the table.The sun could not burn threw my arms, not even for the life of me.Sometimes we choose to leave the ones we love so quietly.Does it get better? Can I ever fight this urge?With a black cloud so far above me, each time it grows worse.And the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1930948/ I see in black and white. It's real so it has a backside.Just like the open wounds.Out of sight, out of mind.We are all just fools.Trying to impress other fools.Except me I built mystery as a means to me.I'm like the bridge you never burned. The chicken who flew over the street instead of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1901106/ Something spoke to me today as if we could control it, “Alldepression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in peopletaking themselves too seriously." I always felt from a young age the worstpossible things of myself as well as what people thought because I grew updif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1872632/ She curses each angel with a smile.Plucking and perforating each feather from her fragile wings.She only looks back to take each blissful smile before she is gone. He holds the infant in the smile on his face.New life disappearing and withering without a chance.He can not stay together or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1864459/ Though changes bring new ideas and thoughts,Time holds answers and memories lost.Feelings are sometimes hard to read,Just like some great authors can't always write what they feel they need.Except with this one.Everything has changed you see in color,Because you have not felt love before now.As true.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1861427/ I was only eight-teen when Lucy kissed my ears with the sound of magicians music, my heart she touched with sweet meaningless mystery that brought curiosity. Lucy danced and dabbled with my eyes, when I did not know where to lay my vision. She made me safe like a infant in situations with dull dim r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1773577/ Someone once said that "The reach of the human mind was strictly limited and that there was no point in taking any interest in matters beyond its capacity." This sort of comforts me and dissatisfies me all in the same. Like we cannot possibly progress to the point where we can use all of our br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1762983/ Though your frame is warn.and your walls are torn.I see something amidst where your cracks break.I can fix your heart with the slight change of my breath.and your build does not change.Though its fixture swells to what your happiness means to say.Find that you patch cracks with broken patches.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1750907/ I was born to brew,To contain knowledge of nothing,Though blades cut wires deep,I find them delightfully haunting.I was found wanting to be lost,To be invisible only seen in thoughts,Though words wait with me,I find it unbearably lovely.I was left in a dream one night,Never to return,In hopes that t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1749246/ Weightless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1726796/ Feelings to leave Blank http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1726517/ I am running this time.I am in traffic.I move swiftly around the cars as if I was one.I am outside my body.Stuck inside my mind at the same time.I am running and it feels as if I may never stop.I am cornered with no where to run.I can see the shadow of the ominous beast. The beast I have never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1725100/ Let me bend beneath your accusations.Prey on me when I'm most weak and senseless. I start to turn until I break.I utter your last mistakes, they pass you by.You grab a hold of nothing.Just to touch something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1723793/ I walked up to the door and opened it slowly.Peeping my head in a little bit, just enough to breathe in its presence. I could already feel my heart racing, my breath quickening. I decided to leave the door cracked, in hopes it would bring in a calming draft.Settle my mind, and ease my heart.Before I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1722223/ The end of the path, the end of my head.Was something I did not dream to expect.There was nothing but open ground, which connect all four paths together.How could it be that no matter which path we take, we still end up wandering alone and without a trace.The worst truth of all is that will keep goi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1722220/ Weary eyed I made my way down the hidden path.Its bends and twists, yearning my thoughts to develop louder. I could not bare what forever will be.What end will be earned to be unseen.My eyes tearing from what stood in front of me.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1722216/ The woods felt unfamiliar and ominous.Filled with mysterious beings and cold fear buried in your heart.Branches of the trees reaching out to me as a cry for help, beckoning me to come closer. How is it that you can forget everything you intend to remember.I had forgotten which path it was.I stood in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1722211/ My feet tried to resist.As I journeyed toward a woods that sucked you in and spit you out.Leaving no tracks behind.I smelled something reeking of doubt.The hidden path what if its no longer a part of me that's real?What if I struggle to get there alone.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1722210/ There is a hidden path.Though I can not recall where it is at.Everyday I dream of where it leads.Though I have not seen the end. One night I laid awake inside my head.Thinking of all the peace the path had inscribed on me. I Finally had a growing idea that was blooming deep inside.Find the hidden pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1722209/ I opened the door today.But I could not see clearly.My eyes burned from the inside.They refused to believe what was right in front of me.Emotions seeped out of my heart, soaring through the open door.Mixing in the wind, withering away, until all you could see is what you hear.My grasp was loosening .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1722207/ Today I felt comfort in rays of sun.Though you spoke with words made of ash and mold.Your spirit still thinner then a apple's core.Yesterday I waited for thoughts to roll in.Though you spoke in words soaked in gold and lined with rust.Your voice cracking each word to dust.Last year I felt to much.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1719114/ Turn up the radio a little loud right now, windows down, just drowned me in sound.Cigarette smoke preventing words that can't be spoken.Thoughts lost in the music, making me feel less useless.I can't help but feel more alone, even when i'm at home.Follow me to a place I hate, watch me well I waste a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1503498/ I felt clarity wash over me, but it didn't stick.For a second I heard my name echo well you were thinking, you just shrugged it off, perhaps got ticked.Don't worry Hun I'm over you, I'm just saying the ink on your arm will always be true.You can touch it up, but my lips will still be buried deep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1503489/ Lets take a second to think about how strange our shadows can be.They follow us everywhere, without care, always a step behind your feet.Watching every tear that falls, every laugh that echos across the walls.Withholding no soul, just a shape, drawn on the space we carry our pace. I wonder how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1503486/ Lets go on a trip and not come back.Beneath the grass we feel the earth’s heartbeat, we move with its rhythm as it sways our belief.Its taste so bittersweet, away from all reality.Then suddenly you lose grip, a splurge of jumbled words cause you to lose my sight.You let go of me lettin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsynight/1503485/