http://slow.writerscafe.org/skylarlighten The original writings of author Skylar Lighten en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215966 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Oh the birdsThey stay Refusing to fly away Loyal to the storm And the electric wires And I do the same Sitting in your thunder Feeling the pain of a hundred wiresStill I perch,on this shaking line,though the wind bites,and the rain makes it hard to see you.You crack l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2948274/ "all that time i spent walking there, i could have been running towards you instead" - "all that time you spent walking there, i was standing still" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2948273/ I’m just tryna keep my focus. And my composure. I’m precautiousI know, I didn’t sign the disclosureI don't want them to use me as an example of burn out. Maybe it’s just the change of the seasons. It’s hitting me harder than I thought. And even though winter tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2945715/ It made sense for a while.The pieces clicked, perfectly.Two halves of one painting,found, as if by magic.And everyone saw the harmony.It made sense.For a while.But now,they say the artist painted more than just us,more than just two.That on a different wall,under different ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2945714/ Today is the beginning of the rest of my life. I feel the weight of it in the air, a shift that I can't quite explain but can sense all around me. It’s as if the past has settled into its rightful place, a chapter I’ve turned, and now the pages of today unfold before me, crisp and full o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2937150/ I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing with myself,This is all a little too much.It’s alright, but it’s not.But I won’t be a burden,I’ll say it’s alright.I’ll smile through the static in my chest,Make jokes as my insides unravel.You&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2937149/ I might be enjoying showers for the first time in my life.For the first time in my life, it didn’t feel like a chore,It felt like an escape, a sanctuary,A quiet way to take care of myself,To listen to the rhythm of the water instead of my own restless thoughts.I never understood people who too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2934940/ Something's got to give Standing and walking on a sinuous line Fine line Balancing on it. Stuck between two versions of myself Oneself. Career mindset. Self-care mindset. Live and let live. Take and never forgive. Pulling on me like strings. Pus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2927356/ New year, Same me. Just like how I want it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2925382/ Under a sky stitched with paper moons,dreams dangled like forgotten kites,the city hummed, low and constant,with this quiet but persistent hymn of neon lights.I found you there,in a corner where the dark felt soft,where the air smelled like old coffeeand someone else's regrets.Your laugh wasn’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2924309/ A response to the song "Snuff" by Slipnot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2923383/ A response poem to Thrice "Stay With Me" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2923381/ You've been in a lonely spaceI've been in a perfect stateMaybe this resonatesMaybe it hits me to think about you hurtingI wonder if it’s all just fateIf your heart breaks while mine escapes unscathedBut maybe that's the weight we bear, unearned graceMy luck, your ache - both so misplacedYou&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2923380/ Everyone has a chapter of their life they don't read out loud.Beneath the laughter, a voice whispers, “You’re not enough,”With every “I’m fine,” a thread unravels, binding us to our loneliness,We hide the trembling hands that tremble in the night,Words stuck in ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2923379/ I want you to knowIt's so good to hear your voiceAfter ages of silence,Like the sun breaking through winter's choice.You were a ghost in my memory,Fading like a star in the dawn,Yet here you are, painting colorsOn the canvas of what’s been drawn.Tell me your dreams,Are they wild or contained?H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2923378/ I'm too sweetBecause you've sugarcoated everything for me,Wrapped in lies, glazed in honey, served so beautifully,You fed me dreams, sweetened in deceit,But the sweetness fades, the truth’s bittersweet.Now I’m bitter,Like honey turned to vinegar,A taste that lingers, a truth I can't igno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2923266/ It’s strange how love can feel like recognition,like stepping into a room and finding a mirror where a wall should be.You always called me by my name,and were the only one to ever pronounce it right.Not just the syllables,but the weight of it, the air it displaces,the way it blooms between bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2923264/ I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you “Thank you.”Maybe there was never a right time.Maybe it would seem too bittersweet.Maybe it’s not something I should even say thanks for.But thank you.Thanks to you, I no longer let people step on me.Thanks to you, I’v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2922555/ You were a constellation-not just a scatter of stars,but the map I traced on the foggy window of my mind.Each light a secret,each secret a doorway,each doorway a place I wanted to call home.I didn’t fall for you like a comet burning out,I rose,weightless,drifting into the gravity of your glow... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2921664/ And by the end,we came to the conclusionthat nothing is ever as simpleas it seemed at the start.That beginnings are full of promise-crisp pages, untangled strings-but endings?They carry the weight of every choice,every silence,every road not takenand the echoes of those we did.By the end,we realized.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920989/ Childhood slipped away, and I dropped the rose-colored sunglasses full of hope my parents had given me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920834/ It’s the green of your eyesAnd the blue of mine,Blending into perfect harmony.It’s hilarious,But oh, so mysterious,This symphony of simplicity.The beauty of something so plain,Yet the complexity that creates us.The beating of hearts,In the rhythm of life,A dance we barely understand.And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920752/ I think I gotta go Found some key to unlock-The door I gotta get back up From the dust collected on-The floor I think I gotta run Chasing something that I've never-Done before Packing up my stuff Dive headfirst into something I.. Dont knowI gotta goWhere the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920625/ What I think I need,What you think I need,And what I really need-Are three different things.Three different worlds.Three different dreams,Each one pulling at me like stringsIn a puppet’s dance.I wanted peace.Oh, I wanted quiet.A world so still, no storms, no riot,Just a moment to breathe, to r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920624/ High life, spotlight, do you ever feel content?Fame and fortune, but inside, it's all spent.Searching for something more,But every door around you is closed for sure.Wanna be a star in their eyes,But who are you really, behind the disguise?In the depths of your soul, what do you see?Just a foggy ref.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920558/ Just tell me where I stand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920557/ I stare at the sky,Pressuring the sun to go to bed,Demanding the moon take its place instead.I watch the clouds as they float and glide,Wishing we could fast-forward the tide.I wish the calendar could speed by faster,Flip its pages, erase the disaster.Leave today behind,And find a fresh state of min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920556/ My room is easier to clean than my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920555/ Unseen cracks, missed chances, and the weight of falling (both literally and metaphorically) while chasing mistakes and struggling to stop before it's too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920554/ Gosh, look, you look sick - are you contagious?Yes, I’m sick of life. And be careful, it just might.You’re better off keeping your distance,Before my bitterness spreads like a virus.I’ll infect your optimism,Poison your hope with a dose of real.You think you’ve got problems?W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920553/ Only drank martinis when I’m with you,Yeah, that’s the truth-But I don’t do that anymore,Now I just pull right through.Like a pro, right?Empty glass, empty heart,No olives, no fun.But hey, at least I’m still standing.Now the martini glass is empty,Just like all the promises y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920445/ This is why we'll never find a way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2920433/ I didn't see the fire, only the ashes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2919791/ And by the end,we came to the conclusionthat only the ones who dreamed last nightare allowed a cocktail.Shaken, not stirred,with the essence of their midnight reveries-a splash of starlight,a twist of what-could-be,garnished with a sprig of rebellion.The bartenders of fate serve only the bold,only t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2919790/ I awoke in the middle of the night,craving the feeling of beingnot just alive,but something sharper, deeper,a pulse that hums through the marrow.The world was silent,but my chest was loud,a beating drum echoing with questionsI didn’t dare ask in daylight.What does it mean to be?To feel the edg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2919588/ A message from the wanderer to the Dreamer in Chains http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2918381/ They tell me to smile, to tone it down,“Don’t be too loud,” they say, like it’s a crime to be proud.“Dress this way, act that way, stay in your lane,”But inside, I’m a storm, and this world is so mundane.I’m tired of the whispers, the sideways glances,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2918374/ Exploring the transformative journey of travel, where each new landscape offers a fresh understanding of self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2916742/ A tangled dance between confusion and belief, exploring the resilience that emerges from life’s messiness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2910867/ A raw and bitter, this unravels the ache of an almost-love, haunted by missed moments and unspoken words, in the absence left behind by someone who was never fully there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2910866/ If something sustainable is described as : avoidance of the depletion of resources in order to maintain a balance, What's sustainable love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2910863/ Like a cliff, hanging by a threadhanging on the edgeone wrong step, we'll fall aparttil gravity crushes my skullyou cling to hope, but love's become a fantasyI bite through the silence,rage curling under my breathyou hold your heart like it’s still mine,but I’m already burning the bridge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2907492/ This poem explores the struggle of redefining "home" after the loss of someone deeply missed. It captures the tension between anger and longing, as the speaker grapples with the emptiness left behind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2907491/ So tell me you wanna runaway To a place nobody knows me I’m sick in here I need some new people in here I know this place too much To appreciate it like I used to do  Wish I could go back to childhood Where everything you saw was all you needed And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2880044/ I'm leaving student life behind in a month. For the first time, I'm terrified of the unknown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2880041/ Because yesterday was the best day of my life. Which makes today the worst day of my life. Because it’s what ended yesterday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2879980/  We lie awake in different beds, Our compromises feeling so fake. In the stillness, love hangs by threads, Promises we vowed never to break.  Silence fills the room with truth. Empty spaces echo our residue. Promises made in the dark, uncouth, Shattered l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2879978/ I write poetry to open up my mind for something more creative It's not a about being better, it's about discovering something Discovering a new side of her that had remained hiding Finding art coming from my mind that gets created from little things  In words I finds my canv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2879771/ She said I'm out of line, Yet her presence lingers in my mind. In dreams, she's still mine, Each sip of wine, a taste of love so fine   She dances through my thoughts, A reminder of what I've lost. In echoes of her voice. Our faults resurface, no choice.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2879770/ Your eyes can't lie to me. Why did you try? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skylarlighten/2879414/