http://slow.writerscafe.org/alia2220 The original writings of author Asjih M en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040022 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My mind is scrambledI hear mumbles in the shadowsI look round and roundand see nothing for hoursmy heart feels numbmy heart feels painwhy does he still do thishave so much power over my brainI cannot move, I cannot speakall I can think about is how he used to hit meand now all I feel is weakyou thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2767808/ This poem is something personal. I've been through a lot, I still go through depression, though it is better, I look back to remember what I'm thankful for and remember that every day is precious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2759992/ Reflection looking back at me  but I don't feel like they see me I don't feel like I see me what Is happiness what Is anger what Is sadness what is laughter I look at the sky, but I don't feel nothing at all life's passing me by, but no one seems bothered at all am I even noticed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2759990/ Bruised ego Swallowed pride you like to shove dominance in my face and I always wondered why do you feel out of control or are you simply an a*****e you hold me so tight, please just let me go do you ever wonder at night, if your even doing it right this thing called parenthood you never had any r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2759986/ This is a poem about something that occurred in my past, It was a rough time for me. I was in a bad situation, that I got out of. It was my "Rock Bottom". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758795/ In this poem, I use metaphors to describe a relationship I once had. An ex and my father. It's safe to say the relationship was complicated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758792/ This poem I wrote for my mother, through everything she's stood by me. My mom is Italian, so I have inserted two verses for her. - lei 'e mia Madre -( she is my mother) and - risata -( laughter) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758790/ I have seen him many times through many glances though I will always remember when I saw, how I saw him I knew before it started I would fall I knew before it started It was forbidden but I didn't care when he looked at me I forgot how to breath I forgot my pain, my hurt It wasn't only touch .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758787/ when did we change  from playing dress up an sleeping with stuff animals to this  when did we age  from floating happily through life to questioning everything that comes  to this will you ever run through the sprinklers again when did you realize you grew up was it when you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758786/ Full of scars,         - aches,          - pains, but when he smiles, he helps the pain go away  when he laughs, he helps the aches go away       when he listens, cares, he helps the scars go away       by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758735/  How is it I wonder     if I have too big of a heart         but to also wonder     if I have a heart at all         to hate people         and the world    yet to have much compa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758714/ Everyday is but a battle       between darkness and light    though I fear darkness is winning     I have no desire to ask for help       though I have my concerns         for which I lean toward    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758710/ Curled in a ball      I silently weep in pain        for once a month      she brings aches and pains     I ask why she does these things       with a smile she says     though it may bring you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758707/ I open my eyes to nothing but darkness   my heart filled with confusion      do I see it with my eyes    or do I feel it within my soul        I look around to try and find the light again I ask shall I stay        or shoul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758705/ As I lay on the ground      with thoughts so profound       I know not of what to do stirring so restless       I look out to the sky  hoping one day I feel not so alone hoping for a home  though I speak not of people       a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alia2220/2758704/