http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nika The original writings of author RaynesMelody en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017780 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Do you rememberthe first day walking into the Academy?How it looked so bigand intimidating…you never thoughtthat you could become attached to it.But now…you’releaving.It’s like waiting for the summer to come.Only it’s forever, and you’re .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/950198/ "Don't leave me"You sobbed and sighedYour heart in pieces on the floorThe alcohol fumes suffocatingTears pricking my eyesListening to your criesHeart pulled too tight You'll never rememberThe night you broke downThe walls and guards you kept upFalling down onto the groundAnd I was thereHolding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/950186/ When you say "I love youtoo" deep down inside I'm cryingwith relief, beacause you dontknow it yet that you're lying.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/950184/ Even the superhero in me is tiredCause he's lived too fast for too long and he stillLongs to be inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/940990/ My lungsThey tighten and contractCausing me to recreateA painful parody of breathingI try to laugh the pain awayAnd so a wheeze sounds from my body Nobody knowsWhat fear I have of air itselfIt makes me shake And my knees seem to meltMy vision turns blackAnd I see nothing but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/938630/ If you feel that I speak much too freelyPerhaps you havent really got to know meBecause to understand the words I speakYou have to find what's underneath My heart is not laid bare to see, whilstYour ears are closed to my symphonyIf you think that you are living the life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/938622/ This poem's about struggling under the strain of depression. I am not trying to undermine religions in anyway, its just an experience expressed through words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/938369/ The rain fell in floods. Its pounding rhythm echoing in my mind. It was the pitch black of night-time. The wind was roaring and howling around me, laughing mockingly in my ears. I pulled my sodden coat closer around my thin, hunched body and tried to remember what had made me run. What had made me s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/938365/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/938363/ This is personal… I'm trying to explain the troubles of paranoia to those who want to understand/connect It's not a story, it's a personal piece that I did for English but I'm still open to criticism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/937552/ This is really just experimental. But reveiws would be good :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/607907/ You told me that it was ok to write this down, but I'm not so sure. But now that i've started, I keepwriting more.What if you hate me after...after you know? Well I guess I've started now anyway, so I shouldn't go. I'm not going to say sorry, but...I need some time to think. I'm not running.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/607905/ This is a poem about a man and his wife. The wifes thoughts are in italics and the mans words are in normal typing. I've never written anything like this before, so i hope no one is hurt by this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/606883/ Oh you girls with yourfrumps and your frills,your lipstick and foundation,your fashion termination.With face cakedin orange makeupyou consider other boysstraight after a breakup. Oh you girls that alwayssimper and pout,no wonder you parentswish to put you out.Your mini-skirts thesize of a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/606869/ Hopefully no one will take offence to this poem, it is my oppinion therefore it doesnt mean that everyone else has to agree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/606867/  How is there Truth inside a Lie?How can you cry a joyful tear?If you can have Faith, then why can’t I?How is there Freedom, in a world full of fear? You tell me of things such as MiraclesYou tell me of protection from aboveSomehow you live in a world full of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/605938/ Tired eyesHeartfelt smilesLove that’s lostOh what’s the cost? The tears that fallThe voice that callsIt tears me awayIt tears me apartTo lose this heartTo lose your heart Gentle breezeTrusting armsHolding closeAll that means the most .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/605937/ If love were to leave a markWhen it touches an open heartIt could change a lifeIt could change a deathIt could even change that one last breathAnd even though when life is lostSomehow love continues onThrough the stormAnd the rainAnd through those who care to mornYet as if a light is muffled by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/605934/ LewisI gaped soundlessly at the blood. Why was there so much of it? My head felt woozy as I watched the strange man plunge his knife into the girl’s neck. The girl stopped screaming instantly. My stomach turned as I watched the man dab his fingers into the blood and onto the wall. He giggled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/605930/ CherubinRed red redThe colour of the deadThough this one she still breathes.Out I’ll reachMy knife to teachThat she should have stayed in bed.She screams so loudIt makes me proudAnd my art work is complete.Her hand then flopsHer heart it stopsBut her last breath will never be.A gagging s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/605927/ LewisI was being watched. There was no mistaking that alarming, prickling feeling on the back of my neck. Someone was following me.I walked down the gloomy alleyway, mentally cursing myself for taking the “shortcut” earlier. Sure it was faster, but it was definitely not safer. I turn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/605926/ LewisI was running. Again. The screaming of my calf muscles as I pushed for just one extra mile; the pound of my feet on the beaten earth; such familiar sounds that were almost comforting if it weren’t for one thing. If I stopped then I would die. My breath came out in quick, short pants a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/605925/ A young girl, Lewis, is witness to a murder. Hunted by both society and the mysterious Cherubin, she meets a young boy who goes by the name of Rayne. Together they must find the answers from within. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nika/605920/