http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ksummera The original writings of author Ksummera en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776357248 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When the moon rises is it time tofeast? To indulge ourselves in the sweet and unsavory? Does the moon being highgive us permission to be what goes bump in the night and take another’s life? Willthe moon smile in the face of a howl? Does it shed a tear to the symphony ofgunshots? Will i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/2174952/ Through Oceans and through LakesThe waves upon the seaFlowing though the river boundsMaking its way towards meThe summer day blueThe pink kissed skyThe black inked night lolling byHere I am upon the tideWatching as the sea goes byLike glass the sailor cutsThe ripples fall in lineFrom dusk to dawn&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/2144933/ In and out. In and out. In and out.Breath, just breath. In and out. In and out. Rocking back yearning to sharesorrows. Pressed upon your shoulders is a weight so stupendous its unimaginableyou wonder how to get out. How to get away. You ask me- when -when. And then I’llwait, and then I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/2059023/ F**k, f**k, f**k. So far behind. No way to catch up. I’m nevergoing to succeed. Fail, fail, fail. All I can see. Going down, down, down. I don’tknow here to go. I tried so hard, yet I prevail with nothing, nothing, nothing.I beg of you �" you, you. Why, why, why. Why wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/2058781/ The pain I feel just lingers inside. Sometimes it recedesbut it always will come forth again. Like a tidal wave in the sea. Blue watercaressing the sun-kissed sand before retreating into it’s dark waves.  I want to know how to stop it �" how to makeit wash away. I can&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/2058289/ Her mind was strongbut slowly it weakened. Each jab, each smirk, like a blow to her head. She wouldsit there and wait. Criss-crossed on her beds her spine would curve. The girlwho was seen through her window always looking down. They wondered what she waslooking at, what held her eyes so ste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/2058287/ You'll try and try to reach out to grasp onto something -anything - to pull yourself out, yet all you can find is dry space. How did it all go so wrong? There wasn't any specific point in time, no left turn when you should have turned right. There was this road  road your driving along and the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/2058283/ Her name was Diane. She sat by awindow. Each day slowly rocking, creaking on the wooden floor. Her hair waspulled back, with misty blue eyes staring into an abyss. Her sisters would seeher before turning away. Each line perfectly etched on her leathered skin. Afrail gray wisp brushing across.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/2027626/ He never sees me. Looking past, waving to the object behind me, he never sees me. I'm silent, I don't talk. For if I do my voice will shake and my heart will race. I observe, I watch, and I wonder. Has he ever seen me? Am I shadow in the light or just another seat? Unnoticed day by day pleading that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/1964114/ Here it goes again. The feeling inside my chest that just refuses to go away. Rearing its ugly head again. It made me miss a fun time with "friends". But it's okay, they never really wanted me to go anyway. I slowly sink, bubbles escaping, reaching for the surface. My ankle is tied to a weight, noth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/1964063/ The world is cruel. Nobody's safe. When you sit inside a place you can find silence but never space. This world is tainted with terrible people who do horrible things. Things you don't want to see or even imagine. 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I must drowned out all thought or I will drown. Tick tock.It's closing in. Help. Help. I can't stop it. It's closing in.Sliced. Stabbed. Shot. I lay in my own blood. A boot come.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/1942443/ My mind trying to escape depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/1942440/ Second best. All I'll ever be. Never first in anyone's eyes. Not even in my own. I want a friendship yet all o can receive is the temp job. My friends only want me if nobody else is around. I try to push them away yet the less friends I have. Push them all away for never being wanting to be my fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/1942439/ Each chapter has a new story and a new emotion to display. Experiences we've all been through and all our thoughts written down to the last detail. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksummera/1942436/