http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ezio%20Auditore The original writings of author Ezio Auditore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022614 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have fallenAnd I have risenIn and out of this dark prisonHeavy medicationWith no rec-elationBetween the two there is a strong relationI've seen people usedAnd loved ones abusedIts no wonder why I'm so f*****g confusedAnd I can tellWhen things aren't wellWhen its hard to tell the difference between.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezio-Auditore/980774/ What immortality is really like http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezio-Auditore/976447/ Power.Gripped within my hands,Some not see it that way, but I don't see things the way they do.I mean not the power of fear, anger, intimidation, coercion, control,Threatening those around me, you think you know but you can't see.The blade is balance, it is a part of me.A way for me to balance my ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezio-Auditore/975465/ I'm not the only one hereWhose heard the foot steps nearAnd felt the hand of fearPetrified in placeI'm staring at the evil faceInto the darkest eyeThat make pure angels cryHe is the hatred that is burningThat has my stomach churningI know that if I runThat he would have more funI know he likes the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezio-Auditore/972450/ Trapt!What am I to do?Where am I?I have no clueThey say that four walls build a homeBut these walls have become my tombBanging my head I just want it to stopAs I try to break out through the topBanging my head against the wallWill I ever get to see the sunI bang my head so that I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezio-Auditore/959602/ I feel as if my mind had gone astrayA long time ago; In my youthwhen all I wanted was to playI do not know when and I do not know howAll that matters is that I'm back nowAnd I feel whole once againBut at times I ponder about back thenBack when there was a void in my lifewhen a piece of my being was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezio-Auditore/959089/ This is a very short poem, for those who are trying to find a meaning behind it I say this... It is what you make of it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezio-Auditore/959078/ The idea of this poem came to me when reading "We Real Cool" by Gwendolyn Brooks, I liked the way it was written so I decided to write a poem in the same fashion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezio-Auditore/939063/