http://slow.writerscafe.org/zwsed The original writings of author Autonomous en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057294 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have lost touch with writing, its been a while these words are my decompression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/2144849/ Bitter was the dawn of our new day,offered my soul which was led astray.Nothing much has changed.Yet the sun is a little less bright.Mounted with melancholy I stare at passionate flames.I have yet to feel its heat nor the swirling of a summer breeze.All that remains is a gray world of constant negot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/2106047/ My world is somehow spinning around me, Surrounding me with fears.Faced with pointless sweat and tears.Flightless yet soaring high.Flying on flumes exhausted and enamored,Fearing the fall but love the view. Passion the fashion of a soulful youth,Proof of life is in the spark of idiot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/2002402/ Note: I am using both tear and tear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1998155/ Lost in the words I could never say,my mind in circles everyday.No one but myself to catch crooked lies,the taste of failure ever looming.Ever breath turns into a sigh,every hit turns to nigh,but never quite close enough.  I turn away only to play the fool, try again tomorrow to repli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1983844/ Lost in the bitter blue,emotions tangled in an endless dream.The true form of my sin unseen,when you sent me to hell was it truth,or did you just mean to hurt me.Either way the bitterness does not dissipate, in a world full of hate, love twists down the tongue,with ease our own kinship has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1967664/ These days flow with emotion, yet there is no devotion.All passion no commitmentnowadays we need contractson goals and motivations.No one wants to sail out and live,they rather sit and sink in cubicles.Love is now a word to describe affairsand used in the name of hate. Being twisted is tre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1917447/ There goes Mother, buried on a cold winter day. Her expression must be twisted in dissatisfaction. It would have been better for her to die on a warm summers day. She loved the warm summer air and its far too cold for us to be waiting on the priest. My father stands beside me holding back tears, I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1898403/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1898387/ This just addresses the recent rut of writing that I have been experiancing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1898355/ Just a poem meant to be viewed in anyone's perspective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1895168/ These are just small messages that have no direct meaning together, they are meant to be diverse thoughts that can inspire the thoughts of others. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1885251/ A shadow emerged from the light, it was a cruel glimpse of death; yet he was immersed in its beauty. In that one instance he was free from despair. He could see his life clearly from start to finish as the beast closed in on him. Indifferent to his demise he cried with joyous tears as he whispered ".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1881896/ It's been a while but I guess I have to get back to writing at some point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1880295/ Who am I?A thought we all ponder. - I want to read the glory in my eyes,the shining light that never dies. Hoping to see hope in your eyes,through a reflection that always lies. Far from a journey I want to be,the me the world wants to see. Close to an adventure you fall,for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1857534/ Thunderous applause,paused abruptly.The golden boy transforms,old and outdated,worthless like lead.Better off dead,so he can be remembered,only as the man he used to be.Cited in fame, quoted a failure.That is the curse,of whispers of fame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1853822/ I am lost, tragically nailed to the cross I crafted,this is the fate I chose, I was not drafted. Time and time again I shifted gears,blaming others with crocodile tears,all in the name of my unreasonable fears. My first sin insincerity, a man who never cared to be,but was broken in doubt, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1851025/ Oh save me from insanity, I am not the me I planned to beI thought I was the king of the universe,but truthfully,I was just a jester for the world to see.Yes put on the shelf of my own mediocrity. How was I blinded by the gamethat we tell ourselves is built for gainnow I finally see I was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1839528/ Twas Halloween night and all was in fright, as one could infer not all laughed in delight.A lone Boy walks through the street,with a bag of candy full to his feet.In the distance sat a man full of disdain,as per the norm love drove him insane.The boy was the black cat's evil omen, the hang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1837728/ He slept in darkness, a statement that might seem redundant until he told you he can't remember a single dream. All he knows is that he wakes up screaming and left with horrendous bruises. The cursed man's name was Elliot Eastman, fairly good-looking but hideously alone. He's 188 cm tall, sandy whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1837302/ In and out of consciousness,that is creativity.Fun and concise turned to particles of prose,leaving the reader with nothing but woes.The image of perfection is slipping from your mind,as your struggle to become what you once left behind.Euphoric nostalgia haunts your heart to broken pieces,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1832873/ Once upon a time there was a boy who flew through the day. He was loved by everyone he knew from dusk to dawn but they worried for him.His mother would often say, "Billy stay away from the edge of the pond."It was her catchphrase, one he thoroughly memorized and repeated. The edge of the pond w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1832046/ He took a second to gasp for air, nearly blacking out every few steps."It was a nightmare...a f*****g nightmare." He thought to himself. Drenched in liquid crimson,his tears cleared a path for the only white that could be seen on his face. Pale and sickly but not reminiscent of sighting a ghost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1832040/ It's been a while since I wrote a senryu or haiku so I thought I would make a few and post them today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1823465/ Every now and then I sit in my despair,I sit and ponder where and how can I repair,those fragmented pieces of my broken soul.Too many to count are the times I've let you all go,dear friends and family, I have left you out my dreams.I lay sweetly, forsaking those who offer nothing but love.Yet I hesi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1819741/ This is literally a riddle, I know it seems like a waste as the title would fit with a very poetic point. P.s this is my first riddle so it might be a little obvious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1816305/ The world I live in is happily cruel,it treats you as a fool,it tells you to look when you're blind,it tempts you to lead when you're behind.To live we must find hope in despair,and must care for those who we don't trust.We must survive with no fear just to reach for success,even if we know success .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1812586/ It's been a while since I wrote a poem of love and loss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1806074/ Truth be told I am stuck in my former self.The world that changes has left me still.That fact in itself brings me no thrill.Truth be told there was a time,a time where that was ok to me,but now I wish for the new me to be free.Warped in indifference no more,I read new words that strike at the corean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1803782/ I had to get this off my chest! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1795556/ I'm serious I wrote random thoughts altogether into one writing! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1790061/ I have known you since forever,and have found your happiness to be my endeavor. you my friend are hiding behind a sorrowful lie,it's okay if you need a good cry. As you chug down a beer you shout gleeful cheers,unannounced to others are un-shed tears. How many times will you hurt yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1784428/ For the picture poem this contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1783671/ Don't expect something Jolly and fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1779920/ This one is more...I don't know I suck when it comes to describing what I meant to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1779409/ A tale of a man and his vessel and a short tangle with the sea! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1775767/ Since the beginning, you were a mystery,and as we built some history,I was left with more to know.You who can smile in the darkness,How can you do such a thing?  May I read your mind?I am curious to find you at your core.Is it a creepy thing to say,yes, I know, sounds unromantic that way.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1774098/ Hope you all enjoy, I put the ost for a anime called your lie in April its good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1773926/ I know this poem is greatly self-centered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1772145/ Somewhere in the distance, beyond my resistance, and my isolation,there is something real.Real emotion to prove my devotion,Truth be told I've held a secret,once upon a time I sealed my heart away. I refused to express sadness or anger,love or hate.Ice cold winds had changed my course.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1772121/ Sorry for not uploading a new chapter for this book, I know a few of you really liked this story. I just want to state that I am not abandoning this story I am just waiting for answers. To be more specific there is a DC comic that is going to reveal the name of the Joker so as a fan I can't give a n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1771459/ I don't know I always just start to jot down words and sometimes I can't get a title to go with them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1770418/ Hope you all like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1769508/ This is going to be a three-part story... maybe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1769502/ Thinking back to the years beyond, it seems insane, right? Well not exactly insane but incoherent, but it exists in every mind. It shouldn't even matter now in a matter of minutes we are going to die off anyway. To think it all began because of a simple glass of rum and a beautiful girl.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1768135/ Just another rambling of thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1766798/ just a little pick-me-up for those long days of despair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1765524/ Still in my mind is a dream,laid sweetly in catacombs of hope. I dream of your smile and all that it entails,I remember the old embrace, it wasn't ice cold. Thoughtless I remained,entranced by your beauty. From the first time our eyes met,to the day you said goodbye. Then I remem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1759911/ I typed this on a phone, so I didn't really have the opportunity to edit and try to perfect it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1752253/ I’d bet my life that you’d trade your suit and tie for some ammo and a decent gun if they had killed the one you loved. Those were the words that shook me to my very core as a prosecutor, husband, and father. I could understand the emotions that backed up the grief but the man himself wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zwsed/1751552/