http://slow.writerscafe.org/MYai84 The original writings of author Morgan Yai en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031152 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Amid the dense darknessI see a spark of lightI hope it's not for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/2098611/ An Essay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/2098002/ Will you be my lighthouseAs I drown hereAloneMotionlessFor I wish not to be savedThe fear is not enoughTo stop me hereFallingAnd waitingI want to wish to be savedCan you help me, save meIs it possible?CryingStill hopingThat Someone will hear my pleasIf only I had the strengthTo wish to stay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/2097998/ When the World leaves meChild, aloneI remember LifeWhich no one deservesTake me backInto the mad Earth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/2097996/ It is cold outside. The cloud are dark. The rain seems to be saying it will never stop, and the wailing of sirens makes it known that this is turning more vicious by the minute. Henry waits inside for his mother to return from the store. There was no more food in the pantry; there hadn't been for a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/2097885/ Every time I look at you, I see a thousand reasons you are perfect. Your smile, your hair, your burning passion for adventure. Your longing for love is what gets me the most. Here I am, yet you continue to look. I've been here so long. How can you not see that fate has brought these two perfectly im.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/2097731/ This is the first poem I've written in a while. I don't know what inspired it exactly, but it just sort of came out. Let me know what you think, thanks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1869630/ The days grow long without you here I wish you were next to meI'd whisper in your ear"Oh how I love you""I never want this to end"And maybe my dreams would still be trueI remember, before you left meYou were sure that this could lastYou and me could be weAnd I trusted youFrom that day until now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1830915/ How two people go from friend to foe was always a mystery to me. Friend to foe. Friend meaning what? You hung out a few times and then got in a fight. No way to delight in what went down, but it's done. It's over. Nothing to mourn over to lose your heart over. Foe: I don't speak to you. I don't know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1830408/ I miss you. I love you. I'm sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1830149/ “What interests you in school?”“Nothing.”“Do you have friends that you like to hang out with?”“No.”“What about lunch? All teenage boys love lunch.”She smiled.I did not. She was new at this, only out of college one or two years. And anyone c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1741344/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1741337/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1740873/ Sometimes she winksAnd wondersIf people thinkShe's strangeSometimes she yellsAnd worriesWhen she says 'hell'She's sorrySometimes she movesA twitchThey disapproveShe knowsSometimes she criesAloneDoes fantasizeOf deathButSomehow she knowsThere's hopeAnd never willGive up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1740307/ Wanting to leave, but knowing you can't, might just be one ofthe worst feelings in the whole of the universe. Not that I have muchexperience with anything outside of Kansas, but sometimes I’d pretend I'dtraveled the world. I went lots of places. India, China, Canada, Australia, andeven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1740298/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1740297/ Sometimes I look upAnd I don't seeWhat I thoughtWas there.All I seeIs anythingAnd everythingReminding meThat you were here.The days are longAnd heaven knowsMuch timeIs gone.I listenTo this sweet songAnd rememberThe timesWhen you were here.I know I should sayThat I miss youBecause of courseI do.But I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1739745/ I don't even think that anything is real. I think it's all just a sick game or a twisted dream or something. Everything happens too neatly and nicely not to be fake. I think someone is playing us, or playing me... who knows if you are even real? I don't really want whatever creature is controlling t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1734787/ Wanting to leave, but knowing you can't, might just be one of the worst feelings in the whole of the universe. Not that I have much experience with anything outside of Kansas City, but sometimes I pretend I've traveled the world. I go lots of places. India, China, Canada, Australia, and even the mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1734015/ Talking is all they ever doTo listen is to hearThe trees and their leavesTalking, talkingTime after timeThey think I don’t knowTheir tiny little whispersTalking, talkingThen when they see meThrough the tall grassThe trees and their leaves stopTalking, talkingThis is the end butThe end is the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1699395/ When I wake up, the sun hasn’t yet risen, though it isn’t terribly dark either. As I stand and step outside, the wet grass tickles my bare feet and I can’t help but smile. I can smell bread baking, one of the best scents in the world, and I begin to head towards it, hoping to get a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1699387/ Here lies a woman who...Tried to be kind to everyone she metShe strived to live without feeling upsetBut who can know joy without any sorrow?She thought (just maybe) she'd be happy tomorrowEach day became a struggle to surviveWondering why she was even aliveShe slowly began to stop her caringShe cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1699331/ A poem of hopelessness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1699329/ This poem is about anorexia. I have never struggled with it exactly but I know what it is like to feel extremely fat and awful about your weight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1657949/ Yes, I know you're herePleaseStayDon't leave again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1553911/ I could hear the sirens wailing off in the distance. They were headed to 87th and Emery, no doubt, near that new bar on the corner. There were plenty of people there when it all went down. I could have chosen somewhere quieter, but heck, I needed a challenge. The sirens gradually became louder and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1553864/ In Ashley's PerspectiveWhat did she think she was doing, leaving me like this? Is this what I deserve? Maybe she wasn't thinking about me. She probably wasn't thinking at all. I really thought she was stronger than this, though. I really did...In Kaitlyn's perspectiveI wish I could explain w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1553755/ "The scars will never go away," I tell her. She doesn't listen. "What if you cut too deep?" She doesn't respond. She just sits there, crying. Flash back to the 4th grade. That's when we met. She was sitting by herself across the room, reading The Time Machine. Some dumb kid went up to her and to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1553751/ "Any last words?" He asked, his gun pointed straight at the beast's hideous skull. The beast repeated the man's words exactly, imitating the man's voice perfectly, and then it proceeded to spit in his face, and as the acid ate away at his skin, the man was speechless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1553746/ Tyler was my bestfriend throughout middle and high school. I needed him, and he needed me. Itwasn't always easy being his friend though. Let's just say he had issues. Hishome life wasn't the best. He got knocked around by his alcoholic father, whodidn't even see that he was doing anything wr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1553735/ Whatever she says, goes. You always believe her. She just has this way of making everyone trust her. Everyone always trusts her. With that kind of power, she could have done anything with her life. She could have robbed banks for a living, or cheated on all of her tests. She could have been a craze.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MYai84/1553325/