http://slow.writerscafe.org/alanalee The original writings of author avaya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218664 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Confessional free-verse prose TW: suicide, depression, self-harm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2901264/ My white haze, just like you  I’ve lost my shape I’m surfing the sky, sinking in blue  Sounding out the sun shining through  Shaking a storm everytime I lose A tear with the rain, my electric parade  Beats a thunder in tune with the pain  Lost .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2836603/ a pity to be, what i once thought was me the trees save shade for the hearts growing weak but life exists, and goes on without thought i’m wondering still if you’re all that i’ve got if our paths were designed by the forces inside i wonder if yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2835807/ Sometimes, I believe I could live in my paper and pen.A house made of cards, Standing strong against the odds Ink shades the clouds Lines break the soundsOf the truth and the realLiving words as a shieldFlowers bloom from my soulThrough my words how they formFinding meaning as they roamThrough .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2818290/ It took us seven days to give up the fight between our bodies and our minds. Seven days passed without ease, and by way of our hearts’ beats, we finally touched. More than a hug or a slight nudge, if it weren’t for that door, we might’ve escaped the confrontation of our love. It pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2818266/ In the dawn of the night, You whisper so slightTell me you want meTell me you need meTell me I’m the oneTell me it’ll never be enoughYour hands over mineOur lips burning brightSeven kisses down my spineLiving in the moment feels so right I’ve been caved in and disguised&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2818077/ When everybody’s words get in the way, Take my hand and say,We're just finding foreverYou still feel the same wayWhen our eyes meet as one, Don’t tell me it’s done From the way you show me loveIt could never be enough I feel plagued by these emotionsThey seem so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2818062/ more so lyrics than a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2816058/ its summer but i’m grey words spinning through my head all dayhow i’m not enoughhow i don’t deserve lovehow everyone is doomed to leave me numb i’ve unravelled into pieces i’ve succumbed to my weakest the one who shames me for lovethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2812550/ This is a story about one of the many despised and avoided emotions known to man-kind, fear. Fear consumes all of our lives at some point. Some people spend their entire lives trying to fight it, but there are a few of us lucky enough to realise early on that fear’s impossible to avoid, it&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2812026/ quiet the demons so i can hear the birds sing again release these chains, they’ll set me freein a world where i don’t belong trapped by words instead of songs it’s music when you pray for a brighter world, a better day release these chains, you set me freef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2811815/ the voice in my head is stronger than my heart.. but plastered in these words are the things i don't have the courage to share without the safety of anonymity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2809941/ Writing is like knitting. It takes time and practice to master, hard work and dedication towards the creative inside you, and an overall joy for creating art through your woven talent. Writing is meant for self-expression. These words paint the images inside you, the ideas that yearn to escape and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2809894/ I used to believe that true connection only lived in our minds. When you met a person that you felt connected to, it was your mind playing tricks on you. This was after a long battle of trying to find connection in a disconnected world. I turned against the conventional ideas of love and kinshi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2809441/ the mindlessness of the love-sicktrue to face, thoughtless dialogue:is his fast reply indicative of deeper emotion? or is it just a fragment of his twisted nature to rouse me like this. i awake, under this starry night, with seven beautiful images all speaking to a younger part in me. his broa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2808066/ Heaven and hell do exist on earth. They exist in our spirits and in our minds.. We all tend to a demon inside of us, dedicating our lives to satiating their every need, and if we allow our demons the power to control us, we will be sucked into a hell-- of our own demon’s torment. But if hell c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2806601/ the child in me is tired she wants to come out and play it’s a little late for another beer but how else must i end the day to quiet the child in me all the distraught and disarray she says towiggle my toes and feel the dirt turn into soil and nourish the earth a lively song .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2805400/ Growing up, my father used to tell me that life was a puzzle that took an entire life-time to piece together. And Jaden was starting to look more puzzle than boy. After showering, I change into a set of fuzzy, brown pyjama shorts and a matching crop top. I slip on a loose cardigan and head back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2802945/ His hands move up my thighs and grip my waist. "What are you..." I begin. "Keeping warm", He mutters softly. His gaze remains attached to my lips. Oh god, what am I doing? I've officially lost it.The warmth of his body sends chills down my spine and I feel my heart begin to race. Ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2802944/ They say if you fix your course upon a star, you'll be able to navigate through any storm. The millions of stars in the sky tonight couldn't help me navigate through the storm I'm in right now. After getting helplessly wasted with Jaden, we both thought it was a fabulous idea to take a stroll t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2802943/ Jordan's figure enters the corner of my eyes. Oh, hello again, my sweet and dear butterflies...I try to hide my face beneath my blanket, praying to God he wouldn't notice me. "Well, you look snug" He smirks, pulling his camping chair near mine. "Yep, comfy as ever." I say aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2802941/ I could see mountains peaking in the distance. We weren't far now. The leaves formed a veil over the area. Anything could happen beneath those woods and the entire world would remain clueless. "Grab the bags! Time to get this summer started", Alex cheers as she bolts out of the car."For yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2802939/ I never anticipated how fast infatuation could grow and fizzle; I suppose it depends on how much hope you have."Yep, I just grabbed the firewood. The GPS says we'll be there in around an hour" My sister puts down her phone and drives out of desperation to escape. With the summer ahead of us, ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2802938/ The boy she once loved was replaced by a shell of a human, and that shell teased her in every way possible. Reunited with her childhood crush, Sabina must side with logic to avoid the pain of love and http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2802937/ A short written piece about how film spells a false narrative of high school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2801804/ A short written piece on the progression of culture versus community. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2801803/ Growing up, I trained my hand to be steady.My hair to be tamed,My words to be fluentMy hand shookWhen I wrote my own name,It sounded like an immigrant,Unwelcomed in the land of the freeI was chased out of the house,For wearing a tank top and jeans,It was unacceptablefor a lady like me,To be part of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2800327/ This is a short story about first-times. It follows the life of a young, brown girl growing up in a small town in Canada. Based on a true story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2800208/ I’d wake up some mornings and feel nothing. Time passed through me like a haze and I could barely meet his eyes. They stayed glued to the floor, hands on my side, slouched over with eyes as dry as the air in the room. It took me years to get this suppressed. It took tragedy and grief to barely.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2795336/ Eleven people told me they loved me,With their chest, it seemed, they would never leave meSo I leaped with my heart, as all the stories told,True love meant the world! Nothing else would truly holdThe fairytale continued, like all the words I’d ever readIt would win against all evil, it would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2791534/ Silhouette of my mind painted in black Streaks and lines of white begin to crackSubtly faded into stone so old it crumblesIt belongs to a place that holds a weary building I stare across a wall that seems never-ending Wondering why I came here of all placesThis belongs to the death of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2791531/ a dream i had last night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2788752/ if you’ve grieved, this could be you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2782262/ A fall from grace, My heart wanders the land of the living And the trail that follows feels like a fog of my soul bleeding My heart’s race,It's a tiresome, lonely fight of fear My effort to escape the ones I love and hold so dearI drag prints of my mistakesand the regrets of my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2775310/ Into the woods, I awake as the starry night fills my spaceA hole so deep, I fall in quick but I feel it is too lateMy hands grip tightly to the grass that sleeks far as it sleeks backI hear the night call my name, but my heart still feels his lackI cry songs like the birds on the branches that reach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2775295/ I live inside, like every other human being Have a passion for life, like every other human being I wake up at night, I see the stars in the skyI touch your soul through my eyes,Like every other human being My name rings a thousand words Which paint a subtle picture. The millions of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanalee/2765574/