http://slow.writerscafe.org/edcd The original writings of author Dcael en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776035173 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Called to the devil, the devil said “hey” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/3106741/ An age I pined for and wished away my adolescence,But what for? The age I thought I’d be wed, Share my body and create another, Have four walls to call my own, A husband, four legs and first steps.Now I’m pining to go back, To my first words, my first pet, my first home.H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2955297/ What if we had met early? Before it was too late, Before I had promised my heart to another man.What if we had met at the perfect time? Everything slotting together, how we fantasise now? But it wouldn’t be right, Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. We know that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2862468/ Times like these,It’s beginning to sink in.Bound to the boy you approved,Because you’ll never validate another one.Frozen in time because I’m scared,You’ll never be around to support my decisions. The man I thought would walk me down the aisle,I miss you. It&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2827222/ Now you’re gone, I don’t know quite what to do.I try and move on, but that doesn’t quite feel right,I struggle to sleep but toss and turn.I know if you were here you’d tell me the cure, “How to fix a broken heart” you’d say,And I’d giggle, fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2825137/ I’m lost.It’s hard to explain.I don’t know what my “thing” is. I don’t have an idea of who I’ll grow to be. I don’t have an image in mind.I don’t have the slightest clue. I don’t know what my “where do you see yourself in ten .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2461023/ 2:16amI’m sat here wondering. Wondering how after all this time, it is your name that burns in my brain. How at this time, you are the only thing I can think about.I’ve been so good. You were gone. But I’m lonely and sad, and there you are. Like a puff of smoke, then gone. Eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2329873/ We were loud enough to be heard.To shout and scream.Rooftops would echo with our secrets.No longer ours.The world sharing our noise.White noise.Sounds of laughter and smiles.Fading. The sighs and the eye rolls.Tears falling.The sound of love ending.Heartbreaking. No wonder .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2313305/ A boy once asked me, “What are your five languages of love?”.Loosely based on a novel he had read.I thought. I didn’t have five languages of love, instead I had five pathways.First, speak to me. But in the way you would like to be spoken to. This sounds simple. It is. Speak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2169147/ How far could you go, if nothing dragged you down. If you didn’t sink like a lead balloon, every time you tried to float.If words, actions, people, didn’t get in the way. If life didn’t get in the way.Where would you end up? Where would you want to go? What would you see? Who w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2164258/ He looked at me deeply.“Where does your mind drift to?”He asked.Where hadn’t it been in those few short moments? I thought of his hands, how they were big. Bear like paws, for a gentle cub. His eyes, blue. More than the ocean, less than the sky. His words. Loud but always whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2164249/ So, it happened. I saw a photo of you and her. I must admit, I thought it would hurt more. I thought a small piece of my heart would break again. That I would ache a little. But it didn't and the ache never came and I am surprised.F**k, even delighted.I realised that, Im not missing out. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2163995/ Losing myself was an odd process. I felt myself slipping away slowly. Becoming distant without even noticing. And then I noticed. Instead of focusing on life, I focused on floating. Floating through life. And it was fun because I was numb. Nothing could hurt me. Nothing mattered.I was tired... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2161207/ The ironic thing is, when we first met we joked about a bomb and the bomb was me. We joked because I was damaged, because I was a little thing that could blow up. We joked about what would trigger me, detonate. The problem is, slowly my spark fizzled out. Which sounds good. It was good. I was no l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2159601/ What would you do if you only had days to live? Scrap that, hours to live. Who would you call, who would you talk to, what wild ambitions would you ignite and then extinguish. How spontaneous would you be? See, I wouldn't do the typical things, or limit myself to a bucket list. Why plan, when y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2157490/ Don’t be selfish. If you do not love the way they smile, or the way they look when they are deeply intrigued. The way their eyebrows almost weave together, with a look of curiosity on their face.If you do not love the troughs and peaks, the tears at 2am. The look of joy when they see or fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2157048/ A new year,New people.A new perspective on life.Out with the old,In with the new. But new isn’t as comforting as you may think.Sometimes it means,Leaving everything behind.Regardless of feelings,People,Old things.Old things hold comfort.Scared of the unknown,Scared to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2156798/ Why are people so scared of growing old?Of grey hairs sprouting and wrinkles forming.When we are young, the whole world is at our feet.We worry about our grandparents, our parents.The thought that one day they will leave us.But we never think that one day, we will be them. That we’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2150170/ The night has always been the best time to write.There’s always been something comforting, yet troubling about the dark. Like a late night, deep thought, expose all secrets, chat with old friends. Yet you’re on your own.Thoughts turn into feelings and emptiness and sleepy thoughts th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2150064/ If it’s meant to be, it will be.You can’t force it. But what if that’s the only way it will be? Sometimes fate isn’t a pre written path. Maybe fate is what a person makes it. Our actions change what is predetermined. What if, without a human push, the world would crumbl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2150057/ You never think it will happen to you, until suddenly it does.Bad attracts good, vice versa to. You can wrap yourself in cotton wool. Pretend you’re big and scary.But if fate has different plans, It’s unavoidable.You never think there will be a day,Where you’re voice .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2146672/ It’s finally that time.To say goodbye indefinitely. The problem is, you kept me in a trap. For months, you made me feel vulnerable and wrong. I was never the girl to long for moments passed. Then suddenly I was that girl. I would wait and wait. Think about how things went wrong. How we r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2145972/ I like quiet. I like the simplicity.I like quiet people, quiet things and just pure silence.The thing is though, it’s never really that simple. You can never tell if quiet people are dancing in a daydream.Or fighting inner thoughts.Thinking of a way out.Thinking of a way to break.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2142870/ You can’t keep hating yourself, for trying to do what makes you happy. Even if it means hurting people. Even if it means clawing onto even the smallest of things. Because if people cared about hurting others, you wouldn’t be in this mess. So why give a f**k? Why suffer to make another ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2142865/ The thing is,Love will change you. I felt myself grasping onto every moment, every second and every ounce of thin air, just to end up in exactly the same place fate destined.Clinging on, didn’t change a thing. But it changed me.The thing is now,I will never settle for less.I will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2123907/ “She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2121237/ A person came into my life,And for the first time,In a long while,I felt like myself.But I felt like my new self.My new self sees things differently. I see things as they are,How they’ll break,And how they can hurt,But I enjoy them.If this person leaves,I will be a new se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2117827/ One day, I’ll wake up with a fresh pair of eyes. And the world won’t be scary anymore. I’ll embrace every opportunity that is thrown my way. And I’ll know that experiences are what make me grow, the good and the bad. I’ll get out of bed, and be happy that this is my lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2117825/ I think that,The most raw fight,We will ever be part of,Is the one within ourself.You can be at war,Violently,And win some days. But other days,On those days,You will never win. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2117418/ It’s 2am and I am drunk. And all I can think about is you and me. Every time I shut my f*****g eyes. You’re there. And I thought it would stop eventually. I don’t think about you when I’m sober. But every time a glass touches my lips. You’re there again like you never l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2117078/ 18 years,I have been alive.In these years,I have witnessed,Heartbreak,Pain, Anger.In these years,I’ve also,Felt all these things.But in another,18 years,I will conquer things,I never thought I could.So here’s to the passing of time,And great things in the fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2117020/ It wasn’t that I wanted him back,Because even if he said,Everything that I had ever wanted,It wouldn’t be enough. The fact is,I don’t want to be with him,Even on days where,I know his words,Or,His touch,Are the only ones to tame me.I didn’t want him back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2116926/ They say that it will heal,And that with it you’ll grow.That one day it won’t hurt,And you’ll wake up without a tear.But,They don’t tell you how long it will take,How many hours,Minutes,Seconds,Of heartbreak and unfiltered pain, It will take to heal. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2116221/ A pretty face,He said, Is easy to find,There are a sea of pretty faces,Waiting to be found,But looks fade,Wrinkles grow,And time takes over. A beautiful mind,He said,Pointing to the girl,Sat alone, Is one who is deep in thought,Who intrigues,And seduces through intelligen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2116219/ You,So I know I was awkward last night, just wasn’t expecting to see you. Finding it really hard at the moment because I never expected us to be like strangers again. You know I absolutely adore you. I wanted to say that, I had the best 8 months with you. You pulled me out of massive rut and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2113057/ You. The day finally came where the word ‘you’ had a meaning. Where the word ‘you’ wasn’t just a word anymore. Where the word ‘you’ provoked an image. A face. A person. A soul. You. Means Sunday mornings in bed. It means a never ending friendship. It means.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2098546/ you can’t be mad that he left. you can be mad that he told you he never would. but you can’t be mad that he left. you have to remember everything that he said wasn’t a lie. he didn’t break promises.in that moment.he made the promises or spun the lies. they were true. he rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/2098545/ He set a fire inside me,But did not stick around to tame the flames,And smoke.But that’s what you get,When you mix kindling,And heat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/1988404/ ''You asked me what you mean to me, my darling you are my poetry''-Nikita Gill http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/1947194/ The strokes that shape her were not delicate.They were not fluid.They were not meant to be.The strokes that shape her were not beautiful.They were not intricate.They were not careful.The strokes that shape her were filled with the pain only heartbreak can bring.They were sharp.They were powerful.She.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edcd/1946179/