http://slow.writerscafe.org/gomomoko The original writings of author gomomoko en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776098081 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i am what i am what i am what i am,and,i must eat it upif i'm going to survive the harsh realitiesof life and itsgentle stabs,attempts to break,what i am what i am what i am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/1057909/ A kid molded out of his own paranoia and immense imagination stepped out of the door to his house one Tuesday morning in hopes of finally beginning his life. He had little idea however, despite all his planning and dreaming up of what could happen, of what would happen. He clutched the black h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/1004433/ on a day when somber thoughts are held http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/979449/ a simple poem for a not so simple problem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/977125/ gradually, as time shifts, so does my heart.in a perpetual state of nausea, we are forcedto become a marching, faithful bandof brothers?of enemies.hark!, where did my peers go?they scattered at the sound of the sirens and the sight of the rotten food that feeds their bellies.tap, tapping finger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/954814/ not so much a poem as just a rambling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/954659/ i could not be,for all eternity,a being that could only just float. i'm in need of a stableground to grow on,afraid of becoming one note.unheard of,unable,unwilling to bei am the motivation,i am the glue.the suffocating massthat holds me from becoming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/941374/ I want to live in a dream worldwhere everything is my ownmy brain is a spindleand the ideas knit themselves so intricately that I confuse what's truly realI want to live in dream worldwhere everything is my ownstand beneath the wavesinside the mountainover the cloudsI want to live in a dream worldwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/940270/ introspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/924345/  i thought i was young,but it shakes me, i’m old now.my heart beats the same butmy brain starts to slow down.my youth is still here,yet lingers mostly beyond me.i savor quick glances of a time that i can’t see,despite being in its present. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gomomoko/921744/