http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nomorose The original writings of author Nomo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972852 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Been awhileI know it's hard to listenI know it's hard to seeThings that we go through on a dailyI keep messing up my lifeYeah people say "it's not your fault"I know what I've doneI've seen how it affects peopleI can't sleep for a centI'll lay there tossing and turningI ask for fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2779067/ Called to see how you doingNevermind that's a lieI've been going through itsimple conversations complicatedI wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myselfno sleep for the past six daysmy mind is a little loopyThe time I'm facingThe days lessen I don't much time left To tell you how I feel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2772878/ I go through my picturesI see so few happy memoriesI just wanted a happy memory that I could look onNone of them were that happy...I wished my father was nicerI wished he wasn't an addict I wished he wasn't abusiveI wanted a normal childhood growing up...My mother never thereI wished she was there I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2772512/ Sitting in a lifewondering where does it endHow can I make it quickerTo see the endI see the truth of so many thingsI use my mind to block them outI don't want to believe that I don't want to remember things from my past Yet they are a part of me nowMaybe it's true my past doesn't define who I amI l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2772510/ How can I give you all of meWhen I am only half of what you wantI try to live up to your expectationsI miss you every time I f**k up here and there and in betweenI just want to be the perfect little girl that you want http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2772448/ These tears keep fallingKnowing I can't be by your side Day and nightI miss you terriblyMy arms feel empty without youI miss the way that we dancedOur words twisting a new poemGentle carcasses and sweet whispersFalling asleep to your wordsMy lips are cold without youMy bed feels empty everynightNot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2772441/ Growing up I felt I spoken two languagesMy mind and body constantly argued like an old couple that feels out of lovelike two sisters fighting for space in a crowded bedroomI remember the day I broke down countless times in front of youCrying, I apologized, numerous times, I said I was sorry for bein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2771571/ If these walls could talkWhat would they sayWould they speak of what they seenWhat they been throughDo they know what it's like?If these walls could talk Would they say please stop hurting yourself?Would they tell you it's gonna be ok?Would the walls forgive you for punching a hole or two?If these w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2771566/ Life is strange wouldn't you say?The ups and downsThe s***s and the runsThe different parts of life such a mystery We can't all control every single aspect of lifeWe just need to let go and let things looseYes, we may need to try control parts, but in reality, do we really have control?(Barleygirl)H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2771564/ There's a candy cane in the ceiling Can I eat it?Should i eat it?How did it get thereIs it safe to eat?It's not on the floorSo is it safe?I think I might eat it Just for fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2771363/ If I wrote my futureWhat would I put in itWould I put in loveWould I put in funWould I put in good thingsWhat if someone else wrote my future? How would they write it?Would my future be like a Stephen King book?Or something like a fairytale? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2771179/ These strings attached to meI can't seem to break looseMy arms won't moveMy legs won't runSuspended in the airI see these figures out in the distanceThey roar and chantSeeming to be singingA rush of wind passesI see another like meThey have strings attached to their arms and legsTheir face, bright w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2771135/ Take a pen1,000 hours and a mile of inkGives birth to sketches and wordsAnything that I thinkThe clever and absurdWhat is this penImagination? Contemplation?Whiskey dreams,Flagrancy seems to be contemplationA variation of Creation?A reduction of protraction?Of wise thoughts and lunacyI write the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2770655/ These voices are loudThe sky is blueCount the cloudsBreath through your mouthDeep breathsRemove your hand from the bottleNo don't look at the timeFeel the warmth from outsideListen to the music Feel the rhythmTap your feet along to the beatLet the wind and the music take you awayFeel that smile on y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2770602/ Watching you take that step, wandering and wondering whyWhy did I have to see that gunAm I next?Seeing it take place in that movie theaterYou walking up to herLooking her in the eyeLooking for that certain glint of fearBefore you shoot her in the head twice Clean shot, clearly seen Before you brough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2770112/ Just a cracked vaseHollow on the insideThese cracksThey keep breakingMore and moreEveryday...Deeper insideWish I could take summa those pillsI want to feel goodI keep this alcohol by my sideJust to drown inI keep swimming Your words they say“That’s just messed up”Ya know that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2768558/ The setting sunAnd my lover waits below a stark craigJust minutes to darkCrepuscular blissShe awaits with a soft kissAs the stars begin to winkWith a waxing gibbous moonLighting my pathso I can see along the cliffThe salted breezeBrings her scent to my faceCalmly I pace on the sea ledgeAnxious to se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2768120/ A velveteen doll propped on a shelfI have no thoughts or feelings for myselfSomething just not somebodyJust some bodySomething to be used over and overI don't deserve the title"Girl"These tears roll down my faceThey threatened to wrinkle the laceOf the dress I wear for himTo try to look primA smile .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2767979/ A little girl is sitting on the ledge, looking over the edge, she could see only so far down, it looks as if there is no end.Just pitch black all the way down. The only source of light is the sliver moon resting in the night sky. Behind her, lies a forest, she was always curious about what was insid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2767975/ Even through the darknessThere is lightI see itI reach itIt's so bright It so calmingIt something that is hard to explainBut here I goI feel at peace with myselfI feel as if I can handle whats around meI look to the good I don't look to the badEven when I'm down The light is thereI tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2764931/ Give us a minute or twoWhat we say is gonna be trueYou say this or thatSo now we’re gonna have this chatThere are people who’ve been through thingsTaking these words“Everybody has voices, hers are just a little louder”Yeah, I have loud voicesPeople say, “give her a brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2764719/ Have you seen the worldHave you seen the sunHave you seen the moonHave you seen the galaxyHave you seen the starsHave you seen marsHave you seen the solor systemHave you seen the sky The world is beautiful You can't change what we seeParts of the world isn't pretty Yet we choose .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2764717/ Outside I standThe cars parked outsideThe snow glistens in the sunThe evergreens sway gently Clouds are fluffy and light The sky is so blue its clear like a pool of waterI hear birds in the distanceThey talk to eachotherBirds speak in their own tounge I wonder what they talk aboutA ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2763814/ I know you don't understandI wear these scarsI carry them for what I didI carry them for the storyI know you don't understandThe pain carved into meThe attempts to dissapearIt's not a taleI spoke to myself todayI'm ashamed of what I've becomedI stand with arms wide openedI'm not made of stoneRight o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2763585/ I must tell a story A story must be told in such dialogueBut I am sorry my story is told in peotryMy story is painted in such way it may not make senseStarted when a girl was youngThey were never wanted Always tossed aroundMother left them to dieFather came Father went to prisionMothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nomorose/2763572/