http://slow.writerscafe.org/UsherAverts The original writings of author UsherAverts en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048240 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 depression four / fleetingI used to be so free in my mind, endless corridors and turnsat my leisure, my pleasure.today merely a grey sky holds. it flew inno longer able to turn a corner within my skullonly to be faced with a hideous mirrorof what i cannot describefor i do not know myselfi’ve l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710237/ the questionmy dearest friend, my oldest onecome here, let me tell youit happens so quick, so scarily quickyou look back and thinkwhat was i thinkingwhat was i thinking, those daysthose ancient old days years agohow did i feel when that happenedhow hurt was my heart, did I growdid i learn from my f*.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710210/ the crying game/depression twowhile the world is left weepingi am left sleeping.sleeping and breathing and simply coexistingunder the branches of the crying gamei breathe so consciouslyso silently, alonei cannot moveinto this placeinto this what we have to bewhat is left of mewhere have i gonethis s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710209/ Hope.Sometimes I feel a little hope that there is hope that I might get better and I feel hopeful about this little bit of hope and I don’t want to forget it so I wrote a poem about that glimmer of hope and sunshine of a little happiness to remind myself and hopefully more and more hope will c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710207/ the racing ratsi keep up with the racing rats and do my best to winand try to figure if i see the world with the right eyesa constant pull between a burning fireto run wild to the hills in search of what’s lost in present companyeachother, in our faces,its scarce to see an honest onegazing bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710206/ We’re all on prozacWere all on prozacWere all on somethingThis is what my father tells me.This I do not know.This is what I hope to be For selfish reasonsWe’re all on prozacWe’re all on prozacWe all need somethingWe all need a little EIt written down, its filmedIt everywhere you se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710194/ When I writeI try and make it so the rest of the world is like me Like I used to.And there is no hope for anybody, like me.But I cant.Because I don’t feel it to be true.I just feel there is no hope for me.I am the only one there is no hope for.I am the only one.I am hope-lessI am less.I cant e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710188/ its curves are pointed,it gathers.at the top, the feelingthe pain, the guilt of it allas i fall down the wellThe donkey kicks.And screams.Nov 22 2014 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710176/ december a lukewarm skyline settlinga cold feeling, settled.a foreign taste on my tongue a thousand thoughts intrude.but not one i could tell you nowthe skyline used tempt and glistenthe feelings were heated and tangible.and the tasteof the earth.so beautifulbut i could not describe it nowthe p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710156/ this road has gotten meripped me to shreds.i fumble uponmy torn weathered dressthis rain keeps on pouringrelentless in warit will keep coming,always more my head bowed against the windmy legs ache from walkingand feel cold and deadfrom talking and talkingin my headOriginalthis road has gotten meripp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710142/ What if we all just fell down.And didn’t get back up.If we all just �" broke.And nobody spoke.If we wept and wept and wept and weptuntil we bled out, exhausted empty.And gave up on this dream.This f*****g intangible dream.There’s so much noiseAnd so much trafficAnd so many pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UsherAverts/1710136/