http://slow.writerscafe.org/val_ The original writings of author cv en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995406 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Glittery sunlight seeps through the gaps in the leaves, shadows dance on the soft grass around me. I lie on the warm earth, breathing in the fresh air. I run my hands through the flowers sprouting besides me, noticing the pale yellow and pastel pink hues, the butterflies flittering among the flora. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2866330/ tick tocksays the clock...tick tock as the clock marks the passing seconds, the passing hours...as it ticks away and the time flies by before my eyes, streaks of colors dance with the constant tick tockof the clock...tick tock sings the clock...the clock hanging from the wall, look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2855566/ I'm sorry that I'm not perfectI'm sorry that I mess upI'm sorry that I say stupid thingsI'm sorry that I amI'm sorry I'm not more I'm sorry I'm such a f**k upI'm sorry I even said anythingI'm sorry that I amI'm sorry that I'm hereI'm sorry that I stayedI'm sorry that I loved .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2773866/ it's funny how a simple wordwill set me offhow a small meaningless wordwill tear me downbut it doesand I hate it it's funny how a simple gesturewill set me offhow a small meaningless gesturewill tear me down but it doesand I hate it it's so funny how a simple f*****g .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2773865/ some people call love a game,and it's not a game,its a war...a war between the hatred for meand my undying love for you,but succumbing to the enemy is a ruseand this new life Ive found without youis decent enoughwithout the games being played,or the war being fought...I simply am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2759294/ how long can I keep saying"everything is fine, everything will be okay"before I start to crumble,before I finally break...how long can I fake a smile,how long can I fake happinessbefore I start to crumblebefore I fall to pieces how long will I sufferhow long will I crybefore I en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2758505/ sometimes I think,and sometimes I wonder...could we have been in love?could we have really loved each other?sometimes I think,and sometimes I dream,of what we could have had...of what we could have been...and now you're gone,and now it's too late,and now I'm left hereto wonder,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2742162/ I said I wouldn't crybut I couldn't help it the thought of being alone scares meI said I wouldn't lie but I couldn't help it the thought of losing you scares meI said I would try but I just couldn'tthe thought of failing scares meI said I wouldn't dieand I'm sorry butthe though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2463091/ my heart has shatteredand you can't fix shattered glassso how do you expect me to fix my shattered hearthow do you expect me to live againhow do you expect me to breathe again my heart has shatteredhow do you expect me to love againI have nothing more to give nothing more to shareb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2463090/ nights are the hardest it's quiet and my thoughts are loud I'm thinking of you I'm thinking of what I could have had I'm thinking about everything I said wrong everything I did to hurt you nights are the hardest it's quiet and my heart is barely beating I'm losing my happinessr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2463014/ time moves slowit feels like an hour went bybut in realitythree minutes went by...time moves so slowwhat felt like yesterdaywas only an hour ago...time moves but barely...I don't grow instead I shrinkbecause time barely moves...and I hopethat maybeit may stopand so will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2261518/ I'm soberfor onceand it feelsforeignI'm soberand for onceI feel sadI feel aloneintoxication keeps me happyintoxication keeps me sane intoxication keeps me alivesobriety makes me feel realsobriety kills mesobriety kills me because I can hear my demonsI can hear the voices.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2178675/ he loves me...he says beautiful words he tells beautiful stories he looks at me with adoration, orat leastit seems that way...he loves me not...he doesn't always remember mehe doesn't always acknowledge mehe doesn't always keep his promisesyetit seems likehe loves me...be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2175861/ I relive that night over and over again,wanting to go back...wanting to go backand feel that same happiness,feel that same feeling...I relive that night and I think about how you create peace in me...I remember your eyes and how they looked at me,how your hands touched me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2175781/ the room is quietmy thoughts are loud i see shadowsi see demons i see my future in the groundthe rope is tiedthe gun is loadedi see the end i see deathim shattered and broken death is a friend i am not scared death is neardeath is goodno one really caredthe room is coldmy thoughts are quietim at the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2163437/ my head hurtsslowly dyingblurry visiondark muddy thoughtsnot a clear decision http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2161969/ the constant ticking in my head is painfulall i can think about is the tick tick tickechoing in my brainthe sound bouncing off my skullit hurtsim sadim anxioustick tick tickalmost like a finger impatiently tappinglike someone is impatiently waiting for me to dieso the ticking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2161613/ I lie here,Covered in shame,All I can think about is my mistakes,Nothing I've done makesThis life worth living...Someone listen to my cries orLet me die.Each breath isExcruciating...Please, let me sleep forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2161351/ there is something in my head, something deep inside me,living off my happiness andexpelling all my conscienceness this thing inside my head,the thing that's deep within,whispers things to me andtells me who to be the thing inside my head, the thing that's deep within, is poi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2161019/ there is light without me I do not bring joyor happinessor purposeI do not bringanything to the table I do not bring anything usefulI do not bring a singledam smile to anyone's facebecause I am darknessand light is abundant without meI do not belong herewith these talented and smart andbeautiful peo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2160641/ it's a story about a girl who wanted nothing more than to feel something instead of nothing. she tried everything, from booze to drugs to sex and it all worked momentarily and in the end, she found out that temporary happiness wasn't everything she expected. it cost her life. she became disconnected.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2149808/ I didn't die because I thought that I would give this life a chance and honestly what was I thinking... being dead is peaceful and being alive is stressful and yet, here I am, alive and well because you said I had to give this life a chance... and well, I am, I did, wheres the feelings of happiness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2149807/ A title is in the works http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2148012/ He grabbed my face and held it close to his. My eyes flutter open, I'm trying to get my bearings. “Wake up,” he sneers, “It’s time to go.” I reluctantly obey, knowing full well this is my demise. He reaches for my hand and pulls me away from the warm comfort of my bed. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2142141/ I travel the wastelands of my mind, searching for a drop of water, a life of my own. The sunlight, she beckons me. I slowly crawl towards her, searching for an inkling of purpose to this journey, a drop of water, a life of my own. Could the sun who shines so bright hold the answers I so long to disc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2099083/ In the midst of all this greenery sits a sun in all its riddled glory, attempting to cast a light over the shadows of yesterday. And I, fearing for what may come, hide among these shadows, desperate for solace from the pain haunting my inner thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2099079/      As I sail the ocean blue fighting against the monstrous waves, I pray to God begging Him to bring me safely to shore. To perish and be buried at sea in a watery grave does not indulge me, but rather frightens me. I am not one who enjoys the sea, nay, the land is what I favor. Aye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2039866/ the night I lost it allis the night I reached adulthoodthe night I gave you all of meis the night I gave up on me the night I felt you is the night I felt pleasure...and the night I lost it all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2028497/ If a rose could smellany sweeter than your nameI will take it in.If any tulipcould be as handsome as youI will take it in.If any sunflowercould shine as bright as you doI will take it in.But alas, my love,You are sweeter than a rose,you are more handsome than any tulipI have ever laid eyes on,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2022596/ He makes me happy, The sound of his name brings peace.The feel of his skin colliding with minesends shivers right down my spine.He has a good heartwith good intentions,just the thought of harming meenvokes protection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2022595/ I dream of death,Yes, death.She visits me in my solitude, in my silence,She tells me it's time to leave,And time is of the essence,And soon I will join her in complete solidarity.I dream of misery,Yes, misery.He visits me in my times of trouble,He tells me he won't stay long,But misery loves company.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2015305/ Every night the moon shines through my window, a new face sleeps on the pillow next to me... a new man, a new one night stand.Every night the pleasure grows when someone plants their seeds in the garden that never grows, and the shame and grief arise while the pride I once had falls to my feet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/2010034/ I am an artist,I paint stories with red ink,Can I show you a picture,Can you tell me what you think?I am an artist,I paint stories with sharp edges,I carve into unique placesSome pretty little etchesI am an artist,I paint stories with death,She frequently visits meAnd takes away my breathI am an art.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1987522/ I am delicate,With one touch I crumbleAnd fall to the ground.I am a spineless,Pusillanimous beingWho yearns for the end.I am limited,There isn't much I can doExcept plead with deathTo relieve me of This earthly life that I hold.Send me to darkness,Send me to a placeWhere I won't be able to&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1987380/ Everything is temporary. Everything. From the birds and the bees to the people among them... to the flowers in the soil to the animals in their habitats, everything is temporary. Our lives are temporary, our feelings, our emotions, our possessions, our loves... It's all temporary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1986253/ I thought that all I needed was youBut what we had wasn't love, but infatuationObsessionA craving for something physicalA craving for a feeling that would only last a little while.And yet, there I was, giving you all of my heart,Every ounce of my being was placed in your hands.And what a mistake tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1986252/ How can depression be described?Some say it is like a storm that will come to pass. But my depression is category five hurricane that makes landfall and never dies off.Some say it is a struggle. But people overcome struggles. My depression cannot be overcome.Some say it is like a season of sadness. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1972888/ I once was a girlWho was young and innocent and carefree  But something changed within meAnd the world turned against meAmbivalence and dissonance now engulf me,Creating something of anxiety inside meI'm drowning in the depression sea The life inside of me wanting to fleeI'm being att.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1972271/ I gave you too muchBut the feeling it gave meMade me feel lovedEven though we never touchedI could still feel your hands caressing meYour lips on my neck Your breath on my skinI could feel your warmthI want you to hold meI want you, DavidI want you, I need you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1971481/ Imagine you're locked in a room. It's pitch black... You can't see anything... But you can feel the presence of something there with you... An unknown presence... That's how I feelImagine you're sinking to the bottom of the ocean... Gasping for air but only taking in the salty sea water. You're scre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1926968/ Do you ever get those annoying little headaches in the back of your mind... They hurt, but the pain is bearable? Do you ever get those headaches where you just cant function? It hurts too much to go about your day?But what about the headaches that come from the little voices in your head? The h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1926964/ I know of a place Where the blind can seeThe deaf can hearWhere the lame can walkAnd the dead will riseHere there is no wanderingHere you can’t be lostHere you have a purposeHere you belongI know of a place Where milk and honey flowWhere the sun never setsWhere the darkness never sti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1882784/ He was sitting on his bed, tossing the pill bottle in the air. 'Just take it...' The voices shouted, 'Take them all!' He opened the bottle... 'Everyone will thank you. You'll be doing everyone a service...' They told him... "No," he yelled back. "No. What if it doesn't work?! I can't live like that!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1882432/ You sold yourself for freedomFreedom from moralityYou gave everything to beSomeone that you're notYou sold your soulTo be best friends with darknessYou sold your heart to feelThe emotion you call loveBut I can see who you areI can see right past the maskEveryone can see what you want to beAnd that i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1882431/ I triedYou called for helpYou were falling so fastBut I triedYou fell so quicklyIt was impossible to save youBut I tried I tried so hard I went so farI almost gave my life for yours I triedI tried to fight off your demonsI tried to offer them a new homeI triedBut you fell so quicklyI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1882429/ I'm completely lostI am dying to be foundBut not yet rescued http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1768951/ The darkness of nightAnd the starless sky aboveIs all that I can seeIts all I've ever known But it doesn't seem as scary When you're all alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1733007/ She came in a dream the first time I saw her. She was wrapped in a white cloak and held a staff in one hand. We were feet apart, but I could hear her breathing... We were in a garden filled with beautiful flowers earth has never seen. She comes towards me and grabs my hand and walks me around the ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1696354/ I'm afraid of what societyWill have to say to meWhen they find out who I amOr who I plan to be I'm afraid of what society Will have to say to meWhen they find out my true colorsOr my true identityI'm afraidI'm petrifiedI'm scared of what you will sayI'm scared of what they will sayI'm scar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/val_/1696352/