http://slow.writerscafe.org/iamshadowine The original writings of author iamshadowine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775967521 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As my demons ignited a fire,Its flames increased by everyPassing day, neither angelsNor god, could extinguish The fire away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1955352/ It was all gooduntil you decided to come back and break me again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1917919/ You were the dream,that my eyes couldn't believe was real http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1917916/ You comforted me with your lies,You took me in your arms like nobody did,But soon I realised,It was only to rip me apart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1917913/ She had a pretty face,She had a pretty smile,But I wonder what happens to herWhen she re-reads her journal,Her pretty face becomes pale,Her pretty smile gets replaced by tears,Her mind gets lost,When her old days are found http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1911201/ AS SHE TURNEDANOTHER PAGE OF HER JOURNAL,“I was sostupid” she told herself,And laughed,While TEARSROLLED FROM HER EYES,ANDMEMORIESFLASHED IN HER MIND,Some sad,Some happy,Some samepeople,While someleftSome newfriends,While someold became even more closeBut it didn’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1908527/ You singwith me,You rejoicewith me,I am theunspoken words Of yourobsessed feelingsSad?Relate to mylyricsHappy?Dance to myrhythm,Nostalgic?Connect mywords with your memoriesHowever youfeel,Choose oneof me And go along with your mood,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1905751/ I know howthey feel,When at theend of the day Theyscribble on me,Causetrouble with words,Leave dropsof ink on meAndsometimes tears of miserySome thinkof me as their best companion,And forsome,I am merelypieces of parchment sewed together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1905732/ As I step under the sun,I find hope.As I step under the moon,I find thoughts.And somewhere between,The sun setting andMoon rising,I find myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1893648/ MY HEART USED TO BE BROKEN,BUT TIME HEALED THE WOUNDS.THOSE BROKEN PIECES, BUILT ME UPBUILT ME UP SO STRONG ENOUGH,THAT I COULD RISE AND SHINE AGAIN.BUT AS THEY SAY,HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF,MY HEART WAS MELTED,THEN FROZEN,FROZEN IN SUCH A SHAPE,THAT WHEN IT BROK.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1892567/ I’m not sure of the words present in me,I don’t know the right deeds.Why am I so quiet today?What could be the reason?The real me is lost.The old me, blabbered all the time.But now there’s no word on my lip.What have I become?The person I really hate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1892562/  Word by word shescribbled,The tears that shecouldn’t measure,Line by line shewrote,The words her hearthad hidden. Each full stop wasdedicated,To her unspoken love,Each stanza wasfilled, With emotions forwhich she would crave&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1892549/ I am alive at night,when it is a dark paradise.I am only conscious then,the time when I pick up my pen.I only survive,when I give my words life.I only breathe,when the light subsides.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1890261/ Dear nightWe cherishedour best memories,And treatedeach other like best friends Yours lovinglyThoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882467/ Going for a stroll outside,Under the dark sky,Leaving my footprints on,But I know tomorrow,They’ll be gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882464/ Whenever I look into your eyes,I see the galaxy of memories,That we spent together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882463/ As I sat on the cruise,The music played on,But the waves interfered And Sang to me hypnotically http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882462/ If I see a shooting star,All I’ll ask forIs YOU http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882460/ As I walked towards the sun,It held me close,Kissed me firm,And left me sunkissed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882458/ Every page she wroteWas about him,But she never opened     The book again.     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882457/ I saw my past,Through a window pane,It stared back at me,Leaving me in vain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882454/ Getting hurt is my drug,And writing is my cure.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882452/ I looked at the sky and blushed,Because he saw me from the stars http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882450/ Sometimes I wake up for people,Sometimes I do not.For some I should,For some I should not.I could understand the difference,But I could not.It would happen once,But next time it would not.This might make sense to some,To others it might not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1882448/ I keep my sobs and tears hushed,Because there is nobody whom I trust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1867822/ Under the starry night,we sat,with blankets on,to shield us from the cold wind.Counting the stars,Intertwining our hands,Looking at each otheror perhaps,Just giving a sweet glance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1866471/ HESMOKED,ASHE PUFFED THE CIGARETTE,HERHAPPINESS TURNED TO FUME.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1865259/ Itall started the day we talked.Ihad never met such a genuine boy,Sucha gentleman,Sucha good friendItwas one of the best things that happened to me,Butgood things have to come to an end. Wetalked for hours,Hebecame my favorite,Istarted liking him,Butfor me, things never go s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1864632/ The more I scribble The better lines I find.Welcome to a writer's life.The more I tear,The more I am hurt,The more I write,Welcome to a writer's life.The more I am hurt,The better I write.Welcome to a writer's life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1864067/ Silence,a sign ofDestructionNegativethoughtsLosthopeBetrayalLonelinessHurtStressInternalcriesLiesDepressionLosingsomeoneJealousyObservationAnxietyBuildingup of thoughtsViolenceSometimesit’s just silence that communicates emotions... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1863330/ People can be replaced,but their memories can't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1863256/ His jokes and words could hide his love but his eyes couldn't http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1863255/ Loving you was the virus, and the anti virus was being with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1862644/ love is a game,the winners rule,the players struggleand the beginners run. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1861577/ ISAW THE SNOW FALL,IHEARD THE RIVER RUN,IBREATHED THE FRESH AIR,ISURVIVED THE SCORCHING SUN. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1860805/ Well,it’s all about time,Thememories that we createWiththe people we love,Withthe people we trustItdoesn’t matter if,Themoments created were bad,Orthe memories were good,Eventually,Whenwe will remember them,Weare going to laugh at our stupidity.Nomatter how much you w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1859586/ Life isprobably like a book,Made up ofchaptersEach chapterthat comes by,Is meant tobe learnt,Meant to beunderstoodSome chaptersalso need re-reading,While some chaptersstay unchanged foreverSome wordsfrom the chaptersLeave ascar on us,While some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1849444/ I WISH I COULD COMPOSE A SONG,WHOSE LYRICS WOULD BE APPRECIATEDI WISH I COULD DANCE,SO EVERYONE COULD FEEL MY BEAT.I WISH I COULD SING,SO AS TO MAKE PEOPLE FEELI WISH I COULD JOKE,TO AT LEAST MAKE SOMEONE HAPPYI WISH I COULD WRITE,TO MAKE PEOPLE ENJOYI WISH I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1846792/ It’s another blank page,With feelings untoldIt’s another sentence,But without words It’s another blank page,With ink scribbled all over,The ink that makes no sense It’s another blank page,With thoughts all overWritten with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1837898/ I'm lost In a maze of thoughts,hoping to never find my way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1835606/ Writing comes from the soul,Travels Hearts,AndFinds home on paper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1832232/ Pain is...A heart filled with distrust,A mind filled with consciousness,A soul filled with emptiness,Desires unfulfilled,Thoughts unwritten,Places unexplored,Lyrics unsung andLove unspoken.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1826561/ Letthem burn, Inthe love of hatredLetthem crave,Forwhat is not destinedLetthem desire,Forthe non-existing truthLetthem wait,Forthings invisibleLetthem shout,Forno one will hearLetthem cryForno one will see the tearsLetthem tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1823829/ I began my journey as an angel,Sweet and kind,To all I behaved the same,The only thing I wanted,Was to shineShine so bright,That the moon would carry my reflectionSo high,That I would be the attentionAs I walked on my path,I knew I’d succeed,I knew t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1817990/ PRESENT:Now all I can do is stare him with herand feel jealous.Looking at them getting closerand loving each other*Sorry, let me tell you my mistake, let me tell you my past*PAST:I was on a trip,with my best friend and him.He and I became real good friends,but I started feeling more of it.The trip b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1817067/ Why doesn't it stop? It showed itself up againSo many cries,Such enmity, Why does it happen?Is it compulsory? Yes, the worst thing showed up, The only thing everyone fears, The only word with a devil,Called rumours. The cries,The worries, The taunts,E.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1814389/ A respect I've earned today,A dignity my colleagues bring to me.An honour I receive today,An inspiration everyone sees,and when I look in those eyes,I see the motivation,I see the zeal.I'm the one whom they have selected,I'll be the one true and free,I'm their protector,I'm their representative.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1813249/ Loud wind,Ice cold,Threelayers of coats on,Fog smokingout of mouth.As I walkdown the gray stone road,I find I creepyhouse.Trees dancing,Water dripping,Wooden logsbroken,Spiders crawlingI knock thedoor,I ring thebell,“Hello? Is somebodyin there?”Door opens,Sound creeps,Win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1809812/ Can you tell me why I exist,No feeling in my heart persist?Can you tell me why I die,Everyday a monotonous cry?To change the past, or to strive,For the better, or is it all a lie? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1807235/ I used to be there,Where they are nowI used to be there,And they used to applaud.Freedom, dignity,Respect, libertyThey weren’t merely words for me,They described me.Honour, prideThey used to be mine.But life’s only a circle.There’s always.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamshadowine/1803641/