http://slow.writerscafe.org/MikeG The original writings of author Mike en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776137228 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I ceased to exist in the light hiding in plain sight I am a ghost wrapped in a sheet I just mightWhat was once the soft hands of a child molded now into the mad mind of a man wildUnchained happiness gives way to and uncharted sadness I am now my own I am madnessI stare blank into the mir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeG/1524477/ This is a song I wrote for my wife http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeG/1520578/ Real or Fake, Its just medon't even think that anything will change it is always gonna be this way always the same always this faceless name yes i know that i am strange but i am who i am and i know who that is i am a dick, to say the least i lie, cheat and steal never a frau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeG/1520577/ the things i do, o substance, i do, i love to hate you.I PULL THEN I PUSH...THE THINGS I DO, I LOVE TO HATE YOU! another day i twitch and crave. shiver and shake. i am...this mindless slave that tiny prick that i hate but i love and cant let go i watch it flow, swirl and mix like s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeG/1519084/ This is a poem from when I was homeless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeG/1519083/ 48hrs...Treated Like a Criminal I AM NOT A CRIMINAL- I DIDNT DO IT, NO... YOU LOCKED ME IN HERE ANYWAY TOOK MY SHOES AND BELT AWAY... locked me in this 6x9- with no one here, but my own mind and now these thoughts are racin thru next to do... i havent got a clue... when you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeG/1519077/ Reality Checkare the things i hear and see really there or just imagined by me if you were to ask me at this very instant, for instance yes, their stance is as real as my mind allows their existance so i must, in turn, answer that question, with not only, one of the same kind...but w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeG/1519075/ Shadow Dancing with Time why do these shadows of the darkness tend to fade upon the beginning of new days with just the slightest hint of sunshines rays? and even in the darkest place thould be hidden behind the same endless days that eventually haunt the faceless names turning i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeG/1519073/ I just decided to sit down and write everything that came to my mine as it came http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MikeG/1519070/