http://slow.writerscafe.org/juseuu The original writings of author Juse en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003397 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm a fan of just being-like the fields, skies, and seas in different states and colors. the sun's gentle touch on your skin. the ocean simply being itself; the waves, the smell of sand. the earth's breath, the kiss of rain, the greens-their leaves dancing in harmony. the birds chirping, their song .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2947458/ in this void,a soft soul remains,empty, broken,yearning yet left unspokenwandering through silent nights,trapped in thoughts, I can't fight,drowning in echoes lost to sightthe weight of longing rises and falls,I cry, burdened, yet no one calls,left unheard... stuck within the wallstill then, I surre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2931739/ you have questioned your worth�"from the haunting echoes of sadness, and painto questioning your own existence�"why do I deserve this?am I not enough? am I even humane enough?you keep asking yourself. is it because the universe keeps giving you signs, and you keep ignoring them?or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2930632/ as the water begins to fallis her wounded and shattered self's callsometimes she's not herselfshe cries, feels lonely and uncertain to ask for helpyet she's like the rainbowafter an agony, trying to flee from miseryshe still brings hope and joyto those who feel empty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2901277/ I'm lost, that I can't find my way back home, so lost, that the silence is so loud,it screams�"'I want to be found'... until when will I be a prisoner of these untwined thoughts? when I'm just finding answers, searching for what I've lost? each echo is a pleading sympathy, surrounded by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2899044/ I craved silence so muchthat I never expectedit would turn into somethingI now long to escape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2880705/ if forgiving means healing,then how come until now,I'm breaking? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2857632/ there are no words to expressthe pain and the emptinessI feel, the solitudewhich I no longer findterrifying, no one will everunderstand the unseen miseryfor which I've been holding,fretting yet dreadingto fit in this agonizing world,calling me the 'lazy...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2854945/ Just so you know,the poems I've written,the marks and arts I bestowedupon my bliss and suffering,to exist and flourish in this planet,will keep my soul, alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2854940/ she wanted to disappear,in a quiet and untold place,where they can't find her,where she finds beautyin trees and flowers, peacein leaves, dancing and birdschirping... as the nature whispersmusic to her ears,freeing her from anguish;winds, softly touching her skin,casting away all her sorrows,there s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2853809/ that moment you saw me,I looked into your eyes,and that I knew,you will never be mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2853734/ and so there was Igazing at the starsponderingabout life I wishI'd never had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2849668/ she found comfort in the water, yet she struggled to break free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2848972/ I've been cursed mywhole life,the world hated me somuch.I envy people'shappiness,the acceptance and lovethey received.I had dreams,but I've lost hope.New day, same oldliving.Life sucks! I wanted to end my life,but killing oneself isa sin.A choice must be made,so,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2848669/ when you're confident,you're arrogant.when you're silent,you're a coward.when you're insecure,you're weak.nonetheless,you defend yourself,now you're guilty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2848655/ Life is unfair for everyone,making it worth living, is a choice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2847882/ She is an undefined beauty and a chaos,and that makes her one of a kind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2847802/ The audacity to write is the grit of an artistic mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2847619/ I saw her looking at me,her eyes were filled with rage and jealousy.I have always been kind to her,loved her like my sister;she was generous and kind,swore to protect me at all times.She looked away like nothing happened;she wanted to destroy me,ruin me out of sheer desperation;I'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2847445/ Little miss her tortures and punishes herself whenever she's not feeling okay. Little miss her blames herself whenever she thinks she has hurt someone. Little miss her cries in silence every time she bursts out. Little miss her tried attempting suicide a lot of times but was hesitant to end her life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2847265/ her soul wondersthe loss of her ardent desire.Imagining herself free from anguish,like a bird, soaring in a clear blue sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2847262/ Yes,she exists. Agirl with honor and principles. Shehas loved, hasa broken heart but when you meet her, youcan see hope in her eyes. Whenshe loves, sheloves wholeheartedly. Shehas her secrets,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juseuu/2846515/