http://slow.writerscafe.org/codymacken The original writings of author Cody Michael en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022650 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  i cut my self every night to make sure im still alive. that pain i feel makes me know i can feel something other then the numbness i feel. yes its in part due to the alchol i draink and the blow i inhale do lines of. but even those are to make me feel a diferent kind of numb. its sad...i can r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/1061347/ I thought getting away from all the people, the situations, the place where my pain could keep torment me that i would get better. that i would be happy. I was wrong. Its a harsh reality to confess to, however one must face reality sooner or later. im not happy. the situations have been replaced by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/1002604/ creas me sweetly in deep slumber,kiss me softly subtle and long,tweral me in circles to blur my hell,squeeze me tenderly pulling me along,lift me in strong embrace never leting go,drop me teasingly into feather soft feilds,chase me in dream-like clouds,make me see the beauty in the pools reflection,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/948142/ I give up. you finally broke me,i give in,to all your sin,i will become your drone,souless with out question,i give the fight up,you win. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/942651/ broken heart upon the floor,crushed to dust,blown so far,come back togather,heal your wounds,so that you can be broken to dust,just once more,when time comes,the lie revealed,you cant fix a broken heart,damage done is damage forever,just accept the brokeness,and c**k the cracks,mold the vernear,to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/940183/ broken soul departed from the living body,shredded integrity made of a tattered mindbruised body conformed from the violations of the violators,gross and dirty is the feeling of each facet of the being dead is the person still walking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/924364/ baby babydressed all up,spread them legs,give me love,fifty dollors a round,makes you feel better.baby baby,dressed all up,giving love,for fifty a night,feeling so dirty,living so unloved,saving for school,paying his bills,looking for work.baby baby,dressed all up,looking so dirty,feeling so dead,do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/917100/ seek me out of trepidation,pave me a path to a home sweet home,find me peace in a quiet pasture,near an far from flowing water's.make me a bed of warmth and love,filled with soft blankets and flufy pillows,kiss me sugar sweet dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/863973/ I don't know...Im just so depressed and writing how I feel and what i do makes thing's a little more...a little less painful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/844985/ Dear God,I know that we don't talk very much any more...but i need your help. im not sure what to do any more.  everything hurts so much. Im losing my will to go on. i don't understand why this is happening to me. but if you could give me some kind of a sign that all this pain is meant&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/844496/ heavy is the heart,overwhelmed in pain,broken is the mind,from all the strain,weak is the body,stressed and over come.tattered is the soul,entranced in shame.walled up are the emotions,to keep one sane,deprived are the eyes,watching hopeless things.lost are the ears,hearing sad t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/843800/ cut me deep,nice and slow.make me bleed,from head too toe.sharp as a razor,as quick as a word,you make me want to bleed,cut me deep,bleed me out,free me,save me,let me bleed you out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/843601/ Scattered is the pieces that once formed the heart in my chest,taken and broken by the will of others.Tattered is the mind once so subtle in my head,suffocated by the stress that turmoils from life.Scared is the flesh upon my once flawless arm,cut down by the razor to keep sane a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/843599/ make me feel pretty,dress me up in pink,light shades of velvet color,strong and swift.make me feel loved,showered with red hearts,covered in tendered kisses,so very light and true,make me feel wanted,held up high above,given a welcoming invite,unshaken and pure, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/829344/ Im Cody M Macken, im 18...Gayer then a three dollar bill...or at least that is what some of my family tells me...haha i dont f*****g care...im gay...i love dick so those that are vomiting at the thought of two guys sucking and f*****g eachother can suck it up and get over it...it not like i dont hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/827512/ my desire, my love,flee not the temptation,rather embrace it.flowing like smooth sails,over a velvet sky.entrance thy self in humble acceptance,un-belittled by pessimistic nature.uplift yourself in a beautiful abode,unravished by cruel fates labyrinth.deny any othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/824749/ burning ember upon the floor,shimmering in potential,drowning in ash,seeking out the world, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/824747/ essence in dreams,a fog in my mind,entrancer of my pain,releaser of my dignity,luster of my integrity,carnal to my senses,fugitive of my heart,breaker of my soul.lingering in a tangible hand grasp,yet just out of my reach. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/809530/ Slumber yourself into the unwelcome place,cover yourself in shroud's, tribute to your remorse,seek your out through the loving curse of the razor,numb your mind with the bliss you endure,bleed out the pain, feeling no recourse.Stiffile your mind with better times,promise it all gets better.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/806491/ Laying on a feather weight of petles,I stair at the heavens,hoping for your touch,yearning for your love,your gental embrace after a fall,your soothing voice durring a storm  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/804253/ MidnightThe young boy awakens abruptly, startled by the loud noise coming from down the hall. Taking his teddy bear, he pulls the covers over his head trying to counsel and hide himself away. Tiers fill his eyes as the noise begins to drift closer. The clanking sounds of foot steps as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/804060/ I'v been having a lot of problems in my life, most of them rooting from my child hood. I'm trying to face them through writing out the emotions I have pent up, now its time for me to face its reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/803984/ Depression is like a drug that I can't quite on my own,It holds me close, a captive shackled by its weight,Cut deep into me, it's the only thing i know,It makes me feel safe, alive.Im addicted to it's cold touch.The one thing that always came back to me.Tenderly caressing  my cheek,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/803723/ I look into your eyes,seeing only sadness,pain,remorse. I feel your sadness young child,I know your pain,I hold your remorse within my palms.Young child,I look into your eyes,I see into your mind,I see the hurt you've been caused,I see the strife you conceal.Young child,Take my hand,Let me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/803640/ The geopolitical stability in the united states is on the verge of collapse from the degraditation of the oil industry. As the dominate known life form of the planet, our species has based a rare, but unique substance as the foundation of our exsistence. petrolrolum is a rare phonomenon, taking mill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/803527/ my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts,depression is like a drug,words are scars that cut six inches deep,noone knows thoe,im hideing hear,dieing hear,your words are like whips,your whips are like words,they all leave scars,flesh,fleshless,it all scars,it never fades,time dosn't heal all hear,eaternity .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/803147/ The hidden truth,that lies behind the poker face of a young boy,the formation of two realities,wishing only to live in one.His face expressionless,his eyes,filled with the truth,the truth that his lips fear to speak,that his eyes gush with tears,to burn away.Engraved in his memory,seen in his dreams.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/803145/ Depression forms its greedy grasp,Protruding from the seed planted long ago,emursing, entwining, growingShackled by the ununifyed nature,remorsed for the unforseen, unknown past that lies within us all,It's darkness ensnairs the captive,feeding on the sadness, broken dreams,lost hopes.The desie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/803117/ the trepidation goes deeper then the mind set of sin,where the completion of ones vows meet the grating end by a demonic plague,somewhere deep inside yourself you say to stop but you keep going,keep driving the stake deeper,the hole you dug is  deep and round,can you live with the trespasses?ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/codymacken/803094/