http://slow.writerscafe.org/veil The original writings of author Veil en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029566 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Every second that passesI am greivingThe most precious possessionsof time with youslip through my fingersas pearls off a stringI regard them for an instantEach one beautiful in a new wayand cannot be graspedI do not get to keep themthey are too beautifulAnd love cannot be held on to for later http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1949288/ The faster they gobecause that is how to winSurpass them all and you willfeel at peaceenough to slow downOtherwise keep franticBecause to be in demand is to be running out and not have enough to giveand to be wanting is only because you haven't got "IT" The desperate are so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1739002/ I feel as if I am being taken for a ride. Swept away and as I go my mind is erased of anything real.I have a startling moment of fear. I am corneredIf I am so convinced I am seeing things for what they are, then it must be an illusion.My person is locked in a vice.I can't speak.I can't b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1719652/ Carefully revealing what weakens me to saywithout acknowledgement to get in the wayThe truth revealedin a hidden spacewhere only others hastento place a girl like me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1683066/ If ever you were to slowly fadeor life's cruelty take you from where you still are at this moment ­by my sideToo severe a loss that Ican't even manage to understandthe definition of that despairThere would be no place for me to existAnd no way for me to belongThere is no other so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1682887/ There is no sound heard by youAnd this is just an everyday uneventBut you walked along the woods todaynot remembering it is whereyou put me to hideTo find only a grave where your emotions had diedStill screaming in angry terrorMy mouth wideand the stinging of your throatis not real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1682114/ Trapped in this darkened row seating, I have a thought occur Which came upon me when I was interrupted by the stage.I can't remember what it was because I don't get to have a story or a plot.Living in this silent film But the production has volume and voiceIt is I that does not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1680670/ This blank sheet tried to erase mywords again.As intimidation causes avoidance.As avoidance is chaining the last twodays together.…............Everything I have done in the last twodays has involved avoidance you see a chain reaction of explodingbits the further divide and exp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1676415/ her last exhalation over lipsthat bore a faint smilewas no compromise for the misery she left in her wakewhile every day a million tongues collected and in her earwhispered without language----------------------If I wrote her eulogyIt would sound something like this:"Miserable soul...always so grim .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1676356/ on feeling love for the first time and having it taken away quickly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1577807/ The conscienceSeems a measure of collected lawsPausing life and draining timeLicking clean its plate while despising its mealAnother wasted memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1577787/ I feel peacecomfort resplendentposthumous repose.But very much aliveTentacles electrifiedand hair standing on end.And you are nowas I would once pretend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/veil/1577781/