http://slow.writerscafe.org/JN358 The original writings of author Joey Nizz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776140867 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 People or some people always like to say:"Everything happens for a reason".But I think that that's just some crazy bullshit,Was there a reason why the love of my life died in 2020 with an known illness that got to her into her and the doctors still cant figure out why?I didn't think so. I told you i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2867842/ My mom once said, out of all of her  children, I was the easiest baby.I was thinking what she meant was I was the one that rarely cried or threw baby like tantrums, and was just sound asleep.Which I guess was a good thing for her?As the Fifth of 7, she had a lot to deal with before she could ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2867836/ Today on November 1st marks to be my birthday and as I opened my eyes hoping for a brighter day, instead looked at the broken landscape that was demolishing slowly as it shatters like a shattered of wax, I could barley open my eyes from being so dehydrated and even more hungry, as I walked Into this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2867832/ Social media misuse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2843152/ A wondering soul that lived most of the events of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2813946/ I heard her whisper in my ear in the dark night while i was pretending to sleep. I had a feeling and kind of knew that something wasn't right when she'd softly says how sorry she was and how bad she felt. I was confused and wondering what was she sorry about? that thought just kept on haunting my br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2803922/ A story of the demise of Suchada http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2800236/ She wakes up and stares at the well and says: * sigh * here we go again, I hope I will receive good news today.she left and went to her weekly doctors appointment for her illness which was Sickle Cell Anemia, after the check up and the imaging that the doctor and the nurses have done for her, she ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2782215/ First time writing this kind of writing, give me your thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2153760/ These are not just words, these are not things to say, these are but peices of suffering, pain and also the knowledge that addresses the disintegrated peices of my heart and soul. Here, I will convet the emotion of a young woman who enetred a heart a man who gave her the world and always taking care.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2152310/ On a cold breezy morning, she decided to go outside to her yard and cover the flowers she has planted outside from the rain that may come. As she was doing it, she found a cocoon of a emerald swallowtail, which was rare to see.One day the cocoon started opening a little, she just stood there and wat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2149667/ Peace isn't as clearThe world we live in is very confused, very disorderedSo much negativityTherefore all spiritBeliefs shal come togetherTo merge and createPeace on earthUnderstanding one anotherCan achieve the the very harmonyMan different culturessocietiesSoulsSending a bright.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2149450/ They were two young girls, in their mid twenties. These girls occupied the same room in a hospital. One girl was allowed to sit up in her bed or walk around the room each morning to help the circulation of her blood flow in her lungs. Her bed was next to the room's only window. The other girl h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2149442/ I remember when my world collapsed in.To slit me from my soul apart.For years and years after that day.I never thought myself as a whole.My days by their hours, nay by their seconds were all spent with trying.To patch it all up with stapler pins, tape and glue.Until the day I discovered.Here we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2145220/ Watching the propeller thrusting through the waves beneath the cloudsWatching every raindrop flickering black and whiteRemembering you from back at the lands groundRight there, with disturion cloaking your mindI'm didn't even partioly apologizeI should apologize for nowThat I was'nt even aroundSomet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2141977/ I was lost and absentYou were the only one who was fearful and afraidBut no one gave a damn or even gave you an ear to listenBecause simply, no one really caredWhen I woke, it was nothing but a dreamWhat I felt and saw was nothing but a nightmare that's what it seemedWhen I'm gone, what am I leaving.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2137867/ Now in your life, how many times did you have to postpone something or keep something on hold? whether if its an idea or an action just because you wanted to focus on something else? that may or may not be as important.How many things that are personal to you have been pushed aside for something els.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2123410/ There are some things that one can never forget.Things like the faces of people who have done you wrong, so wrong it ripped you apart, these things are the things that were meant for you, to break you.No matter what, no matter what you do, its unforgivable, you just cannot forget about what has happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2121041/ This is Simon, a 3 year old kid who his parents divorced each other over a text, his dad was in the military and was shipped to Afghanistan, and Simon barely knew him. A year has passed and his mom got a new boyfriend, it was good for her but not for little Simon, his moms boyfriend hated Simon&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2120590/ Say it and tell me, in forlorn figures & numbers,Life is nothing but an empty shell of a dream,For the soul that is lifeless that sleeps deep and slumbers,Things are not how its seen,Life is real! life is true and sincere!,And the grave down below its not its goal,It was not spoken of the souls,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2119279/ When September comes stepping o'er the death of August,With bronze colored leaves coloring diamond on her chest,And dancing peafowl cheering her day,And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,I always see the night when we met,The first September purified in tender rain,And ambled back home through th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2118854/ Torn between family and true love.Finally, I have found her, I have found the love of my life for the first time and this time I know that shes the one.We first met on my annual leave from work at a restaurant in the city and we've been good ever since.I am 32, my wife is 38 and we have be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2118579/ In your years of school life, you have a few or a lot of friends. Some stay for more than 10 years and others for shorter than a winter season. You always think that you'll be friends for a life time... until you all drift apart sooner or later.I've had friends who were twins for 15 years that I tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2118563/ This story of this love that was prohibited tells an unfortunate yet tragic tale, a man who meets a woman slightly older than him. They are absolutely right for each other but also completely wrong for each other as well.Zahir, comes from a powerful Muslim family, who have taken part of arrange.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2115416/ hero, whats a hero? your day to day"hero" gene is found in anyone or everyone's DNA, everywhere.Its not something that someone has constantly no, its just waiting for it to come out, waiting for the right moment for it to be turned on. its just an expression really, to have the courage to stand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2115261/ Life, as we know it will live on with usEveryday has only just startedThe world will perish all on its ownThe weak will descend belowTime will be in our placeWe return it back to zeroThe calm before the stormThe calm before the coldThe deserted long and lonely roadLook for the light t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2115108/ I really didn't have mental issues or even been diagnosed by one, was your day to day average Joe till it happened, September 15 2009 when a car accident happen and I was the victim.Everything was okay and I was living my normal days doing what I did everyday, was living your normal life, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2107591/ Everyone is like a drop, one single drop in the rainalthough none are the sameBut people, society lay on us that dreadful embrace of self-doubt, insecurity and uncertaintyForcing us in someone else's shoesDriving us to act like someone we are notAlthoughthey teach usThey teach us that if you ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2105544/ The end of life, DeathIs the thing that takes away someone's or anything's lifeHow can it be so cruel? so unkind?Its the thing that kills the things we love or the ones we lovedeath is very old, ancient if you must sayButIt can bring peace to those who are exhausted, drained, sick and oldI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2105509/ The struggles, the challenges and the most difficult hard times offer us more value and personal experiences than any other time in life.No one can ever grow up without struggle no matter how it is to them. You cant get any stronger or wiser without resistance. Think about your time in your life tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2100224/ Why is it that sometimes we don't and never believe in ourselves?When things get tough and the road gets rocky or the waves come crashing in we start doubting ourselvesThese thoughts will force their way into our minds and start thinking, oh no we will never ever make itLetting our imagina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2100216/ I really hope that you will be one of the readers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2098580/ The night is still not as dark but the nightmares already started to come, why?Reality is what my dreams appear to be.But.My reality is not a dream to be dreamt.My dreams are daunting, frightful.A horrific reality from the nightmares.The night lurks and creeps.The fog, awakened from its sleep.You wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2098290/ My grandfather grew up in a little town by the sea in 1922he was 13 when he was growing up in a little town called MuharaqHe worked day and night til' he was able to buy some respect and build a storeLet me now tell you a story in a form of a poem that is designed like a dreamI don't know why I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2074164/ Here I lay, forlorn and left to decayWith a blink of an eye so many day and nights go byMaking it easier to see the wrongs but making harder to find the rightsI really have believed in you, but your presence with time made me see right through your hallow liesI don't think ill ever make it long.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2067420/ Just imagine it, imagine that life is a play which you play certain acts on stage. Your identity, friends and family, health and financial status and spirits and etc..and your keeping all of these on stage.In the near future, you will understand that work is a tool such as a ball, if you let it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2060459/ I'm stepping with my demonsI'm dangling by its endDark roaring mist darkens into a fog surrounding meback and forth circling meHead bursting of illusions and delusionsWanna shake from this dream and arise awake right nowThey keep telling me its alrightbut I wanna be forgiven on this nightA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2059962/ Everything is so convolutedEvery day is like a trial so full of impedimentsThat gives the impression of beyond the bounds of possibility (the impossible)Throw the rope at me, for now, I'm sinking but will I make it?People say that I'm a star but I still think to the tops I'll never make itHere am th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2047862/ Infuse your very life with self-actualizationDon't wait for it to happen, because it will never come your wayMake it happenReshape you present and Make your own futureMake your own hopes and dreamsMake your own love And whatever your religion and beliefs are, honor your creator And not by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2037674/ The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrowDo good by any means necessary!If you do good deeds, people will blame and accuse you of being selfish with ulterior motivesDo good by any means necessary!People, without doubt, need help but will attack you if you lend them a handHelp them by any mean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2037673/ Grant yourself to smile and laughAnd once you do share your laughterGrant yourself to set goalsAnd once you do reward yourself as you move forwardGrant yourself to lend a helping handAnd once you do, a hand will reach out to youGrant yourself to be calm and relaxedAnd once you do you will find new i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2037666/ You can't change the worldBut you can introduce the world with one improved and a much better personYourself!Yeah, I said it, believe it or not, it's only you that the world should see itselfYou can go to work on yourself to make yourselfInto the type of character and individual you hold high in reg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2037660/ It is not really much on WHERE you thrive and liveAs WHY, and WHERE, and WHEN you liveThose very answers are in assentOr unfavorable and negativeThe question isAre you fit to thrive and live?It's not really so much on WHERE you thrive and liveAs HOW you live it, and whether if it's satisfyingStreams.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2037652/ I'm really exhausted and weary of what you want me to becomeFeeling so introspected, disoriented right beneath the exteriorI don't really know what are you predicting from me, of me?Always under the difficulties and hardship of walking into you're footstepsEach of the steps and decision that I make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2031921/ I sought for happiness and joy in peace and harmony, and rest to calm and give comfort to my exhausted and fatigue mindAffected mentally and stressed by such a heavy load, rest I just had to findMy endurance could hold no more, my limits had been metI needed time to stand aside, sweet time to just f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2027276/ If only, if you only knew the reasonFor the unexpected immediate change in seasonFor the predicament and inconvenience that was causedAnd the very life you have made on pauseSlowing and hesitating this life in such a mannerMade it difficult to detect and recognize a brand new dayBurning this day in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2027264/ Life is but a reflection from a mirrorLooking right back at usEverything we do each day, each hour, each minute with their secondsShould lead us to excite and impressAnd sometimes when we demand itTo view life different wayWe have that mirror to help usChange our view gently but slowlyEveryone's eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2025982/ It's never easy to say sorry or to apologizeIt's never easy when all hope has departedEven soKeep on going, it's very wise to do soIt's never easy to affirm that you're amissTo swallow humiliations and insults and to face a sneer or a smirkIt's never easy to croon and sing high and rowdy and drawn o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2025961/ Our soul's voice's from within are illustrated by our dreamsTrue feelings that are being connected to our hearts and cerebellumDreams are the voice, that needs to be heardNot like anything  but a picture in black and whiteIt may seem blurry to see the details to some eyesBut another sees a diff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2025189/ My story and its chapters are not any different from any othersThe foundations are alikeI've had ups and downs like any other who had itI've had things that I loved disappear or taken I've made mistakes just like anyone else wouldAnd from these mistakes, I've learned many thingsIn life, there a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JN358/2024025/