http://slow.writerscafe.org/danalyn The original writings of author danalyn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012990 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For my mother who grows more tired throughout the day dealing with five kids and struggling with the grasps of the hospital's medical stench.For my father who braves the 3 AM traffic for me to see my friends, waiting outside the bar to make sure I get home drunk yet safe. For my sibling who bra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2890727/ I fear the time When graduation comesOur caps falling along Those bright gymnasium lightsI will have no one to turn toMy graduation gown swishing aloneAs all my friends go to othersIn teary embraces and short lived congratulationsAnd I will stand thereAlways a choiceAnd never The one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2885389/ I feel it slipping away The memories of a life before Melting into small compilationsOf nostalgic sugary confectionUpon the dirty streetMy brain is slippingThe crevices being scrapped cleanOf any semblance of memory Being reborn as a babe with noSelf-autonomy, no knowledgeOf who she w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2880820/ I hate himNot with the hatred of fireOr the scary strength of the seaThe anger of falling stars Or the explosion of planetsBut the simmering of oilThe high whistle of a tea kettle And the annoyance of dissonant singingPaired with the scraping of a forkI hate himBut hate is so strongStrong .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2880641/ i would rather sink to a stranger's embracefeel strange hands wandering overmy sidesrather than feel your blasted warmthwhere your imprints still stay betweenmy thighsfeel your familiar fingertips rove overin supposed loveeven if the strangeness of their loveof one I only just met i would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2877484/ To wander and wallow Through what is called the seaRather I would wish for you To carry me upon the brushing wavesMy knees grazed with salt and fingersColdLet me wade into the quiet of the streamThe pulsating push and pull of water, Growing alike to reality of life itself. But ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2876143/ It goes more than teenage yearning The simplistic wishing for kisses and hugs For someone to buy flowers and brush your hairTo take you to dinner and say "I love you" But it goes to searching for a human connectionMoreso than the familial obligation of your parentsOr one by fate with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2876133/ The wish to die without intentBut only through accidentTo leave this world behindWithout the physical commitmentTo pass through a slip and fall Or a violent hit and runTo lay there bleeding, smilingHaving achieved what so many wished for Rather than be found, Those deliberate wrists l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2875303/ If I ever got the chance To wander in front of GodAnd ask Him a simple questionWith the guarantee of an answerI would ask who inspired HimIn the midst of the abyssWhere there lies no centerNo gravitational pointOnly the ever expandingNothing. Alike to how God felt, Hisfingertips reaching o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2875252/ TW: Abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2869605/ And I hope you keep writingFuck I hope you all do I hope that even if we are thrown to the streetsWhen papers burn at the thought of tattooed wordsIf they outlaw imagination to be spun out of controlEven thenI hope you continue to write Even if your hands break from the responsibility of i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2869373/ As my heart darts fervently Crawling through the three feet between us Between your crowding bodies, limbs intertwined Yet I, left lonely on an empty isleLeft surrounded by an emptiness profoundThat my feet dangle along the edgesBlurred by tears and heads heavy I feel my hands te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2869355/ when we return to our base of instinctsCrawl and curve unto ourselvesShedded and protected against the worldAs the moss grows overAnd the bugs and caterpillars crawl inside us when we return to lie upon the ground The soils gathering within our corneasAs my feet tap dance upon the barrenAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2864975/ And I wishedThat I experienced everythingWith you The chaos, the pain Your birth into someone I never knew And your rebirth into the liar I loved I wished I experienced you In your lovelinessSuch blessed grace, dottingAlong the constellationOn your faceYour fiery emotio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2863578/ And I felt the same dizzying, drug induced feeling, swirling around all through my veins, lighting the nerves on my dancing feet and grinning eyes. I felt too addicted to such a feeling, but every time your eyes grinned back, I inhaled this lovely drug once more.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2860993/ There is a profound sense of loneliness found only in the middle of the night, when the streets are still bustling with the swearing of cars, the building shaking with the mirth of laughter, and the silence filled with unsounding regret.People find community in being alone, a small amount of time to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2860365/ Fill in my pauses For meSpeak when I stumbleAnd stutter with stupid filler wordsHold my hand, intertwinedHear, feel, my heart break And break our eyes aligned Please guide me Till the end of time Finish this last story of mineUntil its ending And when the page closesSta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2860363/ No parentEver looks into the eye of their childWith so much vitriolWith so much hateAnd so much disappointment Without meaning itNo parentCalls their child a disgraceA worthless piece of bullshitA regretful thing of creationWithout meaning it No parent asks you to sorry afterwardsAsks you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2856244/ What I wanted to sayTruly, truly wish to say to you,Only lays under the rubble and debris, Under moss and deteriorating natureUnder white skeletons of fathers and mothers,A few limbs of meaning, fingers full of memoryLay between the gaps of destruction, lifeless, nowIn its wake of the crackling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2854946/ TW: Description of Suicide and Self-Harm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2854591/ Its not somethingThat disappears, Not completely That such feelings could fall underThe false pretenses of reconciliation, Is a lie. In the name of peace and Resolving tensionSuch strong feelings of Disappointment and shame Never run out, never entirely I know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2854290/ The wicker never meltedThe world never turnedHe never had left And instead stayed with me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2852381/ Such delicate feetOn delicate glassHearts whose beats tearsMy eyes with bloodDancing and drummingAgainst my head and its voicesWaking me in the dark nightThat drumming ache To reach acrossThis vast expanse of cotton and softTo find another beating heartWarm, bleeding against meYet it felt as if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2852380/ Waves upon wavesWaiting upon waitingWorries upon worries Wallowing alone Why did I snap? At her? A sliver of anger Toward no one deserving Her, a victim, of such slivers When my love for sharp tonguesAnd nasty scenes of sin Starts to overwhelm my tirednessAnd the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2852092/ I want to be air.Particles of insensitive, nip-bitingLife- giversWho could never bond or touchTheir counterpartsOr else their love willBe made visible, compact,And would fall to the groundI want to enter her lungsTo touch and make each bronchioles bloomLet rich red flow through blue veinsAnd make he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2851141/ CW: Swearing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2850911/ A child isn’t allowed to make mistakes “Of course they are, they are onlyChildren.”What if she was not a child anymore?“Then she can make mistakes, We are only human”What if she doesn’t see herselfAs human, as child“Then what is she?”PerfectO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2850775/ On being alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2850322/ Note: Thoughts of Death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2850085/ this ones a bit more simpler but i liked the power of repetition in poems the most! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2849962/ My voice mimics hisWhen volume increasesAnd anger unbridledAnd tension risesMy face mimics his When wrinkles grow deeperAnd stress grows olderAnd guilt worsensMy mouth mimics hisWhen it formsFurious vowels and constantsPoised to strike, impale, bleed My body mimics his Hands a flurry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2849757/ One of my favorite mondays this year http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2849735/ That is the point right?“Point of what?” Point of life“And that is?” To love so much That it rivals death’s ownTo love so much That once this pain passesAnd death swallows you whole, Your love is taken from wounded fingers, bleeding knuckles&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2849733/ When you want to learn to write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danalyn/2849582/