http://slow.writerscafe.org/nastynastia The original writings of author Nastia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776014268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I sitand hear that voice tell me that I am not allowed to be here. To look at her.To crave her. To need her. Where she is destined to be, I cannot go. Herdestiny is to waste her life in the hope that better days will come, that shewill find a way out of the hell that is her life and her mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1667369/ Something. Anything. Everything. It is all so important. For her life to move on. For her to breath again, she needs something. Anything. Everything. She needs a breath of life. She needs to see her life from above because from this surface it looks lost. Simply lost. Confused. Broken even. She cann.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1666627/ Its not what it seems. It never is, it it? It is never what we think, what we believe, never even what we fear. this is life. a walk to remember, sometimes a walk we want to forget forever. the pain, the fear, the beauty of it, its all mixed in. All together. All meshed in. Can you tell what you fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1666625/ The world passes me by. No one can see me, no one can hearme, no one can understand me. I am alone in this cruel world. Curled up in acorner, afraid to go outside, afraid to look into their eyes…Why am I this way? How can they judge me for how I feel? I did not ask to be this way,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1213327/ I fall into the arms of hell. The pain envelopes me like anold friend. The pain is so great it becomes my pleasure. It takes me away to aworld unknown. I am pulled back to the world I know, I look around it is sodark, I cannot see what is before me. I am on the floor, that I know.My head f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1210402/ They left me here. For all to see, for all to hear. Myburden is for others to carry. They left me here. To look for a better lifethey went, to search for a piece of themselves that they could not find in me.To them I am but a piece of baggage to heavy for theirshoulders. They left me here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1210401/ We fight and fight because we have no place to go, noone to see but the reflections of the evil we created.Love is beauty, love is pain. But has anyone seen that love is evil. It makes me cry out in despair. Grovel at its glorious feet, begging and pleading for you to stay, just for the nigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1077905/ Love is a chemical produced in the brain, a chemical so strong it can knock you off your feet and bring you back up again.But when a heart breaks, you feel it bleed, you feel it tear. For a moment you go blind, deaf, you lose you. All you are left with are thoughts of despair, of hurt and fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1077904/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1077902/ I look down at them from the overhead closet that is never opened. My lovers, my friends, my long lost companions. Once they held me, once they cried and confided into my warm fuzzy body. Speaking words they knew i couldnt hear excpecting no answer only the warmth of my cushy body.All that has passe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1014704/ She lies down there her life all riddled with dispear. For every moment that passes a new dread fills her lungs. Her eyes stay open to avoid the images that her life has become. 'No, no, please dont', is what she screamed every time he came down the stairs but all that is left of her scream is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1014703/ I sit crunched up in a ball. The pain so excrutiating that I can't breath. They say it will pass. They say I am a disgrace for not embracing my fate. They say this is how I become a woman. This is how I release my urges. But what are these urges they speak of? How will this pain make me a woman.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/1014702/ The shadows fall across the room. shimmering in the glaring candle light. Each representing all that i own, all that i can call my own. meek shadows are all that surround me. Meek shadows and among them my own shadow.A shadow that stands on its own that i now see is no longer my own. Taking in every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/960922/ A dream i hold so close. Hoping. Praying that once it will be more than just a silly dream.I hold a candle out to guide the path. The path the dream should take to be what i need it to be. A path full of sorrow. Full of twists, full of thorns it can not forsee. Is this a dream or a path to real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/820617/ The water drips down from the beautiful trees. Drip, drip, drip. That’s all I see and all I hear. My mind is shallow, so shallow that the beauty I forsake. Because I cannot stand to see the beauty I don’t have. I cannot stand to see the beauty that will never be mine. I forsake you and I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/820613/ Just for a night, just for a night, all he wants to be is aknight. A knight in shining armor, for you all he wants to be is a knight. Underthe night sky he walks. Lost in his own little thoughts. Saving you is all hewants. All he needs to feel alive. So he begs the moon to shine her brightli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/820607/ Beneath the stary sky i lie. To myself and to it. Willing it to trust what i say. To believe what i mean. So i lie, to its beauty i lie. For it to take me away. To take me into the beautiful scene that it is so i can forget my sin. I lie. To its forceful sincerity, i lie. Willing myself to believe w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/813136/ Through my veins yourlove passes. Through my blood your love rushes. Bringing me up from the personI was to the person I could be. Oh what a shame it is that I am not who youthink, who you want me to be. Oh what a shame that all I can bring you is pain.Why can’t you see that we cannot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/810034/ We are skin to skin.Heart to heart. I feel your heart beat harder and harder with my every touch. Ifeel the warmth of your eyes penetrate my being. Through you I see the beautyof life, the beauty that has never been available to me. Through you I see whatlife can be. But in your eyes I see m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/806559/ With every wakingmoment I fear what is real. What lives and breathes. I yearn a life which hasno boundaries, no hurt, no pain. I feel my being fall through the cracks. Outof my hands and into the abyss. I hear it scream my name in pain. Hoping,willing me to catch it and make it feel sane aga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/806558/ What a fire burns inside. Taking a toll on the wonderfulride. Releasing a passion that is so strong, heating the world that seems socold. What a life I chose to live, following no one, hearing nothing. Walking withmy head up high, looking for the star that will guide my way to where I oncebe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/727869/ Tell me bright light, is it you that I fear? Is it you thatbreaks me down? Or is it my fear of life that takes a toll on me? Is it my fearof the world that drives me away from you? Tell me, oh bright light, what doesthe future hold for me? Does my fear consume me? Or do I consume it? Tell me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/727855/ Show me the heart that i once knew. Show me the feelings you once had. Tell me i didnt imagine it all. Tell me it wasnt a dream. Convince my heart that its real. Convince my mind of its deal. What did i do with my love? Did i break its wings? Or did it forget how to fly? I seem so lost in my heart, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/727186/ With the words of a rose i speak to you. So beautiful the petals yet so thorny the stem. Do my words phase you, i ask. Wanting to know whether I still mean a thing to you. Does your heart bleed when the thorns cut it or do the thorns crumble at the meaningless exterior? Does your soul light up with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/727175/ Somewhere beneath the shinning star, lies a soul so hurt and broken. Reaching out to the star that seems so far away but it shines so close. Oh how wonderful the life he envisions above seems. How hard it is knowing no ladder can reach such heights. With every breeze that passes, every leaf that fli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/726494/ She could see her life pass in a cloud. A cloud so beautiful. She wanted to jump to it. Feel its softnes. Have its comfort. Oh what a beauty it was. But why, why was her life moving with it. Why could she see her love, her heart and soul within it? Why did this beautiful coud feel with tears. So sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/724894/ ‘walk away’ she said to him. she felt her heart turn to ice with each time she repeated it. The cold reaching out its claws and shriveling up any human part she had left. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t cry she just stared.He looked at her, his mind thoughtless. He couldn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/717471/ She watches him leave. A tear in her eye. Remembering. Longin. For the times she had him close, close to her heart, close to her mind. She touched her skin and felt his touch. She closed her eyes and he was there. There with her. She heard the cold breeze telling her that he was gone and it was over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/717467/ His mind was not alive but neither was he. Nothing existed for him beyond his hurt,  his pain, his grief. What was he but a shadow of the life the Lord had given him. He had nothing. He knew nothing. This was his ultimate fate. To fall to a world that he doubted, to cry at the gates oh a hell h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/717464/ I want to run in the rain, through the pleasure and the pain. To feel what is real. I look at the sky and want to fly. To soar so high and have time go by. I look around, and hear the sound, of a heart beating so proud. .I see the nature, oh what a feature, the only future w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/717458/ The pain, the pleasure, feels all too same. The warmth, the cold, feel all to right.The heart, the soul feel all to tight.Her heart expands to let in the light.Her soul fights the terrible night.Oh what to do with this beautiful fright.Running is not a choice she can make.But staying is not a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/717456/ The sky screams to me. Telling me that it is my time. My time to run, my time to shout. Yes, my time. I look deep within and see a person I do not recognise. I shadow of a person I never was, a reflection of who I never will be. My legs paralised by the weight of a soul. My wings cut by th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/717454/ Oh what evil lurks inside.Waiting to divide.Wanting the world to abide.This evil is one of a kind.Leaving noone behind.Feeding us its sweet caress.Embracing our undying stress.Making us obsess.Oh what a cradle it is, to a mind so alone.Tearing a heart with its tone.Leaving a soul in a zone.What evil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/717453/ We look for something that isnt there.Trying to find a life that we can bare.Feeding our souls with hate, waiting to hibernate.What is this cruel fate.To live, to die, all in one embrace.Looking in the mirror just to see no face.Walking, running, all in one pace.What do do with this world, so cruel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/717451/ A burning heart ready  to fall. A searing brain waiting needing a call. The beautiful soul burning with a brilliant flame. Knowing there is noone to tame. Searching for internal fame. `All these things seem all too same. Walking this world in vain. Watching ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nastynastia/717446/