http://slow.writerscafe.org/Laurensum The original writings of author Ghoul en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972848 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Deep down I know I'm not easy to love. My mind spins faster than I can comprehend, my mouth can't convey what I really mean. I look too deep into words, emotions and actions. But I also know I'm a good person and that is slowly killing me. From the crack of dawn I'm dressed professionally, attending.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2963599/ I see her in the back of my mind, all the time,Too far beyond the lineHer silhouette sparkling yet ghastly,Her dress fluttering under the moonlit glow.She never hears me, my pleas for forgiveness,Life moves too fast but her feet are too slowWhen did I cross the line? When did she fall down?Crimson r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2943606/ I follow the path illuminated by your beautytoes sinking into the dirt, grass tickling my anklesthe forest beams with your radiant glowFreezing moon, I really need to knowdoes my fate end here? or do I follow?spikes of ice decorate my lungsdead trees grace my ears as their low melodies are sunga bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2902327/ Excuse the chaotic lines as though I'm not entirely sure either. The last few months I've come to the realisation that I don't know where I'm going. It seems as though the human race is programmed to perform the same task over and over again. Right until we rest in a wooden box! How insane is t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2896344/ When the sun sets behind the horizon, it can be hard to feel present. To feel as though you're still in the room and not drifting away. Anxiety and paranoia is hard to untangle yourself from. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2893331/ How long until your melodies of forgiveness becomes just a memory?The begging for one more dance, one final step.How long until your ghost refuses to haunt me any longer?How unfair that something real is out of touchAll this time has passed but when the blue lights flick on, my soul recoils.I'm haun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2882189/ We lack so much. Nothing is here anymore. No tunes nor melodies to bring orderly peace. An empty wasteland where the trees have died and the vultures have fallen from above. Much like the doves within your heart. The ground below cracks beneath your dirty feet, the surface so delicate like a po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2872390/ Do you ever miss it?The shattering echo of destruction?Do you ever wish to walk the same path that drove you to your breaking point?It was addicting...wasn't it?Sometimes I miss it, the late night spirals then the morning text for forgiveness.Mr.smiley misses it too, I know they still think about it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2865744/ I know it's been a whilelife has been a whirlwind and never presents me time to express my soulyet I've returnedI breathe new airI see colours differentlybut deep down, the world is still the sameThe same shade of darkness still lurks around the cornerwaiting for me to trip, waiting for me to fall d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2848445/ Eternally yours, a slave I roamthe misty breath from your dying lungs ignites my skythe forbidden touch off your calloused fingers sink into my skinforever branding me with your sinsYour darkened love spreads quicker than ink painting me black, drowning in a sea of darknessyour tainted wings, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2145839/ The sun hears my voicebut the moon knows my secrets.The light from the skies orb illuminates my skinand released the spirits within my lungs.Grass below engulfs my bodyas I shed my skin to the one below.The earths crystals absorb the moons energydriven back into my body, I come alivem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2118155/ The earths surface is made from glass and tonight I'm falling down upon the cracksSkidding to a stop, my throat runs dry as the blood running through my veins freezes overIce glazing over my skin, his touch of velvet melts the protect layer awayEyes of honey and lips the shade of destruction tares i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2100086/ Life out side, I can't find my pathMy mind enticed by the love for the depths the wavesMy fingers cradle the key to promise land, so tempted to unlock the doorI need a place to hide, outside of these walls are where the fears sleepMy skin and bones crushed to dust, the keys of my pianos are smashedI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2095531/ I want to change him but not hurt him.So enticed to the taste of the alter reality served by a pill he forgets the world he stands on. Sober is only a word, a word I so wished he would drive into his skin and become but seems to be an illusion for the both of us. Trapped in a war of pills .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2092379/ There will be days were the sky seems untouchable, 300 miles up from the ground, 300 miles from your eyes.  The day where black ink crawls up your skin twirling around your delicate frame, sinking into the depths of your skin and reaching into your eyes.Beautiful tragedies carved into your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2091576/ Trauma had stained my skin and eyes as a child. Sudden sounds will make flinches ripple through my skin like bombs going off in my ears, the need to take cover over whelms my vessel to the point of breaking. Others around me walk along eggshells knowing sudden movements or sounds will tear me f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2090333/ Chapter 2 25th, February 1991"quit gawking at the boy and finish your dress" mother snapped smacking my fingers with her ruler. I sighed focusing my eyes on the silk pattern that had needles sticking out of it to keep it from moving on the measuring board. Young ladies were taught how to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2077100/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}p.p3 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px 'Helveti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2077094/ 21st, February 1911 an important day in the eyes of Lydia. First encounter of the raven haired boy when the Walkers joined her family.Accusations run widely through her household like snakes escaping. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2077083/ It feels like I'm in a camera and my view of the world is panning around in circlesWhich one of me is typing this? I'm not even sure my self at this point...its one of us in this jail ceil of a head.Theres too many of meCharlie, Alex, and Lilly need to die They can't stay here, theres too many .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2075836/ Arms fall down to the next slabUp against the wallYou must defend the choices at hand We need to runalong the sun, backs against the wallWe need to defend the choices at handUnderneath the nitesky we crypools of dread leak from our orbswhile the grips of diversion meltdripping from the cei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2074956/ Seems to be that I'm asking everyone these days if they're okay.What went so wrong in society that everyone is drooping with sadness and leaking with greed.Who do we really blame here? society or social media? do we blame our parents for focusing on a small screen rather than their crying child?&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2069251/ I am a writerA creator of words turned into symphonies of vainA soul seeping out from the wreckageBlack ink swirling around in the water eventually fading outLoose to my selfNights turning to daysDon't mourn for meWhile the piano plays Singed in the flamesMy bones call from the closethidden awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2065572/ Bang bang!Did you hear that?No possible way you couldn't haveShhh!Whisper like a mouse and tiptoe like a spiderWarmth surrounds your body, oh so warm and sickly.Thicker than water, sweeter than wineWhats wrong?Its dark here isn't it?Need help?That offer went along time ago I'm afraid.The darkness wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2064257/ Are humans so dependant on technology now that we can't stop and enjoy the presences of another?We lack the human connection society once had, the spark of humanity and replaced it with robotic electricity.Our eyes are made from wires and blue screen that we cannot see the veracity of filth the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2064252/ I have friends yet I feel utterly lonely.I could be sitting in a group of 10 mates and still feel lonely like no one is near me. Most of my mates have partners yet I have no one, no one to hold or hold me at night underneath the blankets listening to music.I have no one to watch the stars at ni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2063522/ Lord I want to you to bend down and touch the groundTake the darkened plans into your handsIn the soil is where I layyou'll find my soul therePress your palms into the dirtLift me up from the groundTake the soaked ink from my wingsbrush them cleanBury yourself under my skinwrite the words upon my ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2058140/ Coughing up moths, her arms are entangled by the cobwebs.Spiders crawl from her hair, eyes rolled back she lays in her box.Her body, a bag of rotting bones and forgotten skin holds nothing but memories.Above the dirt, a stone with nonsense for those alive.Her lover, warm in their room but tear track.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2055334/ I haven't written in a while. Life's a blur, I've literally seen my life flash before my eyes...before a car.When I don't write I don't feel alive, kinda just existing in the wind of life. I chug pills every day but I knew eventually even those would become too weak to stop my mind from explodi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2054398/ So lost in all thhe city lightsher eyes drowning in the orbs of coloursso entrancing, so addicting She feels so motionless, taken by the wind her wings spread out but don't flutter an inchas fragile as a butterfly she falls freely only to be caught within the cobwebs as her wings burn at b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2043001/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}Do you ever feel like we're just...floating?We never really stop and stand still, we constantly move forward with out thinking twice about it. My body weakly surges forward as my mind hangs bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2041039/ I've kinda just reached the point where I don't enjoy doing things any more.I used to be so passionate about music, my art, my writing and exploring the depths mine and people around me's minds but now I just don't.I lay here staring at a screen all day because moving to paint or play music is too t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2040483/ If god created man than why would he create me so tainted?How could I possibly say this with out shattering the soul of existence? Eyes on fire watch as the rhythm of their steps glide across the ground so faintlyDoes anyone's feet actually touch the ground? my feet are planted firmly but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2036990/ To sit here and possibly say that death comes uninvited, writhing and thriving in the mind of this vacant shell of a body would be nothing but an utter lie.    Waves rolling in, smothering the air ways where life would seep in and keep you afloat, above the water just enough so your f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2035660/ This world contains empty bottles of complete and utter nothingness or perhaps we're all just hour glasses waiting for the final grain of sand to slip throughhow long can one wait until the glass cracks under pressure, sand spills out like ink dropped on a white surfaceI've seen the endthe flas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2032413/ The melody driven through my bones cracks under pressureThe heat of existence boils the blood coiling in my veins  Pins of abuse prick at my skin puncturing the once pale moonlight like skinDots of red, red like the velvet blankets smothering my body spread throughout the surfaceCalling ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2026287/ Touched by an angel, my skin ran coldGod sounds like me but the devil looks like meMy knee's are bruised from praying to a silent lordA lord who doesn't answer to my begging, my praysI'm here to serve you my lord, answer to you, give you remorse my lordTemptation is hard when the devil is sweetThe d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2023811/ Sitting in the white room of the hospital watching my mother take deep breaths as she's faintly sleeping upon the hospital bed it really throws you into a whirl wind of thoughts. We weren't talking, she was sleeping as I watched her chest rise and fall lightly, the rain hitting the window as the gre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2022729/ Fingers fall through the gaps of his eyeswatching the lies behind the lidsDrowning in the regretsthe man falls down, to his knee's the plea's are defeaningsorrows borrowed into his skin, face crackedporcelain intentionsGod the saviour of man...saviour of deathour tiny bodies fall through the gaps of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2022334/ Hello againIt's been awhile since we've talked my friendI apologise for my absencesalthough you've been just as transparentHow do I say this with out shattering my mind?its impossible for my soul to bare the silenceYou've made my mind a void, utter darkness I lovethe darkness to soothe the soulWe da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2019961/ Sun shines down from the cloudslike a baby bird falling from the nestboth unexpected yet expectedscent of coffee, smoke and flowersroses scent dancing upon the airthe walls inclosing with yearning desirea butterflies touch upon the skina gaze of the waves rolling in within the eyesshe hums a melody .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2017991/ My heart was the keysher mind was the handsshe played the pianocreating taunting harmoniesAs each finger lands upon the cold surface of my keysthe strings were plucked beneath till my knee's gave outThe melody of deaththe harmony of love as memorising as the lasther fast hands showed the galaxy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2016469/ The devils on my backclaws embedded into my skinhis eyes seen through minemy skulls hollowed like a logmy skin is scarred from his claws crawling up"guilty" he whispersa raise of my arm, pointing to the girla drop of her bodyher walls have crumbledthe plovers scream for her morals the rain drow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2015746/ The figure takes shape of a girla girl whom should not speakher hands tangled within the sheetsher feet kicked out to the skyhair falling to the surface like a birds feathers retiringwarmth of blood through her veins simmer with coldnesshers eyes departure from the light of the worldto the cold void.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2015250/ Hum to the rainsing to the thunderSmile to the wordsGrin to the hateLike a plovers screamthe light of life will beamuntil...until....until.....Until what?Whats next?What comes after all of thisMore rainMore screams of the howling ploversA rip tide of criesa blanket of hands over the mouth of soundFo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2014783/ Skin the colour of AprilEyes the flavour of syrupLips the touch of velvetFlames engulf the house I stand inthe smoke strangles the oxygen within my lungsI won't runI stop my nails from scratching at the wooden boards to save my selfI've been here many times beforeupon the floor with no breathHands t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2014530/ Fool me once, shame of youFool we twice, shame on themFool me again...shame on meOur world has crackedmy trust is out of wackwho knew humans could be so greedyso ambitious for destruction so they destroy othersShould have seen it in their eyestheir eyes telling liesI hate youI hate youI H-A-T-E youY.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2013922/ I am wanting to be quietI am wanting to be my true selfYet during the past yearsI've been one of the loudest and craziest friends and daughterbut in reality I'm not loud, I hate loud peopleloudness scares me, makes me jumpI can't suddenly switch to my normal selfas though others would grow concernI'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2013555/ Camera's are such a beautiful piece of technologyAs I sit by the window of the library watching people my age skateboard, laugh with ones they care for.I can't help but want to take a picture of that scenery, to give them a piece of paper with that image printed on it, an image of them laughing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2011925/ Funny word right?P-U-R-P-O-S-EThis word literally gives anyone power who thinks about it. I think about it every single day and night as I lie awake in my bed, in the dark or at school while I'm tapping my pen aimlessly against the desk waiting for the second hand of the clock to pass each bold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurensum/2009495/