http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lorenzo94 The original writings of author Lauren94 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986522 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A family home broken and divided,Emotions torn, souls feeling stranded,Parents resentment, shame and anger,You carry it around like an amour, Their problems became your own, you wish this was not assigned to you,You don't want to be known as another product of a broken home.You push away and pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo94/2074165/ When the madness creeps inIt begins to creep beneath your skin.You shiver and quiver, but you cannot shake it off.Disorientated and feeling lost.They'll be no sleep tonight; as you just turn and toss.You lay motionless staring at the ceiling; another familiar feeling.You wonder if one night the wall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo94/1893684/ At the end of February and spring is just around the corner. The months ahead will be filled with warmth and wonder.No longer will you hear and feel the fiery thunders; that pound down on you like a heavy weight. The birds will wake you with a song every morning and you'll gaze out your window to se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo94/1891150/ Don't need your medicationI'm not subscribed to your monthly subscriptionsOur minds are not your prisonsThese human beings are not your victims.Don't tell us how to bedon't tell us how to lookWe know ourselvesWe don't follow rules from your bookYou kept the truth hidden, You tried to impos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo94/1890525/ Count your blessings she said aloud and in that moment I felt Immensely proud, words which filled me with pride, ones I've always held inside. Because at the strangest, mildest times Individuals come about and make you feel alive. And the joy spreads right across your face and your eyes sparkle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo94/1890519/ Days before you came.There was nothing but rain days before you came.The wind would howl, just like my soul, endless pain, days before you came.The walls where damp and the mood was blue, and all I could do was dream about you,days before you came.I'd walk out to the streets without shoes on my feet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo94/1852794/ The Observer stands on the platform It's a dreary December morning. The winter wind seeps through his bones and the harder that he tries the more he fails to conform to a society that's always left him cold.The strangers to his left talk loudly about the latest news events, to his right are the uppe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo94/1835330/ The long summer evenings, when the sun is slowly leaving,The neighbour's dogs are barking, the ice cream trucks sounds are startling.And in the distance the children are screaming and the lonely poets look out their windows dreaming, believing in achieving.Summer's smell lingers through th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo94/1822595/ Cracks start to show ; Written on 23rd February 2015.We moved away that April day, we didn't know what would come our way. We packed our things we locked the doors, for the last time we said goodbye. Memories of the old place will always remain. A new journey ahead, that's what we all said.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorenzo94/1822589/