http://slow.writerscafe.org/Taku The original writings of author Taku en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032310 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have a fear. It’s different than most. Most people are scared of snakes, heights, death, etc. Well, I am scared of fear. I am terrified of the feeling that overwhelms your soul when you are unsure if your life is safely placed. I hate the feeling that hits you like a wave in an ocean of unce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2119543/ Have you ever fantasized about falling in love? Like honestly. Have you ever thought about what it’s like? I think that it’s such a foreign feeling for me that I’m obsessed with trying to grasp it so that I may understand. Sometimes I can’t write because I just can’t g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2119542/ I WANT TO WRITE BUT HAVE NOTHING TO SAY. I HATE IT. I JUST WANT TO WRITE. I JUST WANT TO EXPRESS MYSELF. I JUST WANT TO PUT WORDS DOWN ON A PAPER THAT MAKE SENSE. I HATE THIS FEELING. I HATE THIS DESIRE. I HATE THIS NEED. I CAN’T WRITE BUT I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2119538/ DIE. DIE DIE. This is often the chant that I hear once the night quiets and the dark creeps in. Am I afraid? No. Instead, if I don’t hear this chant it worries me. I don’t know what I would do without it. It’s what pushes me. It’s what drives me. This chant is largely respon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2119413/ I know that I don’t know you yet but I hope someday that I’ll meet you. I know you probably don’t even exist but I guess that’s ok. Nobody seems to understand my fascination with you. That’s fine with me because I’m not loving you for them anyways. I’ve bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2119412/ Shut the f**k up. Don’t act like you know me, cause you don’t. You literally know nothing about how I feel or how I think. You think that just because you spent some time with me that you understand me? It’s apparent you can’t and won’t. All of this time, I have been c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2119406/ I want you to imagine cold steel scathing your skin, lightly. Not deep enough to actually cut you but enough to make you realize that this steel has mass and volume. Then you look at your arm and your throat feels scratchy, not because it hurts but because you have defiled yourself to the point of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117498/ Taku. These four letters sum up who I am. Within these four letters exists a conscience, dreams, aspirations, goals, likes, dislikes, loves, and hates. Yet, these four letters do not define who I am since not two people with the same name are identical. Aristotle was wrong. We are not what we repea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117497/ As I sit here, alone at my desk, it has been revealed to me that I am alone in the conquest of my mind. I began to read my writings to someone who requested me to do so but yet, they had the same reaction as everyone else. This reaction is to run away. People enter into my mind with good intentions .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117496/ I cannot draw but that is ok. I can create the most vivid of pictures in the minds of my readers that far surpass any image made from pens or pencils. These images are far more because of the emotion which the reader immediately equates that picture to. The only way to do such a thing with pens and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117495/ I feel so empty and I can't seem to figure out why. Is it because I'm living out the purpose my soul aspires to? Is it because I hold no value? Is it because I have not fulfilled my purpose? The answer is simply, I do not know. Possibly, there is no answer or explanation to this lingering emptiness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117494/ Hopefully this inevitable death will come ever quicker. The day I breathe my last will be the day which I may finally escape. I will no longer breathe toxic air nor will I have to endure the tortures of my heart and mind.My wings of freedom, which have to be bound tightly by our society, will final.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117493/ love/hate. This equation represents how we treat each other.We either choose love or hate. yet, we all desire love or try to put it into something but, in the same context, we let hate divide us. How wonderful! What marvelous souls surround me.Great aspirations so easily defeated are nothing more th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117492/ Sometimes I dream of having a relationship where we stay up until 2 A.M. in our sweats, wrapped in blankets, our lit up by a fire, and we openly discuss our thoughts about the world around us.In my mind, that is the pinnacle of happiness.I imagine her with a messy bun, no makeup, and attentive eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117491/ How come I have to sit through classes that I don't care for? I listen to teachers who tell me things that I will never use. I do hate the mindlessness in our classrooms.It seems like we, as the youth, accept this state of uniformity as our daily normal. It seems to me like complacency runs rampant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117490/ Lies are love and love is lies. We lie out of love for others sake. But there are those like myself who lie out of personal interest at times to either gain something or defend oneself. I do lie for my friends sake they seem to not notice.Sometimes I wish they would recognize my intentions but on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117489/ 1) Tear apart the standards of who you are told to be.2) Become someone who others will regret their actions against. 3) Be unique. Do not become a clone who mindlessly follows the collective.4) Do not cling to ignorance as they do. 5) Do not proclaim yourself to be special. 6) Let ot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117488/ Here is a window into the mind of a depressed/suicidal teenager intended for any and all who do not understand the thought processes of the kind of mind from which I am writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117486/ This is a 53 word short-story that I had submitted for a competition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taku/2117483/