http://slow.writerscafe.org/celecis The original writings of author celecis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776202497 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Until today I never knewNever knew who I was I never knew where to beI thought to myselfIs it me or is it this society?That teaches us to conformTo normalize us.They forced me in vainAnd they brought me downPushed me to the depths of the undergroundAnd I tried and I tried,but I never could and I tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/celecis/1721437/ My mind's a hurricaneI can't think straight anymoreThere's a provocking darkness withinIt forces me to think beyond the wallIt makes me look on another perspectiveI've been digging into the lightlessAnd I've been loving it ever sinceI have morphed into itMy aura's turned black,The vision of that bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/celecis/1711953/ And I see you now,One foot, staring at meInsisting on telling me the things you believe I'll never be,Asking me questions, already knowing the answers,Make me uncomfortable just for the pleasure.And you talk about the money he sendsAre you aware all of that ends?You talk about god, good, judgment an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/celecis/1711947/ Just an excerpt of a story I'm writting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/celecis/1709796/  Since birth, condicioned to death                Expectations on high, a lifelong of slavery                Thoughts shaped since the early age&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/celecis/1708928/ When the winter comesAnd the dark sets inHe digs his way to the surfaceThe snow doesn't fallThe stars disappearHis presence evolves the world in fearBringing the storm withinThe fog rises from the ground,Life is silencedA godforsaken placeAnd it's when he comesThe alive turn deadPeople turn gho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/celecis/1708926/ Reconsidering who I amWhere I am, where I should beIs this all, is this realIs this life or is it a dream?A pre-test, an illusionI wonder what's beyond the fog, beyond pollutionLosing interest for the mundaneDon't care about money, don't care about fame.My mind rambles about lifeThe memories I'll ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/celecis/1708866/