http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rccola12 The original writings of author Mr Alednac en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026278 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I see the parking space on my property Close to my front door.I save the spot for someone to park,But the space is always occupied.Her car sits there day after dayNever making room for other cars.Even with no one thereThe space is always reserved.I dare to not speak about the space.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/2117058/ The road continuously curvesthe shadows follow.Yellow and dim headlights Obscures further into darkness.Hills looming over and underThe desolate barns on both sides.A shadow stares at me from the doorwayCobwebs and ghosts inhabit the empty buildings.Thinning branches stretch out to the black sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/2068359/ Here is a love poem I just wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/2042244/      Tara Kennedy is a 35 year old pest exterminator working in the small town of Willoughby.  An ordinary town where the small community knew each other and were friendly towards each other.  Block parties almost every weekend where hamburgers, steaks, ribs, and hotdog.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1378781/ I hear the dissonance in your toneYour hate and frustration boil over I stand motionless, wanderlustbut I'm frozen by your contempt and shattered by your destructive wordsmassive destruction brought unto my soulI continue to climb on the same mountainexpecting your disdain to change to love'tis a fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1358665/ He treated you wrongno respect or decency.When you opened to himhe slammed the door.He ignored youexcept when it was convenient for him.He wasn't a friend to youhe thought you were clayhe tried to mold you in his image.His image is the ugliestas it stares back at me in the mirror.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1341988/ A simple questiona random order of wordscan trigger so muchReminiscent thoughts pull you back to better daysold conversationsold friendshipsthat early magicits all gonenothing see's eye to eye anymorethe horror of moving onI just want to hold onit isn't enough to rememberI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1335741/ I give to you a personal giftThe most valuable gift, I can give you.It's beautiful and filled with memories,Memories that we shared and the love I have for you.A tall glass, red wine flows in out of this glass. never-ending.It is rough around the edges and its not crystal clear.These imperfections a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1324813/ Hate healed my soulIt fueled my need to eviscerate sadness in me.No Remorse was my battle cryshow no mercy to those who have erased my heart.I am preparing my war face once againI no longer care what everything meant.The constant abuse fuels my lust for unabashed furry.My inner gut tells me that my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1318692/ I briskly fly through cloud and skyTraveling north to unknown lands.And unknown troubles.Fierce turbulence batters my planeAnxiety and fear tell me to go back.I continue onward.Another plane heads to meMy inner gut tells me it is the blue rebel.Defender of these lands.The blue rebel attacksI hold my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1317472/ Soy un cabron egoistapor mis celos, ya no me quires.Nunca fuistes Mio,y aprendi muy fuerte esa lectura.Tu alma y voz es la mas Bonita.Me duele muchosabiendo que ti hice dano a tu almaHoy me MueroCuando te recuerdo.Soy un pinche cobardeNo merizco tu Amistad y tu amorEmpiezo a hogar me En mis lag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1312462/ Based on the song, "One" by Metallica http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1304247/ I am only a shadowHaunting the back of your mind A lonely afterthought in your sub consciousThat only exists inside a screen and represented by text.The forgotten ghost of my former self is fading fast in your memory.So goodbye.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1300313/ I stand in the middle of the nightStaring at the sky.The frosty air blankets me tightlyI stand frozen.I look at the empty trees, its naked branchesI shiver more as I look.I feel the moonlight beaming on my headI'm lost in a trance.Just as a flower follows the sunThe moon follows me.The sky.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1297674/ I woke up in a puddle of my pukemy wrist was cut and dried blood still covered the wound.How am I still alive? 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