http://slow.writerscafe.org/brokenwriter The original writings of author lov en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985472 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 we could smoke cigarettes for hours.you`d offer me one after anothereven tho I had my own.you were never this nice to me.but for a girl, who only knew small-town-drug or die romance,I waited for my proposalwith every cigaretteyou handed me. I should have known.  you are from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3131177/ and as it begun to snow,suddenly, in the silence between the falling crystals,it felt like as ifI wouldn`t freeze to death anymore.maybe it wasn`t the winter, maybe it was just me.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3129193/ my feet will fall, my skin will shed,the facade will fadeinto a ceremonyand under all that rotten flesh,it will be okay.there is salvation. -lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3129192/ war is over. the sun rose again.still, I catch myself,sharpening my sword, polishing my armor,ready to win, ready to fight,but no flag waves in the wind above,the blood has dried.every tear, every wound,it was worth it,I did it out of love.but it was still war.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3128983/ dug in dirt and dust,kindly carved in every linerough and old,young in mine,you might say we look alike,butI won`t, I`ll never havemy mother`s hands.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3128750/ count them,one, two, white, redwhite stripes,red pain,"why", you ask,as if scars would heal that way."that`s not the cruelest I`ve been to myself", I say.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3128749/ I dream ofsun-drenched windows, naked skin,water in waveson analog film.long days,afternoon flies,salt on my lips,hair air-dried.It´s all coming back one day.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3128748/ yesterday I broke my umbrella on purpose.just because I could. easy to bend,easy to break, easy to toss, leave it on the streets.I`d completely forgotten why I`d bring itin the first place.so, I stood there in the rain, feeling almost naked with all this rage and all this wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3127140/ kneel down for me.pretend that I am the body for your god.you are too good for me, I think I have to ban youfrom heaven. Softly, I push my hand through your hair.I bitethe innocenceoff of your flesh. give me all of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3126941/ lust, longing, leaving.my tongue burns on salt water.diving deeper into the ocean.I need to find out,how long I have to drownto reach heaven.- lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3125864/ today it snowed. I had a dream about you.we sat in your kitchenand I cut my finger.your fingertips held my fingertips,my blood on your skinas you got band-aid. I think that`s the type of touch I crave.silent. soft. red. - lov  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3125863/ the sun will look different one dayand the birdswill singanother song,but this time,you`ll feel proud of the grass and the sky.stop waiting for life to be kind. -lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3125857/ I tend to break thingswithout touching them.fall brings comfort.the floor is home. I know the fragmentsby heart. i am always able to find a pattern.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3125264/ golden lines on your collar bone.I want to dig my teethinto you.it is almost cruelhow soft skin can lookyethow cold it can feel.how dare youknowing what I amand still not looking away.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3124727/ I think I am gonna stay forever. today I took a bath. I wanted to get my head underwater,watch the bubbles from below,get a new perspective,but I couldn`t.I couldn`t do it.because what if I might drown?I wasn`t brave enough. Leaving is a scary thing.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3124134/ heavy heart, new start.trying to do the right thing which is being honest to myself.how do you do this?are you feeling what I see so clear?suddenly you are so near,I don`t even know you. And as I turned around again, hoping to look into your eyes, only seeing you turning the next corner, I thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3121638/ everyone is rottenexcept you,you're still blooming,always,even now.I'm afraid of the compostburrowing out of me,from the dark earththat decomposes everythingthat hasn't been wateredcarefully,withered for years.can you seewhere the roots grow from?can you tell me,where do they want to go?should I wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/3121329/ I am not 16 years old anymore.Now, that I am stuck in a past life or somethingI would like to die, go back in time.The flowers would smell all yearand it snows in summer.Sweets were just sweet,now they make my mouth dry.To love was just something I wouldn´t dare to do.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2943294/ I don`t want to let you go.So I keep you in the back of my head.There you are safe and sound.You cant hurt me,I can`t hurt you.You are pretty just like that.Pretty like a memory.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2943293/ but what ifthere is a chance of getting a little closer to what you call perfection?will I always be the type of person who turns around just one more time?just for a glimpse of what could`ve been?you are so f*****g good at being a good person.now every pain feels deserved.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2939947/ without you,it`s dull.a constant feeling of missing, longing,remembering too much,knowing too little.everything you taught me,I spat out like some poison.I don`t know how to be good to myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2939945/ a moth for a secondin my eyesyou are nothing more than that.you can flybut you will freeze to death.you are too volatile for my narrow senses.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2936181/ the bed don`t fit anymoremy feet, coldbut it`s comfortable in a way.there are too many toothbrushes at the sink and too few people in the house.I abandoned this placefor a better lifea life that`s mine traded the past for the futureand left that little child behind.why did I have to give that up?I t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2926945/ For now, I`ll hate you.It is justified, is n`t it? You won`t say anything against it.In fact,I want to sew your mouthso that I`ll never feel lonely. It does n`t work, it never does.My words make only sensewhen they are against somethingMy words mean nothing when they don`t reach one ear.always in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2924135/ I don`t care.You can break the glassand tell yourself that the sharp fragments feel soft under your skin. The blood is all dried upBut your bones will remain broken.You have to start talking to this wall, brick by brick,cut after cut. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2923780/ I can`t un-love.there is always your namecarved into my wooden veins.But I am neither a firefighternor a lumberjack,It would take fire to forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2923541/ I can comeand fill the holesof your brokenaquarium.sometimesI just wishedyou would imaginethe ocean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2923214/ I am able to say I love you,over and over,but it`s winterand you won`t be warmfor a long timeso I keep my apologies frozen.-lov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2922880/ saviorthere was never a choice.you knew I would make things right.that I would comeand scrape you off of this filthy floorhold out the door.I was some sort of savior to you.the one who faked yoursobriety.that your life was n`t just finishing offmore and more every day.I was your savior.for a glimpse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2922016/ you changed.you swore you wouldn`t but you did.time made it so easyfor you andI am just so deeply stuck on the clock hand.for youforgiveness is a sentence that you ask for.that you are able to demand.you can kneel downand stab them with your eyes.but won`t you feel dumbwhen you ask for oblivionand s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2921788/ there are wasps in my lungs,wings in my maw,and down my backout of my spine are leaping stings.I see everything a thousand timesup and downround and roundin the dark my eyes can finally rest.I don´t want to see this volatile world,I don`t belong,but I am part of this raceand nobody asks.I tast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2908968/ not now, not never,I`ll ask a reflection in the mirror,is this the best I can do?Is this enough? and no, no, no, noI won`t ask younot now, not never,is this beauty ever enough?rotten roses come from the inside they saybut nobody ever closes their eyesand nobody ever will seeso I will be the only one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2873141/ and in my dreamsI screamthat anger I am holding on the tip of my tongueso when you kissit doesn`t come over youI don`t get over youtrembling lipslike it does to meclose your eyesI´ll stay awaketo sing the lullaby and use my ability to move my mouthbeautifully and vague where you wouldn`t see m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2872139/ For you, I am red, not blue,Even if I`m a fool to you,I`ll play it coolWith my wrists openalways red, you made my heart new,put on some glueSo I bleed for your last dancegive me a chancelet yourself fade awayI`ll take the sad out of your headyour eyes said itAlways red, never blue,burning my pills, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2837319/ another poem for the same person http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2830741/ a song for her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2830571/ Beautiful eyes,So pretty and sad,Filled with blue oceans,In my shirt soaken.Beautiful eyes,Cried all day,Eyes of mine,why are you so blind?Beautiful eyes,Who hurt you so bad?Mirrors, mirrorJust can see me.Beautiful eyes, Go sleep all night,maybe in the morning,you've cired all out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2115134/ Hey I am still alive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2110158/ thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2093104/ I am not fine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2088656/ Short story about my life as a twin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2085109/ short poem of my thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2085103/ I am broken again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2084754/ Short text http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2083575/ Standing on this bridge,remembering back to our last kiss,missing you,heart is broken,my damn mind is stolen.Icecold wind in my neck,my hair are blowing in the wind,Lost you, Lost all,In this big world, I am so small.No one cares, if I am gone,Why the f**k is there no gun?Fast, easy, no more pain,ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2081466/ A short poem about my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2081419/ its diffrent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2079874/ Watching the rain,I am hypnotized,my phone is ringing all day,but I can't get up its too late.Finding new ways to control,Control myself is the hardest thing,No sound I could listen,Only the whisper of my past in my ear,Lit the first cigarett of the day,With this smoke I am feeling safe, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2079865/ Girl       -       Girls thoughts       -       BoyHey are you awake?Oh hey. yeah still up...Why? Its too late...I am thinking about something...Oh what? tell meThere is nothing.Pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2079494/ Always tired, don't know why,Want to sleep, getting high,Every night waking up,Can't move, can't reach the topLiving in this boring life,No wonder that I'm still alive,It doesn't feel like reality,This isn't the world without humanityStaying in this f*****g dream,Wanna leave, wanna scream,Hoping tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenwriter/2079402/