http://slow.writerscafe.org/Liz. The original writings of author Liz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995157 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 never enough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1977024/ Today I amTiredbecause the 9 hours of sleep I got weren’t enoughto give me the motivation to start my daybecause when you areDepressedthe silence and the noise in your mindare one in the sameand you can’t turn it on or off because you are tooLazy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1847944/ I just can't bring myself to ask for help. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1720573/ This is a passage from something I began writing a few years ago. I just found it today and am curious to receive some feedback. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1720569/ Each morning sunrise gleams as a reminderthat some days are easier than others.And each nightfall moonshine is a gentle tap on my shoulderto look carefully around the corners.I do not know where safety is.Each thought I do form is presented as a question,about darknes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1414130/ Thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1410145/ Take a walk along the path of the green grown apple trees,and reach for the branches as you travel the bottomof the curve where her lips form a smile.She doesn’t remember what it’s like to take a bite fromthe Earth in which she wanders,but she’ll never for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1403494/ I want you to tell methat there is nothing more beautifulthan the changing of the seasons,or watching the stars fall from the sky.And I want you to tell methat we can’t have forever,but that each breath will make us infinite.And when my tears begin to freezeand you reach out to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1331645/ I’ll tiptoe through my memories and maybe I will finda moment or a minute, a picture or a time,when night’s chilled wind was kind.Whose thundering howl plucked me from my comfortto carry me through it’s sky.Maybe as I wander I’ll float above the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1331478/ Read with a rhythm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1306646/ I like to write. Correction - I love to write. But it’s most likely not in the same way that the average person enjoys to write. I am mesmerized by putting a pencil or a pen to paper and watching the letters form to words; the words form to sentences; the sentenc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1277641/ Simple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1276220/ I once destroyed the living using only my bare hands,and it has haunted me ever since that morningwhen I first poked my nose out from under the sheets.For never should I forget the footprints on the carpetor the sand between my teethor the blood underneath my fingernails.An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1275620/ I stripped myself of clothes and sandalsjust to take a walk in the rain,but quickly it turned to teardropsand I was drowning in quicksand.And I watched for the lightningto strike my home once moreas it followed the violent thunderof your whispering in my ear.And I was tickled by the wind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1268643/ I am a tornadoWhose thoughts will spiral,But with ease, somehow.You are a hurricaneWaiting for your daily dose;A remedy of destruction.What’s it like on the other side?You are not an angel,For I am no beauty,But together we paint a picture.And the clouds w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1255091/ I can’t help but wonder what lurks beyond these walls,Maybe a fairytale land, maybe a river;A river of blood.Where the peasants become the wealthyAnd the wealthy become the peasants,But they’ll all march to the guillotine.Dressed in the very finest, their Sund.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1249101/ I would remove the tombstone from the caveif I could. I would rise again if I knew where to go. I would use my strength to pour life into othersif I wasn’t so weak myself.I would put out the fire, submerge you in water,if I weren’t still steam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1245662/ We are who we are and desire to beIntelligent minds, blossoming entitiesWith powers to choose, the power to loseI can’t save you from your enemy’s doomBut I’ll give you strength to begin, anewWhile only asking a small favor of youA piece of instructi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1239732/ I have so many unfinished pieces. Bear with me as I attempt to sort through my thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1167281/ I'm not yet satisfied with this one. Alterations are sure to come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1144765/ The mix of rain and snow falls lightly, yet purposefully, onto the front of my windshield as I begin to wonder if this loneliness will ever cease. The feeling of emptiness, abandonment. My half torn fortune tells me that the greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything, but I don’t underst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1134560/ On one hand it all makes sense. On one hand life is laid out for me as plain as the placemats on my grandmothers table, but I don’t care about simplicity. I do not want to take the logical route. When you’re forced to choose between fantasy and reality, where are you supposed to go? Wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1125241/ I don't even know if I make sense anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./1079023/ Can’t anybody hear me? You can all hear my voice, it’s just a matter of choice, of opinion. Maybe you don’t want to listen. Maybe you’re scared. Good. Be afraid. I want you to experience fear. Fear is a necessity to growth, an aspect of strength. And I for one, I am scared ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./940324/ I’ve always known I was different. I’ve always known I was unlike the others. Even as I was fed the truth, warmed beneath a blanket of normalcy, I have always known. “...What if there was nothing? What would it look like?”I thought that maybe I was marked. Maybe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./895054/ A quick little verse that came to mind... and I thought "eh, why not post it?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./862219/ A cotton-like platform, to catch the falling sun,Return to the sky, my shining is not yet done.I cannot contain the excitement, of the emotions behind the rush.Whisper to me softly,  it may be nothing much.But a crescent moon, a total eclipse,This marvelous gift, upon natu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./828414/ For a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./807112/ I’m lost and I’m confusedHappy, but I’m abusedStanding stronger than the restWaiting patiently for the nextMaking memories built to dieHere I am, tell me why http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./788969/ The lonely after-life of a deceased human. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./709272/ Contorting into shapes unnamable,Extending limbs far and wide,Making a final entrance,The last time at center-stage,Brightly shining through darkened eyes,Embrace the moment, breathe it in.Sometimes when you love something,You’ve got to set it free... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./699016/ I can feel it in the airWhile I hear it in my mindAnd it's written on the walls;Staring directly into the mirrorFacing back stands a creatureUnknowingly searching to findA girl buried deep insideOne day, that's all I askTo somehow make the magic lastWon't you allow a smile to stayKeep it from always.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./695209/ Cautious to make my every move,Paranoid about every voice,Constantly looking over shoulders,Attempting to be rid of my enemies,Violently tearing away at my composure,How is it you think that’s okay?To manipulate the minds of others,As if that is the only way,But who deserve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./687443/ Floating weightlessly on a journey through time,Her body contorts over every peak, into every crevice,As silence beams louder than ever before,Pleading, begging, for someone to save her,Who is there to reach out a hand?But her words come out as nothing but whispers,So soft, almost si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./684181/ The bell sounds as a fire explodes,Sparks Fly, Ignite, DestroySmooth terminals become deranged,Plastics Melt, Liquefy, DissolveAdolescent voices louder and louder,Octaves Skipping, Dancing, ShriekingAdministrators seeking to restore order,Lines are Straight, Orderly, Composed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./683732/ Laying helpless on the hard prickly floor,Young mothers tend to their fragile child’s wounds,Moistness breathes into the fabric and cloths,And leave behind a deep shaded puddle,Silent weeping fills room after room,As I search for the source of all their pain,Closed wooden doors a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./681113/ Looking through the frosty window From behind an invisible painted maskDarkened eyes tighten and close At the thought of secrets nobody knows In the eyes of a young girl One who's felt the pain She learns not to trust anyone  Learns how to sustainSo alone in the world.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./678054/ Turned into something completely different than I expected... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liz./672740/