http://slow.writerscafe.org/mayathepsychic1 The original writings of author Maya M en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776251978 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 fall is my favorite seasonso maybe death can be beautiful after allwhen im gonewhen im gone im already nothing but flesh and bone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1892664/ if we are just like ducksimprinting on the first face we seethen ill love youand all you have to do is love me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1884678/ even if im more than the sum of my mistakes mostly im just wrong even if every morning is a fresh startwhen i wake up its still me and whatever it isthe reason im hurtingit doesnt mean you should be tooit doesnt mean i get to hurt youand then cloud my lousy apology with tears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1884677/ There was a storm in his brown eyesShe could seeHer own reflection in themAnd there was not even a sliverOf realismIn the way she hoped for it to endSo when he looked awayThe storm was gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1871482/ when all that water came rushing throughall those crackswho knew there were so many cracksit was browndirtyoh if you only were there you'd suddenly forget its the source of lifeand the things it carried all those rocks from the tops of the mountains all those branchesin the winter the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1870657/ 21:52 1/1/2017someone decided to set the dayand so he didand everyone agreedthat this is when the number changesso here i amand in this year to come i will fall i cant tell the heightbut i know its gets higher with timei wish the arms that catch me will be strongermaybe they will even be m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1869985/ who would want this?who would ask for this, unless they dont know what they're asking forstay awaythe longer you are nearthe clearer it will beyou do not need this the way that everything about me always ends up beingactually about something elsepuzzle pieces not quite compatible, but still stu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1866214/ oh how good it is to feelthat rush of blood in all my veinsthe painthrobbing, pulsating through my templesall the way insideit is my beating heart, you seeall that once was feared"like my insides are on fire"is now a reminder of my beating heartand the airoh the air in my lungstoo much intoo much ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1819615/ its the rights and wrongs of lifeyou know?its in the way the wind blows you know?i think im better on my ownyou know?or maybe, youre better when i am on my ownbut listen, this will not take longthis cannot take longto say goodbyeits the blacks and whites of life, you know? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1819610/ just for a momentbefore the walls collapsedi could see it allthe hapnd the hapiness and the lightthe laughter and the air in my lungsright before i choked before it got so brighti coukdnt see anything at alland then i think the lights went out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1810281/ Swing sets and bright eyes and happinessAnd promises of innocence And I thought maybe I could go backTo believing in everythingAnd not believing in so much Green grass and smiling green eyes And the sound oflaughter that rollsLike wheels on a yellow bike with a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1805672/ okaywe can go tomorrow and Iand I will be happyand I will smileand I will pretenedthat today wasnt realwe can go tomorrow to look at the seaand I will be full of things that are brightand I will sometimes corner of your eyewonderwonder whytoday is realas much as yesterday was http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1803278/ great big worldgray big worldmy fingers are bleeding with paper cuts from trying to read youi'm losing who i think i amthe mess is piling upno matter how you look at ityou'd think i've got my head on my shoulders butit feels like im standind under aguillonitethe executioner is maskedbut i know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1793763/ Lie to metell me it's Fineeveryone gets Down sometimestell me you loved me morewhat did you expectI'm never happy in Maythe sun is mocking mewith all the happy peopleIrresponsibleor depressedmakes little difference to me or youplease don't come backI can't be happy for youyou exist somewhere elsedon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1786760/ I want to make something beautifulout of this messwhen summer comesit's not as exciting as springjust warmerbut it's longer and then it's cold againwe are not seasonsyou will not some backeverything dies in the autumnthe perfect time for closureand buying stationaryI will go backI didn't want t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1786380/ You know where all the buttons areI don't know why I showed youyou never press them down on purposeBukowski didn't feel a burning needto write about trash menbut that never stopped himI'm way less talentedor originalfar more shallowwith my constant thoughtsof youswitching places in my headan awkward.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1786377/ Maybe emotions are like a mirrorso now you get to Hurt methe way I hurt you last year.Maybe I'm selfishEgocentricbut either you were very good at pretendingor I'm hurting moreMaybe I don't know howto move onand now it's too lateMaybe this is cheesybut this is how I feelMaybe I feel too muchbut I'm s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1786376/ I need to talk to youI don't know who you are yet, thoughThis puts us in a tricky situationI promise you'll get a call when I figure it outOf course, if I knew who you were, Or how this would end  Or how  not to worryI wouldn't be hearing the birds sing at four AMI would be sound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1785979/ I'm missing out on everything that's goodand yet, there's so Much leftI don't want the truthit scares mewhich is probably why I spare it from Everyone elseand why the don't know meI want to be HonestI might try How would you Feel if I told youI don't Think you'd like thatThey say the truth is a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1785973/ I'm sorry I didn't go to your birthday partyI didn't know you cared about me enough to still be madI want someone to punch meto hit all that's wrong out of meto make everything Stopall the Noise and all the peoplemelt awayeverything there isWhenever it gets too late to betalking in cliches&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1785963/ Enough to make it hurtbut Not enough to killEnough to form a scarToo soon to tell if it'll ever healEnough to make me bleed andscreambut Not enough to disappear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1785958/ I have this habitTo breakAnd to break things, in the processPerhaps 'reflex' is a better word for itMaybe even 'impulse'Like the other day When I dropped my favourite mugBy accident, of courseBut I could swearThese things only happensWhen I'm at my worstOut of controlAs if when everything is br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1747835/ I'm no goodAnd I'm not trying to get betterBut thanks for loving me anywayIf you still doWords are hard sometimesAnd people are hard to understandStill I don't get you fullyYet you feel like home more than any other placeI wish nothing ever changedAnd every change was for the betterBut one day you w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1746533/ Driving past a theme parkI could swear thers is nothing i want moreThan to be on a rollercoasterBut the moment passes And my mind changesAs the scenery doesDriving past the beachI would like it very muchTo sit thereAnd sip something cold I reach my destinationIt has been a long journeyA lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1745859/ I don't know how to write about heartbreakor unrequited loveWithout sounding cheesyBut don't know how to write about anything else lately.You see, my room is messyWith old clothesEmpty cups of teaAnd books I've read, books I'm reading,books I'll maybe, someday, readNo, I am not smart or condescendin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1745793/ You are one of my many regretsWhen you wanted to I didn'tAnd when i wanted to I think you didn't anymoreWe missed each other's trainsAnd soYou are one of my many regretsAnd sometimesBefore I fall asleepLike after a long journey I feel like I'm still on the trainAnd sometimesAfter I fall asleepY.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1743896/ obviously i wasnt in the best mood when i wrote this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1742276/ Have you ever been highLIkeOn purposeNot just that after surgery morphine shitHave you ever taken something you shouldn't have just to stop feelingAnd have you ever been so sadBut for no reason at all'Have you ever stared at a blank walland had suddenly felt a warm stream down your cheekHave yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1741629/ Maybe sadness is poeticAnd maube people look at what came out of your sadnessand call it artMaybe they're amazed,saying that you're brilliantAnd maybe they sympathize,because they're sad tooand they're heartbroken, just like youButThis amazement is but a positive reinforcement to a black holeCongrat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1741317/ i had this really strange idea one night when i dropped something under my bed, bended down to pick it up, and suddenly fealt really vulnerable http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1741170/ And she said "Even if yes, no"And I said I don't knowBecause more than anything, I don't understandhow people can say the world is ever grayIf we stick to their analogy I guess my world is polaryzedIt's black, or it's whiteWhich why I'm always scared to askWhich is why I know I made this mess for my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1741162/ i wrote this after talkng to my friend about anxiety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1741160/ There's plenty of fish in the seaBut I'm no good at fishingYou used to say you love her so muchBut now i don't knowAnd maybe you still doYou certainly won't tell me if it were true anymoreBecause now we're being torn apartby the same cirumstances that brought us togetherThere's plenty of fish in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mayathepsychic1/1741155/