http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pascxw The original writings of author AiH en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051835 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She always wore her mothers wedding band on her middle finger on her right hand. They arnt sure why they always keep it on the right hand, although it was once worn on her left thumb before it founds its home on the proper hand. On her left wrist she wore a black braided bracelet with a silver .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2850262/ Its so loud in hear... cant we go somehwere elsenowhynotbecausebecause whybecause i said so and because i dont want to leave and we always leave when you want to leave so were staying because i want to stayfinefinei hate youi hate you tooyour rotten now, rotten to the core. might as well have stayed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2848125/ Trigger warning/ depression and mentions of death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2843677/ crescent moonlike the night sky decided to smilecrescent moonmidnight blueyour opening crowna swimming indigomidnight blueShooting starmy final wishlost to the heavensshooting star Foolish lovewrapped in kissessoft touches on my skinFoolish love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2840987/ sarahs doctor gives her permission to go out to a birthday party http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2840981/ Amaya's hand touched the frost-bitten stones with her fingertips, barely registering its icy surface. She was memorized by the ice the pointed outwards over the stones; like tiny daggers threatening anyone who dares to touch them. In that moment she heard no voices, knew no names, she barely even ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2840472/ The knots in my hairmatch the knots in my mindtwisted up intangibly Not even rice wateror play pretendcan get all my knots outin time  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2839990/ A sip of rose teawith melted raw honeyto rinse the taste ofiron from my mouth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2839989/ I am Understated You are under wrapswith too many  fears of futureand too lost inside the pastI'm frozenin fearI've Lost all control my mind is a monstermy bodyis dulla figment of thoughta misguided shadowliving in a darkened sea-flies among the gallowsI trytoo hardI letthem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2839076/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2836683/ My relationship with my body has never been... a easy journey.  in fact I think its probably better to compare my relationship to my body as that as a snake, or a turbulent plane; shedding my skin into a more evolved version of me, banging my head against the window and ceiling only to come res.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2836682/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2836681/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2836680/ A falling branchA    m  e  l  t  e  d   ball of snow 2 deaths at the same timeeach 1 I cry for http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2836678/ I think it's getting bad againand not because I didn't shower todayor yesterdaybut because I wanted to, but it was too much workI think its getting bad againand not because I woke up crying or fell asleep that way last nightbut because every sob threatened to break into smaller and smaller piec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2835699/ trigger warning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2835567/ Amaya sat elevated amongst her thrown of plush animals to watch the shadows from their fuzzy bodies dance on her wall. The new lamp that her parents bought her had a blue light and projected the shadows of various mythological creatures onto the ceiling as it spun around. Her pudgy fist clutched ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2835456/ The dew is clinging to your lashes from the chill in the misty air. Together we sigh on the cold wooden bench and our breathing mingles together to form a cirrus cloud.I try so hard not to stare too long at your perfect features fear the isolating motion of my pupils will not reflect the truth I&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2834929/ Patchy sits outside the hospital , still clutching Sarah's stuffed clown that she swears looks just like him. His eyes are rimmed red and blood shot, his make up runny from crying and his smile turned more into a scowl. He collapsed on the pavement by the emergency room doors and sobbed, holdin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2834337/ nt. Hospital - dayThe buzz of fluorescent lights mingles with the energy of children in the room. Cafeteria style tables fill a crowded auditorium covered in balloons and streamers. Carnival style booths made of card board and pop corn stations line the edge of the room leading to an open door with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2834336/ A sliver of hope on the horizonlike a rising sun after a starless nightcatapulted into existence without consentwithout warningLife doesn't wait while you stand stillthe chill of winter creeps into your fleshgoose bumps and chapped lipstime passes things dieA wanderer of forgotten pleasure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2834180/ Amaya drifted alseep while on the boat. the waves rocking her gently into dreams of lumiescent creatures, fire, and the most beautiufl music she has ever heard. It sounded like a sympony of the finest intrusments and its sounds  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2833820/ The ground began to quake. the earth seemed to part between Amaya's feet and behind her she felt the energy of the spirits on the island feel her body. She was electrified and fierce. Sand fell in between the cracks of the openings in the ground, and Amaya looks down into the darkness. colorful ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2833466/ Int. Hospital - dayThe buzz of fluorescent lights mingles with the energy of children in the room. Cafeteria style tables fill a crowded auditorium covered in balloons and streamers. Carnival style booths made of card board and pop corn stations line the edge of the room leading to an open door with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2833353/ To see the sun rise in your eyeslike stealing breath from flowers exhaling them into the mouth of the earth my serenity found in your skinHow lovelythe looks you give mesofter than the autumn breezemore holy than the churchUntainted and unburdened by the fears of the futureknowing eac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2833263/ The room smelled of cigars and whiskey. The fragrant air swirled around Jerome's nostrils as he inhaled, bouncing his rough, dirt stained fingers in the air to the music playing through the stereo. He took a deep swig of whiskey and sucked in his teeth at the burn.  "You know Christopher, it's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2833247/ It was suddenly still. Warm. The sounds of crashing waves and skulking birds drifted through the sticky air and the oceans salty foam against Amaya's skin finally brought her back to consciousness. She sat up with jolt after blinky away the impact of the storm the night before. Ouch. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2831965/ The wild caw of birds outside my windowa small spider crawling up his fine silk webto gaze at me from his spot on my light bulbAutumnA collection of comings and goingsendings and beginningsa cycle I am most familiar withLife and DeathThe sweet, brushing kiss of timestroking my cheek as she passeslif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2830857/ "Though lost in time through pain and bloodthe people of the past are not forgottenand their stories are carried by the waves of the sea" Amaya watched as a storm began to brew in the sky. Dark clouds merging and drifting apart again creating shadows across her fathers cluttered yard. A  wooden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2830191/ A young women following the footsteps of her adventurer father sets out in search of a mysterious island that is said to hold the secrets of her ancestors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2830190/ Its as if I'm dreamingevery moment that I am awakeblanketed by a growing sensethat I am a mere spectator witnessing the story I tell from too far awayToday felt differentaa final shift in the tree barkas autumn spirits emerged from their homes the nooks and crannies of all that comes alive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2828109/ a little work poem i snuck in while i was supposed to be checking reservations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2826605/ i want to be in your armson a beach or a forestwith nothing but the sound of you heart beat in my earsi want to feel your kisses on my neckand how they make my skin flush warmer then the sun above usi thought love was simpletraveling along each and every road with ease and blissbut life came li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2825706/ i feel less alone than beforemy own reflection keeping me company on days you are not herei used to be afraid of being aloneafraid of own eyesmy own voicemy own mindi used to sit in agony while my blood boiled away any sanity leftbut now i flow down the river of my veins and when your readyill take .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2825704/ You have my heart in pieces some for me and some for you because the love i have inside my chest is not just there for you I love myself enough alonebut with you I feel completedlike pieces that i share with you were the pieces i always needed maybe instead they were ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2121095/ I just want to be enough for you enough to keep you herebut i'm scared because you're beautiful and nothing beautiful stays Even the most beautiful paintings fade awaythe acrylic details chipped away by the punishment of time but it was beautiful once...wasn't it?am i to you as y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2121094/ Fighting against myself As I wipe the blood from my knuckles And the tears from my eyes I wonder why Sitting on the train Feeling my insides being torn apart Wondering why this happens Thinking why do I have to fight I’m so f*****g tired Tired of the struggle Tired of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2114294/ I’m not waiting anymore For anyone Because no one knows me like I do I’m the only one who knows How to love me The only one who truly knows How I think And I’m at peace with knowing No one else’s will be my savior Knowing no one else will wipe away my tear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2114291/ How can you sit there So still And quiet ?How can you look at me with eyes like thatTouch me with hands like that Kiss me with lips like that How can you love me with so much action And so little words Your an artist and I know artists love through there art But I am art .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2114290/ How can you be?How can you be everything I wrote about?I remember sitting in my room Quiet and still andMy heart would feel drawn to someone I couldn’t seeSomeone I did not know So tell meHow can you be everything I ever wanted? Perfection doesn’t exist But yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2114288/ In a world of sunshine and daisiesMy mind isn’t always bright My vision is sometimes blurred by the harshness of the light I have to go inside my cave Be shielded from the sun But just because I’m hiding now Doesn’t mean I’m on the run Some days I just need qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2113911/ I never thought I’d be here again Exposed again Vulnerable againWeak again But somewhere along the road I found my walls breaking More And more And more And now I’m exposed for youMy heart truly open to be destroyed by you My love is truly open to be rejected by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2113910/ Why do I have this hole inside my heart Like black caves underground it’s flooded with toxic waterI’m tired of wishing for something Beautiful to be found there Like gem stones are buried under the layers off grimy rock Who am I kidding ?I know the emptiness is nothing but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2113909/ I try so hard to free you from yourself inflicted chains but I can’t free someone whose intoxicated with the fallI want to save you from that clawing, ripping beast inside your soul that infects you with sadness I kiss away his nasty words and try to sooth his angry cuts but it’s not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2108055/ Trust my feelings?Why don’t you say you love me with words? Every time you look at me and smile I bite my tongue...Because how many times can I look foolish? Pouring myself to you, Telling you I love you...Only to be requited with a smile. I’m confused because your actions and your eyes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2101018/ You don’t love me the same You couldn’t How could you ?Your you and I’m me Your you -Standing so tall and strong Creating worlds with paint and movement Softening hard hearts with your voiceMaking knees weak with your touch And I’m me -Full of ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2100486/ you sit in front of mebut even though I can see myself in the reflection of your glassesthese 300 miles are feltwith each word we share I'm so afraid to be loved that I deny its possibilityyou kiss my forehead and hold my hands yet I sit here across from youafraid to sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2100183/ It’s scary to think I love you It’s scary to think Of you It’s scary to think To think To think To think It’s scary to think I love you It’s more than a crush now A passing phase A quick infatuation I love you I love you I love you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2097889/ Nose pressed to glassI search for signsThe wind speaks all kinds of truthbut trapped behind this glassi can't hear it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2096910/ it's been 20 minutessince we last spoke20 minutes since I've seen your name illuminate my screenlike a lottery prizemy stomach explodes with butterfliesall flying in different directions who would have thought a year agoI'd be sitting herein a big city on a red, leather.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pascxw/2096909/