http://slow.writerscafe.org/JJustPulsing The original writings of author Huh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058460 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2920246/ It’s not that I want to see, I want to be, I want to contain all the sadness that ever existed. Each tear drop beading to a tip that drips off the edge of an eyelid. Cause I feel possessive; it’s mine, I’m the one sad. It’s not that I’m possessive, I’m the one sad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2920039/ There'd be nothing wrong with me, I'm not OCD, but somehow I'm so sad. I'm so lonely. There is something different with me; something not normal.I'm not ADHD at all; I never thought I was. Obsessive compulsive disorder, It's not obsessive, but it's a devotion and focus that comes off as obsessive. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2919920/ "The lonely that lingers" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2919685/ Synesthesia: experiencing other senses from an unrelated sense such as sight, sound, or touch, even smell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2910723/ Does anyone else have dreams just bustling to be born? Here I put mine, feel free to comment me yours. This is a bubble of dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2908391/ What does Writer's Cafe mean to you? Is it a free and unique reading resource. Is it egomania where you can constantly post who you are and receive feedback? Is it your fanfiction? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2908390/ Where should this excerpt go? Front, middle, end? I'm leaning towards the end. Please forgive, it's not edited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2905759/ Landslide - Fleetwood MacI took my love, I took it downI climbed a mountain and I turned aroundAnd I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills'Til the landslide brought me downOh, mirror in the skyWhat is love?Can the child within my heart rise above?Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?Can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2905758/ Kally is a 21-year-old female who admitted to Madonna Rehabilitation Hospital (MRH), Lincoln Traumatic Brain Injury Unit on 11/07/2023. She suffered a traumatic brain injury on 09/13/2023 during a motor vehicle accident. The patient’s car was T-boned on the driver side, and then traveled off t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2905757/ Forewords,Madonna Rehabilitation Hospitals-Lincoln Campus (Lincoln, Nebraska) Endear me with patience. Much this book will require. Exact documentation of a TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) patient. If you have or have met someone endowed with TBI, perhaps this book is for you. If you’ve been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2905756/ I'm asking the community to please assist me. I think I have a story to tell and I want to tell it, but I don't know how to organize this into a decent book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2905755/ My own thoughts on what I write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2814303/ Westernization effects the world. Battle scarred ground can be seen. This poem is about all things taken and then forgotten, because the past doesn't live on, life does. Unedited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2814300/ All of My Strengths,Are my Strongest weaknessesAnd all the Strengths that make me who I amAre the things that make me struggle where no one else struggles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2812248/ A moment in my mind: Pure, unedited thoughts. Sometimes inane, lacking intense vocabulary. A very sporadic, slightly OCD, anxious, all-business mind. Just to note. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2808471/ Red on White is such a vast color difference, especially if it's not supposed to be there, so that's why it's a picture used so often. This is just a picture for me to remember injustice can rein, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2807772/ Beneath my skin is a promise "I'll try",But Beneath my heart is a promise I'm stained Red with...like tinted glass in a church yard.And the fabric of my skin,woven in pallid wool-like cottonIs thin, and begging for...someone to tattoo it like a map with inkA stamp of approval,To sooth my ailing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2805958/ About two pages, just some bumbling thoughts to myself. The paradox between joy and pain, but more importantly, how proud I am to be myself, even if that's understated. Some linguistics. Not edited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2805925/ I like to think music models life; it shows life on the scale of time. It's composed like stories which are really just emotions and scenes, but the true power of music is in the truths it hides. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2805304/ Life...brings nightmareous storms, sometimes with thunder-eyes that always seem to track us. Running can keep us unwounded, but also unfound. So I hide treasures; pieces of me in between, to find. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2804705/ Scribbles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2804333/ Just an intro. to me, cause I'm new and felt like fiddling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2804316/ Fear pulling me as I glower over what appears to be a grand canyon's clutch -- where we come from vs. how we got here. A chasm where identities are lost and false promises rein -- innocent. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JJustPulsing/2804236/