http://slow.writerscafe.org/underthemask The original writings of author underthemask en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064836 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’m trying to force the words to come to my mind that maymake my soul feel lighter.  The wordsthat will express the feelings that I can’t bare to show.  The words I can write down and let them go ina world where people might read them and maybe they won’t. But at le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1658384/ The lump in my throat grows largerThe oxygen starts to thinThe heart in my chest is poundingThe room around me spinsJust breath, Just breath, Just breathEverything will be okay..Until it happens again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1657855/ My heart is breaking and the shards are starting to cut my soul. Leaving scars that will be there till I'm old.I don't mind though.They remind me you were real. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1657781/ The shadows create the perfect canvasTo paint the perfect pictureSo that those who look upon meWill never know the imperfectionsOf my empty soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1657214/ Our story starts like many othersdo.  It starts on a normal afternoon, ina normal town, in a normal office building with a girl who wants nothing morethen to be normal. You see from a young age NicholeJenson knew that she never quite fit in. She never understood other girls f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1650877/ Nichole is nothing special or at least she doesn't think so but she has been through so much as a recovering addict. She always knew that one day it would rain again. And when it did it poured. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1650875/ Close your eyes and take my hand I’ll take you to a specialland. A land for only you and I.  A land where no one can hurt us withtheir words or their judging eyes. You seem to stand strong agaist their wordsand I turn to you for comfort when they begin to cripple me.  When the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1650411/ There are times when I wish I could draw.  That I was capable of producing the images and scenes I see inside my mind on to paper so that maybe you could understand my soul.  Then I doodle a stick figure and remember that art is not a talent I posses.  I get these urges to draw while.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1643760/ Trapped between two worlds just floating. I can see both sides but in neither do I fit. My body soul and mind are torn. It hurts to see all the pain. Happiest am I when he enters my space and floats along side of me. The place of not belonging. Of not quite being bad enough to fit in with the darkne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1642671/ The dance with the devil takes a toll on your body. I dont know if I am going to do more with this or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1631922/ I watch you fade awayLike the slow creep of the nightDaring to steal the day times lightthe emptiness expands in side mejust a mirror so maybe you might seesee what you are becoming http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1627812/ Some times I close my eyes and I watch the colors of thedarkeness dance on my eyelids.Do others see these fireworks of vibrate colors from thedarkest parts of their world?Or am I alone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1622043/ Just a little girl losing her mindin a world where she doesn't belong.Small and fragile,A mirror on the outside butthe colors within are so vibrate and real.She speaks the same language but no on understands her,not in the black and white world,with their suites and their ties.She dresses to fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1621933/ this is just for therapeutic reasons. I have to get these thoughts and feelings out of my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1621283/ I will walk this path into the unknown,I won’t dare look back.The scares in my past won’t need to be seen.But not today, not today. This place that I know,Won’t be who I am.My chains won’t hold me back.But not today, not today. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1620432/ I let my mind go and type these messages to John. He calls them poems. Its just how my mind organizes my thoughts though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1620188/ Tic tok tic tok,I sit and I watch,as times slips awayto the beat of the clock,Round and around,In circles they run,When will they learn,Oh, isn't this fun.Tic tok tic tok. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1620131/ Every choice we make leads us down a path. Nichole is a young woman who lost her family in a horrible car crash and returned to the life she had worked so hard to put behind her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1619615/ My personal struggle with addiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underthemask/1619527/