http://slow.writerscafe.org/styxfan The original writings of author styxfan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776080177 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I had to put my cat down a little over a month ago and it took me a while to be able to write anything about it. This is the first poem I've done in almost two years so I'm still a bit rusty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1678534/ I think I need a vacationBut I'm never coming backThe kind with a one way ticketWhere you Just leave it all in the pastThere's no future for me hereI'm having a meltdown, my dearI'm welcomed, but worn outMy thoughts are just too loudA change of scenery is in orderI need to leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1219307/ I know your life is busy enough I just wanted to be in itWaiting impatiently for months and monthsJust to talk for minutesSo much distance, forever growingYet only steps awayImagine we're in the same damn roomWith nothing left to sayThat's over now, what's done is doneThe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1198934/ A Song/poem I've been meaning to write for years...finally found the inspiration to put all the words together. Might be a good or bad thing, you tell me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1144217/ I don't really know what this is about, just happened. If anyone cares to figure it out, be my guest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1118535/ When I think of different bands, songs, poems, etc I think about how many of them have songs about drinking or alcoholism. Well, here's mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1086276/ I spy something orange, written in magic markerYou tell me you can't see it, so I write a little darkerSomethings wrong, not sure why, it can't be from old age Just three short words, not that hard, maybe I'll rephraseLeaving hints around the house on little slips of paperRed and orange, maybe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1007787/ I miss you, and you don’t realize just how muchThe time that’s passed has been f*****g unbearableI’ve used this emptiness like a worn out crutchMade out of wood that splinters something terribleShards of paint and oak that line my hands like a gloveIt reminds me why I’m somet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1006662/ Let's take a trip down memory laneThe one road in my head that can drive me insaneWhat made me this way? What makes the clock tick?It all depends on how you define "sick"So many decisions take up space in my headNo wonder it seems like I'm always on edgeShould I take a left at the fork, or a right a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1001815/ My first attempt of not using a rhyme scheme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/1000165/ I stand here silently in this hospital roomA prayer in my heart and a sense of impending doomThis kid's still alive and so is the grenadeGotta get it out before history is madeAll I see are blood, guts, and soldier's criesHolding my breath while my life flashes before my eyesIf there's any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/888900/ He exhales and looks back on two years pastAlways the nice guy, but still ended up lastAll that time wasted, almost drove him insaneLeft with a broken heart, and only himself to blameI still remember standing with her thereEven the jasmine perfume in her hairI knew it was our last embrace but didn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/887944/ Words and phrases, simple yet dangerousNames and places, memories that change usMusic and lyrics, melodies to brighten the dayLetters and numbers, always get caught in the fray http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/887942/ I wrote this after my grandmother had died in 2010. It was read at her funeral a few days later. I still don't know how I was able to do this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/886087/ About an employee I worked with a few years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/886084/ If you read my other poem "Not Yet", this was a sequel of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/886082/ I'm leaving this place for a while, no clue if I'm coming backI just can't take it anymore, everything keeps going out of whack.Days go by yet I'm still stuck in that momentAt this point, I doubt you've even cared to take noticeI always thought I'd die before I'd ever get to say thisWhatever was the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/886049/ There's this dull ache in the center of my chestIt's probably nothing but it scares me to deathSometimes I feel like theres nothing thereJust a worn out soul, gasping for airIt seems like the days only keep getting shorterI've lost my ability to keep everything in orderWhy do I miss it? Not like it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/886044/ Living paycheck to paycheckThe noose feels tight around your neckWorking long hours on minimum wageBeen going nonstop for the last 27 daysNo amount of praying can ever lift this curseSo keep on saying “how can it get any worse?”Just close your eyes with all your mightKeep on breathing an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/886042/ Something's wrong, things just aren't the sameAll the fun's been taken out of this gameI can see it when I look in your eyesHe's killing my favorite part of you insideIt's so hard to love someone you hateI just hope you figure it out before it's too lateSo here it is, that dip in the roadSeems impos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/886040/ People wonder why he's so quietThey think it's by choiceWhy bother trying to talk?When you don't even have a voice…Days go by, cooped up in this roomThat's putting it nicely… because it's more like a tombIt's like Alcatraz, here in my headSome days I feel alive, but most I feel deadThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/886039/ Been here for what seems like a lifetimeI get out in six months, can't step out of lineNothing else matters, it's all I can think aboutCan't believe I'm this close to finally getting out All that's left is one phone callThe number's right here, written on the wallThey probably won't answer me, haven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/styxfan/886037/