http://slow.writerscafe.org/hardluckbaby The original writings of author hardluckbaby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776344308 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Beautiful things, they are, starsToo bad they'd be gone by daylightFools wish upon them, fools like meFools who live in a world of fantasyThey never told us about red giants or white dwarfsAnd how twinkling is just a pretty wordFor all the dirt that lies betweenStars, you can watch them foreverBut t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/1166985/ I never believed in love at first sight. Or maybe I do, as far as dogs are concerned. But love as in damn-I-will-give-up-my-freedom-and-make-you-breakfast love? No.  Maybe you passed by her along your school's corridors. Maybe you sat beside him in your Literature class. Maybe she's your b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/1119874/ I wonder how my life would be when I finally get to have you. I bet it'd still be the same sans the shopping for myself. Maybe I'd be almost always broke, but at least not broken. With that, I apologize in advance if you have to pay for our movie date sometimes. I promise I'll repay you in kiss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/1119869/ "I really want this guy. We've known each other for like forever. I think it's gonna be magical if we end up together.""Bah. You're going to break up anyway.""You are so negative.""And you're so positive. S**t happens all the time, you know.""So do happy endings.""What's the point, it ends anyway."".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/1026768/ Some nights I sleep alone, and it doesn't matter. Tomorrow's a big day, and today has been tiring; it doesn't matter if I don't dream.Some nights I go out with friends, and time doesn't matter. Tomorrow's too far away, and tonight is all we have; it doesn't matter if I don't sleep.But some nights I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/1025123/ I guess, at this age, you already have gone through it. You're young. You fall in love. You involve yourself in romantic relationships. You don't really know if they're the kind that lasts forever. But at some points, you thought they would. But then, they don't. And so you have to pick yourself up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/1022334/ Disclaimer: All characters, events, whatsoever, are fictional. Blame my twisted mind for formulating thoughts and stories while I lay in bed.  I opened the curtains in my hotel window. The sun is shining at its finest, giving light to the tall buildings outside. This day couldn't be better.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/1008880/ Tonight is the night of promising temptations The dancefloor is full of sinnersAnd sinners dressed as saintsGroping their way in the darkBlinding themselves in colorful lights They have smoke in their eyesAnd beer in their bellies They drown in bitter elixirsThat give them the confide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/972680/ This is based on a dream of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/783961/ If you want me and me aloneIf you'd never leave me on my ownIf you'd be by my side whether I'm right or wrongBaby I wouldn't mind writing you a song. If you put me first and make me your lastIf you'd make me forget the hurt from my pastIf you'd stay without me having to say "please"Baby I would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/754453/ Love is just like a songPlay, pause and rewindIt may be short, it may be longIt could be hard to find.Play it to discoverTo hear the first timeSoon the track is overBut you liked the rhyme.Pause for a whileAnd do other things'Cause it wipes out your smileWith the emotion it brings.You Rewind to reca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/718299/ I see him on the streetsOf a busy worldEyeing every wedge and stilettoOf the smooth and even-tonedWho ignore his stares.He waits patientlyFor someone to pass by himSo he could taste a chanceTo show he was innocent,Helpless, but eager."Don't you touch me"Is what he getsFrom a woman who gets outOf the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714977/ It’s forty minutes past twelve.  By this time I could have been taking an afternoon nap on the couch, after being its potato from watching House.  But I’m here, sitting quite uncomfortably with a book on my hand, pen on my pocket, and sweat on my forehead despite the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714975/ It all started the moment you turned me onMy fingers were racing, I couldn't ctrlWe just clicked.But why did you just leave me hanging?It was you who wasn't respondingYou said your love just shut down.You said you couldn't function and you needed space,You needed an escape, a pause, a breakWell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714973/ Maybe, maybe not.  But I would like to make this question more complicated by adding another question: How do you know the best thing that will happen to you?It's impossible to find out at this time, I know.  That's why we always have to include the magic words: "SO FAR".Someone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714968/ In the dim lightWhere you barely see anythingThe movement of the curtainsIs your only hope.In the dim lightWhere everything's a blurThe softness of your pillowIs your only comfort.In the dim lightWhere no words are spokenThe ticking of the clockIs the greatest music.In the dim lightWhere I close my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714958/ for second chances http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714943/ trying to hold back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714938/ Aren't we all a little annoyed when the alarm goes off in the morning?  Most of us, if not all, will snooze it and get an extra 10-15 minutes of dear sleep.  Starting another routinary day isn't something we look forward to anyway. Yesterday, my friends and I were hanging out at a sma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714930/ The tsunami in Japan.  The wrecked building in New Zealand.  The protests in Libya.  The crisis in Saudi Arabia.  Could these be signs of the 2012 predictions coming to life?  And what would you do if you knew the world is ending?  Party hard, like what singer Jay Sean .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714925/ We break. We cry. We try to pick up the pieces. We somehow manage to mend. We stand up. And fall again. But we live.  We move forward. I guess that's how we should do it.  Keep moving forward.  No one knows where your feet could take you.Heck, mine t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714919/ This might be the most controversial post I will make. I want to make it clear that I don't hate men.  Just those who deserve to be hated. So as it would be obvious to you who is (are) reading this, I am not straight.  I am not ashamed of it.  But don't gross out on me yet. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714902/ the perfect first kiss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714896/ November 24th, 2009.  The night I allowed my knees to get weak. The sky was jet black, the wind was cold, but I was sweating as if I've jogged a hundred miles. I'm laying my cards on the table for everyone to see - you're the queen of my heart that's currently on my sleeve. I suddenly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714864/ in the process of moving on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714857/ waiting for the summer to end so i could be with you again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714845/ there are hundreds of ways and chances to connect you to the love of your life, but it just doesn't happen. written 2 days before i met mine. talk about serendipity :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714829/ You just happened.A little bit of luck, a little bit of fate.A little bit of common friends,A little bit of a date.Things just happen.For a reason, for a cause.Or the lack of it,Just because.Well I never knew I could love again.Love someone else, that isLove again with all my heart,Love again and ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardluckbaby/714828/