http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheNumber1Loser The original writings of author Urza's Severed Head en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776306688 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Somewhere deep, deep within the coldthere are stories left untold.The vortex swirls and spins,twisting currents conceal my secrets within.Tears never cried,goals beyond reach,and the life I must hide.All that I am, all that I'll be,All of the things I wish I could holdbut can never be set free,it's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2949015/ I know you. I understand now. You are the coming storm, the universal end, you are death. But how are you here? I am dead. Death is the shadow of the living; you have no place here. Leave me. I am dead. There must be life for there to be death, but I have none. I am dead. So, how are you here? How .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2943742/ A dying rose, petals weak,swept away by pouring rain,asks of you their soul to keep.Take away all their painand bring to them blessed sleep.With a kiss, seal a lonely fate,oh! you loving believer,give me this, your dying fever.Take from me this soothing weightand from my soul please createa chamber .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2943739/ Do you remember how I died?The fire, the fury, the dying light?Do you remember the times that I liedwhen it was too cold and dark to fight?Do you remember the nights I cried?Do you remember the person I was?I don't rememberI don't rememberI can't rememberHow do I sleep?How do I laugh?How do I smile .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2943736/ Bloody scars cry crimson tears,the bitter taste that is my fears.Bleed, bleed until the end.Die, die, and die again,for this, your unholy sin.Burn away all that you know,run until you are all alone,until the demon disappearsand bloody scars cry crimson tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2942012/ If these colors, I am to blendthen first my brush must I mend.But to tremble do my fingers tendand through the canvas paint has bled.The purest white turns to red,and when it dries, I am dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2942011/ Too much Love will kill you. It will twist your insides and rot away in your chest. It will tear bloody canyons through your flesh, and you won't understand. You'll think that you don't love enough. So, you will more, and more, and more, and you'll only die faster. The hole in your chest where your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2941880/ Why are you here? Why are you still here? What do you think I'll give you? This can only hurt you. Death begets death. You know that, right? You know that I'll hurt you if you stay here. it's not malicious. Real malice is pity. To be pitied is to die. Please don't kill me. That would be boring, wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2941878/ I am a cosmic melodyconstrained dissonancein a boundless harmonyI am an instanceof endless polyphonyI am forsaken and lostwalking through the coldthough I did not know the costthings I loved were soldand my heart has turned to frostI am the ascending dawnholy reckoning to save those you've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2928407/ Tried my hand at a horror poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2903751/ Four letters etched in stone,a love I could not show,a meaning known to you and you alone,cradled by the letters I carved so long ago.We laughed just like the rest,our smiles were just as warm,but still we failed their testswhen we could not conform.Why do they insist on hate?Why am I forced to hide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2903383/ I am you and you are me,but if that is them then what are we?Are we but eyes to be raised?I looked into the mirror,but as fires blazedI saw only my fear.I can see you, and only you, my dear,to myself I cannot draw near.You see only me,and oh, how you long to be free!What lonely prisoners are we,we w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2903381/ I feel nothing. I live in a box that no one can enter, and I can never escape from. The iron walls shield me from the shadows outside, their ravenous cries echoing through me, but I am safe here within my walls. The shadows cannot reach me here; here I am king. I am invincible. No one understands w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2903376/ A conversation within a person's mind as they are crushed by the weight of their darkest thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheNumber1Loser/2903372/