http://slow.writerscafe.org/Stepsy10 The original writings of author Steph_F90 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776196606 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My take on social media. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/2033728/ Admitting defeat, I thought we had been lost -defined to a specific time,bound only by youth. However it is time that has kept us constant -deepened roots of an old evergreen,once fresh, gleaming, nowmaturing together on separate paths,bowed but perfectly beautiful. Drooping leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/2032906/ I thought about you the other day,Of how it was before, no change.Hurled into a realisation,of waning grief for the sentient.Incipient hunger of freedom, rebellion,resilience of the self.Particularly peculiar to be linked,at first, by just a na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/2031480/ I have been bruised. Unlike the flesh of fruit,It's not easy to see. A deflated sigh unveils,My body expectant,Forgetful of thought. I fill my lungs with air -The timing isn't right. Cautiously I surrender,Faultlessly defeated,Without affirmation. This is pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1861017/ Sinking silentlyInto myselfUnable to reachFor anyone.Vocal chords tornSevered yet hopefulWilling for change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1851848/ It's time for you to go,I never asked for you to stay. Oblivious - my dear - to the obvious. I wish it could be different,Perhaps it will one day. Silence - my dear - no longer deafening. I saw you resting there,A bloodied scene from a play. It's time for you to go -My dear -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1763119/ You could mistake them for being ill.Not physically, of course -But mentally - just important. Or so you'd think. I was mistaken at first,An innocent pawn in this two player game,An unwilling participantIn the twisted, crippling disturbia.You go through the motions...Maybe I co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1733444/ I account for my self worthby the smile worn on the faces of others.Placing a mask of denial over a facade,I wander absentmindedly into familiarity.I find solace in strangers,Comfort in the dead.Cliched drum of a heavy heart -A mundane, monotonous thudthat beats within me.Final.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1698186/ Self discovery shouldn't beabout finding your worthamongst the clutches of others.But we're taught from a young age,To be the best version of us for another.How could I be the best for them,If I don't know how to beThe best for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1696334/ Dull, tacky cloudsScattered amongst theHarsh morning light thatBeats upon heavy, tired eyes.Dusty and withered,Cracked flesh is exposed.A stiffened spine isFlexed against the breeze.Momentarily you're alone,Enjoying the soured silence -Until you feel the warmthOf a familiar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1658276/ We would fall at the first hurdleIf physicality was important,But that doesn't mean it wasn't real -Does it?I think of you occasionally,Of your wild hair, beaming eyesAnd an honesty so brutal and rare.I think of the impact you had on me,Despite being so far.A welcoming grin, al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1658267/ I remember the start -A failed night behind us,Overwhelmed by affection.Things like this don't happen to me,Or perhaps they doI'd been having an unlucky yearBut that's not to sayThat's all you were - unluckyIn your short existence.I never thought I could be Responsible or a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1657207/ For my love. x http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1657141/ It affected me moreThan I could ever imagineA cliched sentence for anExperience so unlike another.Reckless, emotional, aloneIs all I can put it down to.What happened - is that becauseThat's who you are or was itBecause that's who you perceived Me to be?Unsure of myself, my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stepsy10/1657120/