http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlueRain01 The original writings of author Hunter Mullis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017879 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As the years set in, Plants come and go, leaves fall & return to the branches. As the bridges grow old in the silence, moss growing and boards shifting, they remain there in the silence. Waiting. The still of the air resting upon them. As I stand at the edge of the bridge, surrounded by the sile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2967453/ These hands have felt everything.Happiness, Sadness, Pain, Melancholy and everything in between. They grew callused and felt as if they had felt everything there was to feel, and defended themselves with their rough hard skin, But that changed when I met you. When I met you I realized ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2876534/ It’s hard to be yourself and want love in today’s world. At times, You want nothing more than your person. Someone to lay next to at night, a reason to wake up in the morning. You wish that one day, You’ll find the person who is that for you. You’d take it over anyt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2838959/ I’m not sure where this really came from, maybe a place of honesty in some regard, But I quite like how it turned out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2838954/ A Return to the activity that got me through some of my highschool classes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2780980/ It’s getting colder,The leaves are falling,The lights are going up,Soon the snow will cover us,Tucking us into the Christmas season like a comfy blanket on a quiet Christmas Eve.Christmas is a time for happiness,A time to share that happiness with family and friends. But Ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2152188/ Tonight I sit,Video playing of hit after hit,Snap after snap,Down after down,I sit and reminisce about day’s past. Day’s spent doing what I loved. You don’t realize it in the moment,But once it’s gone,You miss it. You miss what could’ve been. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2147360/ Despite everything,Despite how broken I may feel,I’m starting to realize part of who I am.I’m starting to embrace it. It’s scary, but it’s who I am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2142465/ The time you spend with people can twist and change things,It goes up and down like hill’s and valley’s. One day you’re close to someone,But the next..The next you feel like you’re five thousand miles away. You’ll stay up all night, counting the hours ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2136057/ A Man goes to his favorite lounge, Only to notice something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2120263/ This isn’t so much a story as it is an opportunity. One to set the record straight. Coming from the tongue of an idiotic simpleton such as myself this should be easy enough to understand. One thing I feel has been taught to me very well is the fact that whatever I end up doing well.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2117140/ A friend.A friend that tries.A friend that tries to make everything alright.A friend that keeps on trying and trying,trying to bring them up, get them on their feet,to help make thing's okay.In the end, the efforts are in vain,unseen,unnoticed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2113851/ Throughout my days I’ve noticed things here and there,I’ve noticed that no matter what I say, Nobody’s listening. Whether I say something useful or worthwhileOr take the time to talk about something personal, nobody’s listening. I could say anything,I could sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2112366/ Everyday, there is a struggle. A struggle to get up,To go to school, It’s a struggle I lose more than I win. That is probably why I’m failing. With that, I’ve come to the realization that,Despite everything,All the help,All the effort to feel okay,There’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2112127/ There is something about the way the world is today.The 24/7 News cycles, The brink of destruction that seems to be talked to death about, yet is constantly pushed back by a day.The Human mind, The questions of "Why are we the way that we are?"Now this world is essentially all I've known, I'm too yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2107215/ Renewal,The sense of wonder,Like you're finally taking in a breath of fresh air.The new look of life,Everything starts to look up.It all happens for a reason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2105574/ Melancholy and anger,Down and out, stressed out,Sick of the person i used to be.Sick of the person I am.Sick of the person I'm supposed to be.Let the expectations burn, Be who I want to be,instead of the person I'm supposed to be.If only I could listen to myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2104119/ One day I'll be able to learn from my mistakes, my anxiety, myself.Today is not that day. Today is the same as all the other days. constantly wondering, constantly worrying,constantly thinking that they'll see me different,and hate who they see.All this worry has to subside eventually.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2104104/ I sit hiding away from the class and test waiting for me to fail. I write this because I have no sense of output. I wish I had someone I could just drop the act and explain everything to. I have a couple people who I can explain bits and pieces to, but even then, I can’t tell them the whol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2103470/ Sometimes my anxiety makes me feel like I’m ‘that’ friend. The one out of the group that the rest bring along and hang out with out of pity because they feel bad and don’t want the idiot loser to end up hanging from his ceiling, yet can barely stand how annoying and dumb I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2103019/ Eighteen years. Eighteen long years.I always thought as a kid, once I hit this moment that everything would be great,I’d finally be my own person, old enough to make my own decisions, my own thoughts,Making the world my oyster. Now that I’m here I can see that as a child I was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2102834/ Words can not express exactly what it is I want to say. The perfect words are hard to find. Were it so easy...I would have already spoken them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2101096/ I May not be perfect,I may have my struggles,But at least I’m trying to get better. That’s more than you can say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2100623/ This is a short little story about a strange feeling I got. It’s not ment to be the greatest thing ever written, but maybe someone out there can relate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2100541/ You can’t give it up can you?You just can’t seem to accept that things are the way they are. Newsflash: It is what it is, get over it. You can sit there, wishing things were different, but that won’t change anything. You’ll still be the same,With the same problems.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2100342/ I thought I kicked this. I thought I cleared my mind, my thoughts. Yet it’s clear,The memory still haunts me. What are you supposed to do,When no matter what, you still remember?When your thoughts are hijacked and taken over,What do you do?Do you find a hobby and hope they go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2100279/ I know you. I’ve seen your success,Your failure. Your past and the evercoming future. I’ve seen it all to know,This. This is the way the world ends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2100138/ It would seem that,My evaluations of myself were right. No matter how hard I try,How much I hope,I’m destined to come up short. Every single time. It stings like a b***h,It floats like a weight,It makes me second guess everything. I guess my fate is finally revealed. It hur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2100075/ What will happen,when they pull out what has been buried and covered by years of internalisation and repression?What will they find?What consequences will it bring?I'm scared to find out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2099383/ One day,Maybe far off,Maybe close by,One day it will fade. Those voices, those feelings,The ones you couldn’t make heads or tales of,Will fade away. No longer will you have to put up with them, Hear them,Feel them. Once they fade, you’re left with a sense of...Renew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2099224/ When push comes to shove,And it’s time for me to go..The least I can do is tell them goodbye. Those who mean the most. It isn’t fair to leave them without explaining why I have to go this time. I can only hope they understand. I can only hope they accept my apology. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2098795/ That’s it. Game over. I’ve tried my best, Yet I still failed. How does it feel knowing that I wasn’t good enough to make the grade?Time to face the music now. Time to pay for all my mistakes. Let’s hope they accept life as payment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2098789/ The logical part of the brain tells me the facts.My emotions,however..The emotional part makes things worse.I know what the fact of the matter is, It's very clear.But yet, My emotions pain me.It's an almost humorous predicament. It's like they're at war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2098331/ This is something I've been putting off writing and today, for some reason, thought I'd write down here, now. Ignore any flaws, It's not ment to be perfect. after this, It'll be back to my usual stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2098180/ Same place for eighteen years,Same people, same friends,Same life. Memories made, people met,People that will always mean the most. Now after eighteen years, it’s time to leave. Time for a new chapter. It’s time to start fresh in a new place,Away from the heartache and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2098013/ Have you ever felt so upset over something that seems so small?And you felt like you’d fall?I’ll tell you the best medicine for this disease. The best medicine for that, from my experience,Is to repress it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2097961/ Have you ever felt that there was no escape?That you were trapped in a repetition of the same string of events?I’ll go one further.Have you ever thought “This time I’ll get it right”Only to go through the same repetition countless more times?I Have. Welcome to thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2097959/ Getting your hopes up,Over and over,Time and again. Only to fall further each and every time. Isn’t it fun, knowing that even though you keep falling, Even though your heart keeps breaking,That you still get your hopes up. Ain’t it fun when you know you’re stuck in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2097956/ They = I http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2097049/ Look, I need to be honestEspecially with some things more than others, and i mean lets be honestXylophones are terrifying but more importantlyI am thinking that maybe, just maybe, things might be able to be interesting again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2097047/ You won't get better.Nothing will be the same.You're doomed to wish for the way things were.you'll be stuck in this mindset,for which there is no cure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2097042/ One mistake is all it takes.just one little mistake,and you'll spend the rest of your life regretting it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2097041/ When things seem their lowest,and nothing seems to get better,Just remember:It'll be this way forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2097040/ “You’re an a*****e.”What?“You’re an a*****e, Hunter.”Who are you?“I’m your subconscious, what did you expect?”Well, I-“Quit your whining. You know you’re destined for failure, so why are you bitching?”Because-&ld.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2096710/ I feel as if I’m cursed. Cursed to watch their pain and suffering,While I’m stuck to the side unable to do anything. I’d do whatever it took,Go to hell and back,Just for them to see how I feel,If even for a split second,To see what I can not put into words. Words .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2096630/ This is for someone that’ll probably never see, nor understand that it’s about them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2096628/ I want you to want me. All I want is your love,To treat you like I know you deserve. Instead I see you,With guy after guy,Getting hurt over and over. It hurts to see. I want you to want me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2096624/ If I had a choice. Just one decision,One wish,I already know what I would wish for in a heartbeat. It’s funny how the brain works. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2096589/ Pills,Pills are everywhere nowadays. Any problems you have, Pills are the answer!I myself am included. But when the pills have a side effect,An oh so dangerous side effect,Of making you hate yourself more and more,Are they worth it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2096372/ These walls have a history. Something lurks in these walls,Something that use to exist outside of them. Now these old, beaten walls are all that remember him. His spirit watches the world go by without him, From his prison of these abandoned walls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueRain01/2095830/