http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aquosin The original writings of author Draven en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972523 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15      My life was defined by pain and suffering. I was born in the fire, it was all that I knew. From such an early age the trailer I lived in was more of a warzone than a home. I felt like a captive there, unable to escape, unable to be rescued. There were so many times that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2860327/      Family time in my house was always scarce, but sometimes we did have genuine fun. I think the most enjoyable times we ever had together were when Peter Jackson was making The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Each new one would be bought by my Dad and we would all get together.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2860315/      While I never knew about most of it at the time, my parents had very bad experiences in their own lives growing up. My Mom was the youngest of her other four siblings. She had two brothers and two sisters. Grandma was a tall giant of a woman, but a gentle giant she was... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2860313/      My grandparents were the highlight of my early childhood. They had a house in a nearby town and they regularly brought me over to spend the night, so much that for a while I actually believed that I lived there and would merely visit with my parents back at the trailer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2860312/     One of the first major lessons of life I learned is that people will lie to you, and that nothing is permanent, especially when it comes to those who claim that they love you.     There were a few years of my early childhood where my Aunt and Uncle li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2860305/ I am the product of a flame that chose to dance with a can of gasoline.     I grew up in a small town in Ohio that was known for two things: people that were on drugs all the time and notoriously up to no good, and the kids they had who were much the same way. Worse was that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2860304/ My Children,     When I was a teenager, my father gave me a letter which he had written for me before I was born. It talked about the pain of his upbringing and with it, he told me of what he called the Sins of the Forefathers, a generational curse in which a boy will be abu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2860303/ This book is my legacy. It is the story of the things that I went through growing up, all the torture and pain, and explore the darkness of the mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2860302/ The raindrops pitter patter on the rooftopsThe way your little feet once didAcross the floor of our homeWhen you first took steps and learned to walk.I remember the songs you'd sing,Playing in your room with your toys.They echo in my heart,My melancholy lullabyWhile I cry myself to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2825807/ I stand in my empty houseWith its empty rooms in the silenceWhich screams so loudI can hear nothing else.I've conquered it: my Hollow Kingdom,Void of the sounds of playing children,Starved of love and warmth and passion,Tainted by the pain that reverberatesWith every step I take... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2825806/ You smile all the whileyou tear off the mask that I wear.It's true that I'm scared, I'm far from prepared,You lead me to places I could never dare to be.I've tragically held myself hostage -The cost is apparent: I'm hardly a parent,Being transparent, although I'm embarrassed,But in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2825805/ I look in your eyes and I see myself reflected,My smile dancing across the waves of your irisIn the most unrestrained and carefree of ways.Staring back, you see no broken pieces,But instead a hero to aspire towards,A friend to appreciate, a guide to follow.You see me as I am, for all tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2825804/ Emotions dance each time you're near,An epic struggle of love and fear.One hand grips the Cupid's bow,The other weilds the war god's spear.Back and forth they twist and turnLike rose petals falling in flames to burn.I hold my each and every breath,Although I know it leads to death... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2825803/ I hold your hand in mine,Feel the softeness of your fingersAs we dance the waltz of time.Our eyes lock, portals of memory depictingthe days of grime we've crawled throughTo moments with rays of shine and I'm...I'm lost in you, yet I found myslelfIn the shades of ocean blue.You waited.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2825802/ Reality seems a mirage on the horizonTill at last you arrive and are passed suddenly by.Your stomach knots and your heart achesAs you realize the depth of your mistakes.Life is what you make of it,Yet often we merely take of itSimple pleasures to escape from itAnd soon all options are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2825801/ A telling of the story of my life and the things I have been through, both things done to me, as well as things I have done to others, and the lessons that can be learned from it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/2161433/ I am here to tell you I know not what to tell you.I have no words for the things that I feel,no sentences to explain such love or fear.I love deeper that what I can describe,and if I could, well, I have not the energy to do so.I am a poet well spent, I'm afraid.I cannot express a love of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1799356/ I feel the burn when I think of it,Like licking poison off your fingertips.Catastrophe awaits me if I open upThe gates to my brain's guarded interior,A sensation of sudden death kills me fast.I'll think myself to permanent sleep -Each possible outcome, every end and “if”.Wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1795623/ Asleep, softly breathing in the nightLike snowflakes falling to the groundAs angel kisses brush a child's cheek.You are the embodiment of beauty,And I've fallen in love with youThe same way falling stars cut the skyOn their plummet towards the waiting earthWith your waiting arms open t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1795608/ The trees stood tall in the valley,Waters flowed from the mouth of the riverAnd the birds kissed sky with their songs.Grass formed a flawless carpet upon the land,The voices of nature's praise to the Lord Rose up to meet His presence.Then one day the clouds came,Grey like an menacing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1779073/ It's cute to me, so very precious,how your eyes hide truth through little lieswhen you've no idea how to play this game.Did you think I wouldn't notice?I don't wanna hurt you, scream or shout.I don't wanna argue or kick you out.Why does every woman betray my trust?Why is my Love just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1772024/ I wanna capture this moment:the rain beginning to pitter patteron the roof while you lay sleepingin the bedroom in the calm darkness.I sit here with high hopes,wanting to write you a beautiful poembut my thoughts run from mebefore I can press them to the page.But then, maybe that's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1770519/ What does it mean, to be a soldier?What does it mean it be human?And what is it to be both?What am I in this swirling massof electrical signals echoing,genetically altered flesh thrashingin the confines of this armor?It is my guardian, it is my tomb.Beneath the visor there is thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1460124/ We kept moving the next morning and traveled throughout the day. It was an easy journey compared to yesterday, but I felt nervous around Rose, though I knew I didn't need to be. I figured that it was my breakdown from the previous night. The truth was that I didn't belong with her. I nearly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1389298/ I can feel you within me, part of me.Watching, waiting, lurking amongthe thoughts of my mind, taking over.Your hunger is never to be satisfied,feasting on demons and angels alike.Your lust does not discriminate.But know that your days are numbered.I am going to kill you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1374193/ Horthal kept the caravans moving until the sun had nearly set. We prepared a camp and by dark we had a few fires going and everyone had eaten. They were merry people, dancing and singing and telling stories around the peaceful warmth of the flames. 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The morning air smelled of sorrow, and the light hid behind grey storm clouds that seemed ready to weep for him just as we all were. Before the crowd was a pedistol where Otlam had placed Kruk's hammer and armor, along wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1370221/ Otlam's cottage was small and plain. We sat in the kitchen at his small wooden table, a cozy fireplace flickering in the background. Mili sat in her chair and stared at me intently. I tried to avoid her gaze, though I felt her eyes stabbing at me. "You have a nice little place here," I said .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1370220/ A long dirt road passed through a grassy field of green that stretched on as far as the eye could see. Clouds provided us with shade from the sun high above. Everything was perfect, even the breeze that brushed lightly through our hair. 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Mark stares at the table, deep in thought.Mark - You talked about fathers in your first book - the way they affect people and can easily lead to a criminal lifestyle.John - You had a bad father?Mark - A bad father? Yeah, I guess he could be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1311525/ Camera: ON - Interrogation room* There is an atmosphere of tension that lingers about the room, tension beyond comprehension. The small room holds nothing other than a plain metal table within its cold grey walls. Two stools are bolted to the floor. Along the left wall is a large glass window, tinte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aquosin/1310967/