http://slow.writerscafe.org/msnikkie The original writings of author Nicole Clarice Anna Wiest en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776198085 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Inspired by the one and only, Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/580703/ Yet again, my imagination runs wild and I lash out at an imaginary man covered in old gnarly tattos - Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/578913/ I spontaneously combustThrough the rustOf this steel cageCalled life.I figuratively analyzeEvery situationUntil I realizeThat the analysis Is false.I feel my wristFor my pulse.It dissipatesIntegratesLife into this body.PumpingMovingSlowly soothingMy mind. My body .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/578845/ Tomorrow is a day of graceWe cannot come to We will not faceBut in this lifeOf dreams un-weavedWe will not see                              &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/578731/ This poem is completely FICTIONAL. It is an imaginative glimpse of a vicious cycle of life and death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/578699/ The house was eerie.Dark skins cast shadows on the aligning walls. Wild animals creep within the doorways; Too wild to tame,but too tame to be wild.She sat. Curled up in the tiny roomher night hair cast over her facewaiting for the calmthe silencethat she longed for.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/424742/ "Survival of the fittest" - Herbert Spencer 1864 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/424533/ I sift through the journalof my oldest writings.A glass of winespiked with vodka in my hand.I reminisce. The "good old times"were not so good.Why couldn’t I just benormal?Depressive, anxious,addicted to drugs.Pregnant at fifteen,and clueless on love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/294530/ This beautifully delicate,artistic soul;Amongst a world of another nature.You support my every movein this strategic game of life.You read, re-read, and constructively criticize my work.You join forces with meregarding issues that I hold dear to my heart.We speak of a life,a home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/294508/ Elusive, vicious world - Naive, altruistic girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/293711/ Impalpable, naive. Inelegant, yet radiant. What? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/293708/ Unimaginative, inspiring. Imperceptible, effortless. Ongoing contradiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/293705/    I sit alonein this graveyard of my life.Searching for answers to questionsI’ve yet to learn.Discovering nothing.Opening my eyes,only to realize that they areglued shut.So I turn them into my headto watch the way my brain works;Maybe I will gain som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/288089/ The walls are closing in on me;the walls of my bloody heart.My chest aches;crashing down on my ribs.The pain is unstoppable, nor do I wish it to stop.Let me feel. So captivate me, pain.Hang on my every word.Envelop my life, my body,my being.Kiss me with your deathly li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/280616/      Can you remember a time when youlooked at a tree,through the leaves,between the branches,only to see the sky? Bypassing all things tangibleto search for another view. Experiencing something so majesticthat you cannot believe y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/280553/ If only you knewthe half of my story.Struggles no one should have to bare.I hide it well with modesty;A smile on my face,always.No one would ever guessthat this recovering addict,this teen parent,this survivor of things better left unsaid,was the one to light up a room.It has a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/279730/ Life... is a question. A series of questions perhaps. Life. What is life?Is being here enough?Do we have something to prove?And if so, to whom? Ourselves. Life. is selfish.But doesn't it have to be?To care for others, must we not ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/279728/ With every breath.Every seemingly effortless movementof myself,I concentrate.I meditate.Use the forces of my mindto say those words,"I Heartchew" Together now, we are not.In dreams ... maybe.Reality tells me that I am alone.A text message away,but still ... a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/243324/ Usually I don't write anything this happy .. but I just could not help myself this time :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msnikkie/237797/