http://slow.writerscafe.org/NicoleLaszlo09 The original writings of author Nicole Laszlo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123318 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was tired of my sight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880719/ First poem. I was 15-16. Still, be as harsh or as kind as you see fit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880710/ There are those I've heard sayThat they've never feared of anythingAnd they've never feared for anythingI held my tongue at their words For if they spoke the truth(The audacious truth!)Then these poor souls Bore the horrid weight of cowardiceIn the deepest reaches of their hearts Cowa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880709/ Straight forward poem. Older one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880708/ They told meThat I wouldn't remember todayThey laughed and saidAs we grow old our memories fall deadDefiantly I arguedDefiantly I stoodThey acted like it was fineTo forget lifeAs a child I mockedI would not let time fall deadHow dare they?Who laughs at a failing memory?Who forgets the days they spen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880533/ Ghosts- take the form of shadowsWhere the ceiling meets the wallSilent-Though I still hear their callI turn the lights offSo if they're merely shadows Then they may subsideIt's when they don't That I know for sureIt's ghosts that resideWhere the ceiling meets the wall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880512/ I write on the wallsAs I wander these empty hallsWhite wordsTinted with isolationWhite words Written as I walkWords I can't say when I talkSo I write them on the wallsAs I wander these empty hallsI walk on the ceiling Trying to lose my feelingUseless footstepsTaken in vainUseless footsteps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880507/ Plead silence with mePlead silenceAs we walk about aimlesslyPlead guiltyHave no fealty!Speak without wordsSpeak without a voiceIt is your only true choiceAnd in that, not a choice at allPlead silenceOr forever hold your peacePlead silenceOr never speak again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880506/ The skinWas peeled from his faceOr, more likely tornJudging from the frayed skinThat surrounded his now red neckHis eyes were closedHis brow, if you can call it thatWas furrowed-But it didn't seem to be from painAggitation, perhaps?Then eyesMultiple pairs of eyes!They began to protrude from his face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880503/ Through stained glassPeeked a dying orange sunDimly helping to lightThis desolate churchIts beauty told in a simple way Row by row of dark, hard-wood pewsCut into thirdsBy a crimson rugDecorated in a silver trim This carpet extendedFrom the doors-To the stone altarAnd on each side of each .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880501/ “Here’s all the tears that we’ve lost-It’s where we’ve buried them.”We stood, the two of us-On a bluff, looking downDown at the countless gravesRock tombstonesIn the form of simple slabsAlmost shiningFrom the sun’s powerful light I looked at herAnd took.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880500/ We're always staringAt the bottom of the cloudsI didn't use to mind-In fact I was rather contentWith mapping out the earthThe woods and their twisted treesThe plains and their vast expansesAnd how they reach The mountains and their tunnelsThe mountains-I decided to fly and see the cloudsEndlessly fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880499/ I remember�"I remember this cage-AndI remember�"How this cage-How it held paper cranesWhite paper cranesThat tirelessly foughtHow they sought a way outFerventlySo much soThat they often dented their fragile exteriorAnd tore their own wingsSome of them became warped This .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880496/ Through the trees the wind sighsMy feet grow numb as I try to runBut still I rise up -Up to grey skies of autumn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880400/ Chapter 2                                  Ifelt my opponents ribs bend against the top of my foot.  In the same seco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880391/ “What’s on the Ceiling?”She asked me innocentlyOnly my memories-I wanted to tell herCan’t you see them?I wanted to ask herBut I couldn’t-I couldn’t speakI could only smileSo I shook my headAnd let her stay as she wasAs my memories played outGhosts- unaccounted for http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880379/ I rememberWhen I lost my memoriesI rememberWhen my worldBecame twisted and deformedWhen the birds stopped flyingAnd had to learn how to swimI rememberHow very strange they had looked I rememberHow I foughtThe monsters that followed meThe bloody demons-And when they leftWhen I had them running f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880377/ Time flies-When you're fallingBut not likeWhen you're in loveBecause when that happens-Everything falls with youAnd it's amazing and brilliant--And beautiful--And beautiful Or so I've heard When you're falling-Falling like thisNothing falls with youThere is no dive into brilliance Thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880375/ Let me downEasyFalling new from the sky-Like rainGentlyLet me downSaying goodbye-Like the sunLike lightingBut let me down quicklyLike a knifeCaught in a lieLet me down swiftlyTo be warmed by my graveSevering our tieLet me downBut please let you-- Let you never die http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880374/ How fleeting--This lively nightHow tired--Comes morning lightProdigal-Enter the sun!Modest-Exit the mercurial moonThe sky singsIt's voice brilliant and blueThe stars sing too-Sing themselves to sleepAnd as the world restsSoaked in heatI wait for the return Of flee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880365/ There was a cabinThat once, was always litEach roomEach crackEach creviceIlluminatedFor in each roomIn each crackAnd in each creviceLight was placedSimply to illuminateThat-One-SpotNow, this cabinWas surrounded by woodsThat never saw lightThat never saw the sun-Always engulfed in darknessSave for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880363/ I woke upAbruptly one nightAnd found myself shiveringA fine sweat lining my templesMy breath was labored and shakyI traced the room slowlyNoting how the shadows seemed to permeateFrom each possible intersticeAfter a moment, something caught my eyeOr- someoneTo this day I couldn't tell you whichIt em.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880361/ I heard them-Screaming from the outposts          "Why did I die?"Crying from the outposts          "Why did I die?" Strident shrieks Tinged strangely with ignominy          "Why did I die?"Ignominy that I couldn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880360/ So what did you learn-While you were carrying the world? What was it like-To see the sunSeparate itself from the sky?And when did you notice-That the two had parted?Or-Did you marvel and watchAs the sky unfolded? And did the moon-EnticeOr bore youAs it followed in its loyal circle? An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880359/ It was dark at daybreakA time When those who walked in silenceNever woke the dead- I thought you ought to knowFor it was dark at day breakBut we knew day had comeFor dew found itselfResting in the grassBut when it rainedEverything felt like morning--A welcome lieAnd still they say(Those who wal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880358/  As a kid, I alwayswondered-Why all the bugsFlew towards alight that killed them-It killed themevery timeIt's not like itkilled them once in a whileIt never failed!Every bug that hititDiedSo why? Big and smallThey all flewtowards itSome were hesitantOthers- didn'tthink twiceB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880044/ There were five bodies found-Down at town square that dayFive bodies foundYet not a single soundAs snow fell to the streets In beautiful white sheetsPeople passed these bodies byBut no one noticed-So no one mournedAnd no one cried Day by dayThe bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880042/ If walls could talkIt's a saying in whichI hear far too oftenIf walls could talk-Oh the stories they'd tell-If walls could talk?But they can't While it's true That walls have eyesWalls have earsAnd noses and mouths-Walls have faces Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880040/ Lights stretch along these tired streetsIlluminating some of its lost buildingsBut these streets are busyAnd the lights are scattered to and fro-People roam familiar pathsThe feeling different to each oneBut to the lights- And only to the lights-It was all the same;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880039/   Part 1 Darkness canreside in light--                    Chapter 1 &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880035/ A different take on guardian angels http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleLaszlo09/1880033/