http://slow.writerscafe.org/amindyk The original writings of author Alli en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776117549 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yes child,The good times will passbut do not let this bring you downbecause so too will the bad.Remember:The sun always rises & fallsThe moon always brings lightness to dark;I have moonlight within me,illuminating my depths, guiding mein the direction of my soul(Note to self: it is okay to chang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/1666208/ You find yourself waiting, impatiently fearing the moment where it all goeswrong.Holding strong to self destructive tendencies just in case the symphonies of your soul are not played out quite so beautifully.But sister,what if it all goes right?Just because it’s never happeneddoesn’t mea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/1666200/ Child:It is no wonder your heartis not beating as it should.Your years have been spentmending its brokenchambers.You are made of woundsstitched together withlies & neglect;It is no wonder you feelso empty,It is no wonder there isso much you cannot feel.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/1601331/ The essence of smoking evergreen awake me from the depths of mydreams. It's the whir of crackling, of lumber ignited, that reminds me: eventrees hold their breath.Lumberjacks will come back tenyears from now to reveal the firescars of their past. My wounds lie hid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/1504540/ My sentences trail offdown the paths of my ambitionsup mountainsdown riverbedsoutwardin the direction my soulwishes to wander;I'm never finished;I'm simply always goinggoinggoing;     growing; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/1503068/ Often I find myself grievingthe six thousand four hundred hourslost to sterile bed sheetslaced in saline dripsand salty tears.I used to count passing momentsin heartbeats:one hundred fifty million lost to the choir of monitors;My heart:the metronome,the oc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/1503066/ It's 3am on Fridayand you lieawake homesick fora place you've never had a home.These walls leave youtrapped. listening assirens of emergency vehiclespierce thesilence of darknessscreaming ofurgency andimmortality.You yearnfor the pines that whisper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/1501107/ You curse thethunderstorms in your eyes forgetting it is exactlythe lightning strikesthat will shock you backinto living; lifeis so beautiful but all you feel is thehurricanecarving its path throughyour lungsso you're left tossingprofanities to the wind; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/1473806/ 1.If no one cared, it would be so much easier to just disappear; 2. won't you just let mewhither away into myown empty darkness?                       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/1470083/ You were nineteen that summerYour eyes trapped rainbowsYour words leaked sunsets Mother cried when you leftShe didn’t know if her baby would come homeMothers are not supposed to purchaseTheir child’s gravestone. You called As often a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/958939/ The flowers are deadPressed in the pages of dusting journalsThat hide between the self-help booksYou never bothered to read. You haven’t touched itSince he touched you, sinceThe leather reminds you of his skinAgainst yours, sinceThe blank pages remind y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/957627/ My paperheart has been mistreatedAnd torninto a thousand pieces But then I pickedup all the paper piecesAnd workedthem all till they becameA thousandlittlePaper cranes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/832358/ As a child She said: I never felt more alive than that instantbefore you drop from the peak of a swingAnd never have I felt more dead than thatinstant I realized                Icouldn’t swing forever... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/816409/ Suicide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/815484/ Bipolar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/815483/ Depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/815482/ Recovery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/815480/ Self injury http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/815479/ Happiness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/815476/ Rape http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/815472/ Orange Slice Smiles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/815471/ Lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amindyk/815468/