http://slow.writerscafe.org/cirqueFREAK333 The original writings of author Kaden Elias Sylvers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057397 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 we are all flesh and bloodfragilemutatingchangeableI stand at the edge of the waterlook out at a rocky oceanthe sky merges with themurky water and thewaves crash and fallthe day and nightintersect and become onewhat do we do with this skinas it falls from our faces?what bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/703808/ I know that it is not truewhat I seebut mirrors lieI am trapped underneath theirtwisted hallways, shattering bonesshattering mypicture of myselfemo boy with black bangsdistorted by these ugly tumorshanging from my chestI know that mirrors lie when -  I am trapped underne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/681484/ A story about being yourself. Very poetic, I'd say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/680147/ “You’re not gonna turn Goth on us now?” I heard the voice of Tacey.  God, I want to cringe at her blond hair.  The thick coat of make-up clocked all over her face.  The curves of her hips " fattyfattyfatty " girlgirlgirl " it makes me want to puke.  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/671119/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/671113/ I'll be cliche for the dayso you can pathologize meall you wantbut no matter what you sayinside I'll remain myselfyou think your words ring truebut I'll be playing a game'cause this is who I amand I sure as hell don'tbelong in some s****y DSMVwhatever the hell that issee I even.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/670936/ LOL XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/670109/ Are you a boi or a grrlwell I don't think you careunder the dark of the nightshut up cuz I'm not a dykeI'm skinny like a boybut I want to look like a manAre you one of those peepswho say call me hir pleaseBut I don't really careabout these labels you try onYou're some b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/670020/  It tastes like death.  I’m banging on the doors but there’s no way out.  My skin is crawling, itching, and the worst part is I know exactly why, and I can’t do anything about it.               &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669858/ I wrote this when I was in HIGH SCHOOL. rereading it I can see even more....I wrote this in 10th grade, really? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669854/ short and sweet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669853/ another classic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669848/ The one poem I had from when I was in love with my brother....YAY INCEST! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669847/ omg I wrote this when I thought I was a "straight" "girl".....O.o. I'm a completely different person now...LITERALLY. lmao. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669846/ Another poem from my cutting days On my old site I wrote this for the description: "because this is just a way of life" ooookay... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669843/ classic, I can't get rid of this one XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669842/ HOW many cutting poems did I write, exactly? O.o http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669840/ About mutual incest, of course. The ever loved twincest. ;p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669838/ There's no such thing as too many vampire stories! I wrote this a long time ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669837/ Oh, hell okay at the time I wrote it this poem was about cutting but it could easily be about anything someone is repressing/supressing cause they're scared of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669835/ About that destroyed place somewhere on the way to Texas... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669834/ Probably more beautiful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669833/ Another poem I wrote during my cutting days... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669831/ I wrote this shitz a long time ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669828/ Just a strange little poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669827/ About self injury. I don't cut, I used to though, I wrote this when I was a cutter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669826/ nothing is leftI try to openmy eyes and see what isn'tthere butthere is a dark black cage cloakingmy eyes, mysoul, myheart, everythingthat is slowlyturning off androtting, I can feel the cork screw twistingmy insides, shredding mybones and macking my heartand what willhappen to thelittle black piece.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669825/ standing herealone and waitingcold soft, musclesangry undernearththe dim moonight andthe slow fade of the glistening moon as silver raindrops falland sweat slidesdown my silhouette as I run, hard muscles aching throughout the storm,where am I and what does this mean, this n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669824/ Do I exist? Or am I just fragments of dust scattered here and there? Everything that will never happen flickers and fades, you electrify me, and then it vanishes, it grows. but am I a burning warehouse as it rains, I am the ashes that flicker with the rain, fizzle and fade, the ashes you touch becau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669823/ I am standing as I falland no one will catch me, I walk silently out the doorholding on to small moments, a glimmer of hope when I look in your eyesI am standing as I falland I will stay standing, I am strong,but I will fall too, for I already have, as the moon howls this demonic roar, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669822/ They say, you’re just a girl,they see you walking out there,protein bar in hand, and they say you’re just a girl, another wannabee, why can’t youjust be yourself, why you always wanting to besomeone else? They don’t see, Buzz cut, spiky hair, girl you&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669820/ The only one.THE ONLY ONE.I scream it, scream into the night,and I can’t stop thinking about you, now why can’t I, this is history repeating itself, shouldn’t it be easier to learn how to forgetthe second time around? Yeah I thought my brother was the one,h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669818/ I don’t even know youI know everything about youI want to spend every day with youYou don’t even know meI want to let you into my worldWill you let me into your worldIntroduce me to your friendsShow me your worldMy heart is racingMy eyes are hopeful There’s no c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669817/ But what is it, that I fear,my cold reflection in the windowsill looks frightenlylike her, like someone she couldlike, but what is it, this fear, in my eyes, in my heart, shaking my world, in everythingI do, it’s coming down to this, how much would I risk to be with her, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669814/ Punching at his face through the computer screenand the world crumbles beneath my feet, I'm punching at dustNo one is there and words won't be saidIt's silently eating meand the world crumbles beneath my feat, I'm punching at dustI'll just sit here and dissolve, sit here and pretend, sit here and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669813/ So Bizarre “Hello fellow horseman of the apocalypse!” he called, a sort of cynical maniacal glee in his eyes.  The darkness of many years being a chaos-bound dysfunctional family neatly combed away, a sort of crazy caffeine high pumped in Xiro’s pale flesh. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669811/ Authors Note: No characters are based on real people.  Yes, I train martial arts, but I randomly chose one of the four martial arts I train and selected it for the story.Also: TRIGGERING! I mention self injury, if you aren't safe DON'T READ.   Sort of A Little Bit Almost Sligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669810/ The best possible thing you can do with your life is be as strange as you can possibly be, all the while doing whatever you feel like doing, whenever you feel like doing, and nothing anyone says will matter. and nothing is embarassing if you're confident. And to be weird is a way of life. And that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669808/ Invisibility is a mask I crave sometimesI peal it away to be nakedNaked in front of other naked peopleRaw, exposed, dirtysecrets colliding at the speed of lightI take walks after midnightin the boiling cityin the presence of the howling windwhispering every opressed citizen'ssecretsPoison ski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669807/ Sometime's I'd rather stay in a dark roomin the shadows where I can't see myselfand no one can see me Sometimes I'd rather hidebut sometimes I want to come out to playSometimes four wallsclose around mebut sometimes I want tofind a way to be me Sometimes I hate my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669806/ We are always changingto the pulse of new lifethe dark rain fallingin these tremoring timesredefiningreforminga whole new worldlies buried underneathmask upon maskpealing the layers, cinging the skin,we are always changing,pulsing, breathing, hearts dark and beating,reformi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cirqueFREAK333/669805/