http://slow.writerscafe.org/melz1108 The original writings of author melz1108 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093313 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sophisticated conversations held around the dinner tableSimilar to a royal family. Only speaking of what is wrong with everyone else and never why. Especially never what could be wrong with your self. Only what you have done, and how you can never act that way, "it is not lady like or manly to do so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/656314/ The layers surround her little worlda world of painpain penetrating her layer by layerpenetrating her innocenceinnocence never known by her little worldKnown as life to herlife that she has always struggled to lovealways feeling cheatedfeeling within layers of her despairdespair is where she endeden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/636317/ Swimming through the cool waterentering the land of mermaidsletting my hair flow through the waterfeeling it float into another worlddreading the moment I would have to breathehating that I was really a humandiving down to the bottom swirling my body aroundnever allowing my legs to separate.I could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/635747/ surrounded by the four walls feeling as if they are closing in about to crush me like a vice I am starting to panicI squirm left I squirm right, adjust my body accordingly to try and feel rightI start to get lost from one thought leading into another.It begins.I try to distract myself just to be abl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/634656/ Swirling blue neuron's get crossed I can no longer breathclick click click click AHHHHHAHHHHH. Its slowly kills my soul.a yellowish death stole so much of my life. Greed is what I can compare "it" to,nothing will ever heal my wounds, that nice blue sky eye was replace by a yellowish orange white ble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/634225/ This is one of my first. Well one of the first that I shared, I worte in a english class when I was 13/14 yrs. old and the english teacher had us read our work in front of the class. It's about my dad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/632302/ You hurt my physical bodyYet I am the doeryou bring an amazing tranceOne I have never been able to mactchI run by actionWith power force opitimism and mightI forget you are hiddenhiddend in that deep dark convoluted center of meSo as always, I find you or you find meBack in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/632297/ Emotions flying in and out of my head. trying to expose my flesh eating my soul until I can no longer suppress them. SO I am finally exposed all true flesh showing. Covering up what I can, by paintings and new styles, real people can see underneath them. SO i need to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/632295/ Staring through the background of the mirrorI see you..Through the vibrationsI see you..Thump, Thump, ThumpI still see you...Watching your anger climbI see you.Up to the top of the mountainI see you..I think you can't see meI still see you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/632274/ in the dimmed yellowish light of my memoriesI can smell the stale odor of your rotting addictionunder my small body I feel the shag carpet itching my soft skinas I stare at the coffee table I see all that was once right and is now wronglooking at it from a different level has brought anger, hurt, co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/632178/ flashbacks... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/631597/ New old, new  old new, old shake,  shake, shakeI need to scream, I open my mouthpuff , puff, puff,   just dust.  I can feel the silences falling over  stop please, stop  begin, please begin  shake, shake, shake&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/631596/ Silence, Silence I say! But you never listen for long Peace I beg for peace But I only receive a glimpseSanity oh I long for sanityBut this is not for meHope? Yes I have hope But oh, I am dreaming again Life a new life But why take on someone else's pain Oh, I will just sit and wait sipping my tasty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/631595/ I see you staring at me peeking into my soul I do my best to ignore your seductive lure but my curiosity is getting the best of meYou lurk in the night and in the day for some reason I only see you in the early morning I know you see me staring at your soulIn the beginning you would o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/631592/ My struggles deep with-in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/631510/ one of my memories of my father http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melz1108/631508/