http://slow.writerscafe.org/KayT The original writings of author DarkStar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036252 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A blog post I wrote that I thought sounded a bit poetic and so I thought I would share it here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2151054/ This is probably a load of rubbish, but I had to get the feelings out somewhere. I'm sorry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2150042/ I'm always in pain. Always. It doesn't stop.But sometimes it does get worse. Sometimes it hits. And I can't breathe. But I can't complain, because I'm always in pain.I'm always in pain. Always. It doesn't stop.And sometimes it makes me cry. Sometimes it makes me shake, and seethe. But I can'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2149619/ The first thing worth anything I have written in far too long http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2118362/ I'd love to do nothing but write,Into the darkness of the night. Scribble words down so fast,Make an impression to last. But the world keeps turning,So I must start my earning. And I can't quite sell my soul,For the worlds reimagined gold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2071591/ Another point where I disagree,With pain and what it makes of me.The beauty of rain as it falls from the sky,Leaves me cold and wet for a long time. When it hits spikes a deep fear,For reasons not innately clearly.Like most of my life it's complicatedLove to rain, just love be-lated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2069542/ Based on the idea of having the key go someone's heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2067492/ I hate the question "Are you okay?", but "How are you?" is worse. To answer both positively, feels so much like I lie, I can't even tell you if I'm telling the truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2066926/ It's all so painfully simple, until you ask me to explain it, then it becomes complex beyond what I know how to say. And because before you asked, I understood it all so well, I'm bored of how I feel, believe me. But please try to remember, that I can't run away from how I feel like you can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2063890/ Part of me wants to skip far into the future. Through all the bull, to where life has finally worked it's self out, you know what I mean?Part of me wants to stay exactly where I am, out of fear of what tomorrow will bring, it's not that I particularly like where I am, just don't want where I go .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2061527/ I think a lot about emotions. I'm someone who believes that everything we feel, we feel for a reason. That doesn't make it easier to feel,Just makes me strong enough to bare it, because I know it's for some kind of reason. Lost in my thoughts, I think I've determined the strongest emotion... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2060967/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2059537/ I wish I had the strength to rip myself apart for you. But I have built myself in Ice. Moulded into someone I don't recognise and don't know how to change. Know this, Though it may not seem much, I started to thaw for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2059000/ You're on silent,But I still jump when my phone vibrates,Just in case. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2058439/ Sometimes I say things, in the heat of the moment, lost in the emotion. And when I look back on what I said, I can't remember if it was a lie. Like seeing something out of the corner of your eye. I honestly don't know if my words were truth all. Make sense?No. It doesn't to me either. Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2057604/ To dream of a world where I could hold you would never be a waste of a dream. But, I suppose, a dream is a waste of reality. And still, in knowing that, I hope to dream of you tonight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2057155/ Fridge love.Waiting for something that is never going to happen is like staring at an open fridge and waiting for it to make you dinner. Your longingly staring at the prospect of love, cold and tired. And if you wait long enough you... you realise you don't need the light to see the possibilitie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2056789/ Dreams are windows to desire. Openings to the possibilities imagined by the heart. And desires of this nature, though as alluring, and of unbountiful beauty, as the skies and stars themselves. Can often only be just that, a dream. And fools who believe them to be more. Will be broken countless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2056083/ Sometimes your success feels only like you're throwing failure in my face. But I'll smile all the same, and never let you see the most envious of my inner dreams. I'll remind myself, "Your life is not about me." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2056062/ There's some pieces I've read, not many but a few, that I wish I could forget, if only to be in the position of reading them for the first time. To experience that untainted joy, relation to emotion, all over again. And so, if you are the author of one of those pieces, I thank you, for reaching me i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2055556/ There's a reason they call love electricity. And it's not just for the fact that it powers the world, through the hearts of the nation's.It binds to one another, in ways that with out, simply do not exist.And segregates us from others, who do not know, who cannot feel it.It leaves you burned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2055538/ I met you once,Only the lines of the web.You stuck like glue,Until one day you said."I must go,Though I don't want to, Because; my dear,I will never be enough for you." And though you were not wrong,How I really wished I could argue.Because I knew very quickly,I was infatuated .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2054273/ RegressionI have a small obsession,With the topic of regression. How years of who you are, Can be lost if pushed to far. To define who you are by age,Seems foolproof when written on page. But like lots of life it fails in reality,The question of humanity. Does age itself exist .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2053021/ Put emotions into words,So they no longer feel. Somehow in the letters,The pain is less real.Like putting heartbreak on ice,Pausing the tydalwave.The feelings are numbed,When they exist only on the page.It is only when you read them,Or you hear them spoken in verse.That you a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2052975/ What is intimacy to you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2052637/ Did I do good this time?I say I don't care what you think,That I write only for me,But I post it online, you see.With the hidden question,Did I do good this time?I wait, phone in hand, staring at screens.For the praise of someone I never met,Well in the knowledge you'll quickly for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2052418/ I think I care to much, As you open your heart to me mine breaks for you. And then I realise I am thinking about how your situation affects me, and not you.I am not as empathetic as I thought I was.I failed to be your friend, But you will never know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2052409/ Just a quick one I wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2052351/ Let me explain it.In every sense of the saying.I do it wrong.But that's not a new story,In fact it's incredibly long.From the dreams of the future,To the ones late at night. Reality is something, I've never known how to get right.Now the former of these two,Works better with a li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2052005/ I love my mind.Put my mind. In a different body,A working body. And I honestly believe I could have a good life. But then I wonder, Did my wonderful, empathetic, crazy, twisted mind, Come from my fragmented body? The truth is, though I loath to admit it, probably. So then I'm left .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2051031/ I wonder as a writer,If the message is lighter.For sometimes the words of another,Touch you like no other. Do my words, even once, have that effect. Or are they simple something, a moment later, you will forget?Does it matter, should I care?Does your sight on the page, change what's th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2049198/ A response or Second part to my piece: "Nobody asked if I wanted to be a human, maybe I just wanted to be a brick." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2048873/ I don't believe you,But some days I just can't handle the argument. So I'll just pretend i do. Pretend I believe that you really want me.When all I can think is "How can you?"I don't believe you. But to argue would make it my word, My word against yours,And some days I just can't b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2048868/ Maybe you're right. Maybe I stand in my own way a lot, butMaybe I do it for a reason. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2048349/ In the middle of the night, I spend my time lost in worlds that don't truly exist. Trying better to understand the world I live in.These worlds are darker. Grimmer and down right more confusing. Alongside a hunderad other similies and metaphors I struggle to produce at 4am. Apologies. But still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2048348/ I felt love once, Honestly and truly.In the words you said, and the way you listened. And the way you knew the answers to a part of me I didn't even know. I believed that maybe, just maybe, With some kind of luck and hope that it would work,And then I realised for it to work, for it to h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2047269/ I don't think times a healer, Really it's more of a freezer.You just become numb, To the once smoking gun. And life gets a little easier. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044328/ Words are my equaliser, stabiliser;My reviser, disguiser.The greatest advisor.My promisor,Life’s greatest appetizer,They make me wiser.But most of all,Words are my tranquillizer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044303/ Sometimes I’ll tell you things, to convince you you are worth the air you breath. And with every word, that comes out rushed, with energy of the strength of my belief.I mean what I say, you are equally valued, and certainly no burden to me. I just wish the truths I say to you, were o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044282/ Maybe one day I will write a piece without mistake.Maybe one day I will make a decision without regret.But if I were to reach the stage, where I truly believed in my own conviction, without such consequence.Would my Writing, would I, be the same, without the mistake.Would any of us? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044232/ They hurt the most, the little things.When they are denied.I wanted to go with you, I did.I tried to tell you, I really tried.You passed it off as joking,Because of how I said the words.Maybe I wanted you to do that,To lessen how much it hurt.I know you didn’t mean to,And I couldn’t have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044195/ A short monologue about trust. I think it comes under "Story" but please correct me if I'm wrong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044094/ And maybe in the end,You were never a true friend. All the questions that you ask, So in your own glory, you could bask.And never did you stop, to see the pain you inflicted, The strength in the words you used, a great treasure you were gifted.But underestimated often, the power .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044065/ Short write. On writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044051/ If anybody has any ideas for the title of this poem, I would gladly take it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044043/ Sometimes I want to write, and I can't. Here is a poem about me not being able to write. For the irony, a piece of writing about not being able to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2044028/ Sometimes when things are really wrong,Without a second thought, you just say "nothing I'm tired, that's all",And it's not a lie, it's one of the only statements, like " I'm alive",That can never be a lie.If it's gotten to the point, where the question makes you numb.Where you can no longer even com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2043978/ I'm 21.My body's probably 50. My mind 35, and had a traumatic life. My imagination fluctuates between 12 and25. My sex drive, is a very repressed, 14-year-old.My confidence is 6, on a good day, when I'm with you. 15 on a bad day, when I'm alone. My anxiety is 70. He thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2043130/ I tried to say the right words. To become the antidote to your poisoned mind.And when I realised you were as much the antidote as the poison.I tried to help you see that, to find it, so you wouldn't be alone.And when you didn't try.And as a result I inevitable failed.And the poison moved.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2043078/ I know I'll get through this. Walking home through a raging storm. I know it'll stop, And I'll get there.But in that moment IDon't care. I don't care I'll survive.When the truth is I don't want to. I don't care I'll survive.Do you?Does it matter I do,If I don't?I know I'll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KayT/2042768/