http://slow.writerscafe.org/Azadiel The original writings of author A'Zead en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049721 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The tired eyes of the dead never stop looking. Through exhaustion they check both ways before crossing roads that lead to somewhere, but they're roads they don't directly take. The tired eyes of the dead belong to vessels that are just barely aware of what they're doing. They don't understand the me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azadiel/2158458/ Just ramblings of a tired mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azadiel/2115466/ When I watch guys play basketball, I get a twinge of envy. Just a bit. Its not that I dislike them for having their masculinity. Its just extreme jealousy. I think about what it would be like to be able to just walk about without a shirt. What it would be like to not have jiggly things bouncing arou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azadiel/1988748/ I apologize if the definitions are slightly off, I am just trying to restate a point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azadiel/1977860/ I hate mirrors.I despise them.I can hear the jeers in the reflection.I can feel the mental rejection coming from the cruel projection.The eyes staring into mine can't be mine.They're dark and lie and show signs of the eternal crimes I commit by lying and saying I'm fine when I'm not fine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azadiel/1966080/ Sabazian Sortani, a 15 year old boy with a dream of being a guitarist and lead singer, finds himself center of attention to new student Maya Angela after she hears him singing in the library... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azadiel/1930389/ Step by step you walk down the path of my sentences, unknowingly entering the housing of my mind that I call my hellish home.You pay no attention to my stepping stone letters that are words of dark fears and emotions. Your eyes just want to make it to the end of the path.You pass through my sadl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azadiel/1929697/ A poem about a broken hearted boy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azadiel/1929690/