http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ashmal The original writings of author Ash en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043702 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To the person whom I'll never send this to.You have been a part of my life for what it seems like forever, although I'm too young to truly comprehend the concept of forever. You taught me that without words so much can be said. What the eyes convey, is impossible to be translated into mere words. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1858202/ I won't shed a tearThis ain't goodbyeI am not who I once wasI will surviveI use to let myself cryI wasn't the one to hideI use to say how I feltNow it doesn't make senseWhy to the world should I showhow deep my scars goI prefer for them not to knowwho am I now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1851045/ Memories don't take you far.They're torture.Because, they tear you apart.Because he's gone.And those moments are a bitter reminder,of how happy i once was.Why me?Why do i have to go through this agony?Why are we so helpless against time?Why is it needed?To test, how much longer i can survive?Without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1851043/ Is it worth it?To long for something,so much, so badly.That it becomes painful?the sun rises and setsbut the dream remainsunchanged.A painful realization,that it will forever stay the same.You've worked so hardYou've worked so longyou feel as if you're so closebut you know you're so farA dream it is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1851042/ I've forgotten what it feels like.to smile, to be happy, to be free.To dance with joy, to laugh while I sing.I've forgotten to be me.I've gotten used to fake smiling,Feels like I've been doing it forever.I like that no one can know,That It's fake. That who I am is fake.I'd be weak if I chose to be h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1851039/ “The weathers quite lovely today. Thunder roaring in the skyas rain falls endlessly on the dying grass in the backyard. It’s been craymoving in to this house, the whole place took almost 2 weeks to clean. Afterthe backyards been cleaned up, the place would look more…complete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1849815/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1849814/ And through my words I bleed... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848405/ I could see the world, and yet for so long I was so blind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848404/ A memoir in third person http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848132/ This poem is a sestina, in which the last words of the first 6 stanzas are repeated in a restricted pattern. In my case, I had chosen my six words randomly, drawn out of a collection of many words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848101/ They say distance only makes the heart grow fonder. In my case, one grew further than the miles in between. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848091/ This poem is a sestina, in which the last words of the first 6 stanzas are repeated in a restricted pattern. In my case, I had chosen my six words randomly, drawn out of a collection of many words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848080/ Nothing is worth the lives lost in brutal wars http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848075/ Isolated, your vulnerability emerges. Your guard down, as in tears i drown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848073/ Sudden Oh so surprising The glare of the broken wristwatchA sole reminder of loveThe only love I had ever known.Dwarfs running around the front lawn,Lovingly their progenitors, Observed from behind the glass. Their universe, such perfection was alluring.Sudden Oh so surprising.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848031/ Often the painful moments, are only a beginning of brighter days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashmal/1848028/