http://slow.writerscafe.org/RachelJ1919 The original writings of author Satan's Daughter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010198 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am humbled, Forced to traverse this world crawling on my stomachWhere I was once blameless in my ways, Now I am cast to the ground. Thrown from my home, my family,All for the sake of loving my father moreThan those he had created. How was I supposed to love these weak, flawed creatur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1553933/ Pretty words Spoken like poetry Running a river of savagery Through the masses Bringing together a war-torn nation With bloodstained hands Armies of reapers Sent like a wave of death Across the world Raised by false promises And horrible intentions.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1553926/ You long for magicDon't lie, I can see it in your eyesYou want to flyTo see the futureTo cup fire in the palm of your handYou think you are plainBecause you don't wield the universeBut you hold a different kind of magicA magic more powerful than any force A magic that defies both.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1553924/ Feeling introspective about the fragility of human existenceA few overly complicated words with a fairly simple meaning I find that the bigger the wordThe easier it is to hide behindThe longer it takes to roll off the tongue The longer I have to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1553107/ Draw the shades and go away In bed all day I think I'll stay Burn the quills, leave my papers astray I do not feel inspired today  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1553099/ To stare into a star-dusted sky for eternity, marveled and humbled by the vastness of its potential, Is to look into your eyes for but a passing moment To see the most beautiful flower bloom, coaxed open by gently persistent tendrils of sunlight, Is to make you smile for an instant&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1524946/ You look out at a world on fireAnd complain how ugly the ashes areYou light a flame that engulfs us allAnd gripe about the heatYou have a misconceived notionAs most people doThat everything can be romanticized But war is not romanticDeath is not beautifulAnd our end is nearingIt will not be poe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1478564/ This worldTakes everything beautifulAnd warps it into something unrecognizable Chews it up and spits it outMangledBrokenBut no less beautifulBecause even in a world on fireThere is still beauty in the ashes  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1456912/ You must embrace the darkness, Don't step into the light. Don't submit to sanity. Never give up the fight. Don't do what you're told to,Stay fucked up and wild.If you submit to conformity,You'll grow subservient and mild. Don't give up your freedom, They'll take it in a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1418250/ Cry tears of blood, And speak only lies. Drown in your sorrow, And watch as it dies. Feel only nothing. And trust none at all. For this is your life, Prepare for the fall.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1416625/ Remember me. When the paint has chipped, And the words have faded. When the paper has crumpled, And the birds have flown away. When the waters calm, And everyone has gone home. Forget me. When you move on, And you find another. When you think of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1416586/ Desperate tears fall upon sunken cheeksWords of anguish choke the air like an acrid fog A girlSo broken inside That the shards pierce her skinDripping rivulets of sorrowCries fall upon earsNot deaf, but uncaringSleepless nights spentLying upon a tear-stained pillowWishing that she wouldn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1378549/ Just a thought as I sit here in class, surrounded by idiots and a******s. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1330105/ Snuggling down into the covers, I smiled at the thought that my nightmare was over. I was finally back home in my own bed, safe. I took a deep breath, looking to the familiar smell of home to comfort me. But, instead of the smell of the forest that permeated every surface of my house, My nose was i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1145145/ Discrimination is a useless endeavor,Because everyone is the same inside.Skin color,Race,Religion,Sexuality,Are all meaningless. All of these things are grains of sand on the beach,One cloud in the sky,One fish in the sea,One drop of paint that makes the painting beautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1144380/ Fire and brimstone.Two insignificant words, Used to describe a sinners home. For it is so much more than that.The pain hangs in the air.It seeps through your skin,And settles in your bones. It chokes you,And becomes your most intimate friend.The torture doesn't discriminate.No matter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1143999/ Where the clouds are soft,But not lined with gold.Where the air is clear,But not filled with music.Where the gates stand open,But I refuse to enter.This is where I will wait for you,On Heavens doorstep,I will stay,Until you gain your wings,And join me.For no place can be Heaven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1141528/ Pandemonium. That's the word that came to mind as I watched the scene before me unfold.  The once-cool headed guards were running around, screaming and, in the midst of them, Ari was sinking her fangs into anything that had a pulse. Blood spattered floors, walls, and clothes. Either uncon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1138765/ Taking a moment to compose myself, I walked out into the hall. Tasting theair, I ran in the opposite direction as he had. Not only did I not wantit to look as if I had been running after him, but he had let me go once, Idoubted he would do it again. I wasn't willing to take the risk, especiall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1137839/ As I had anticipated, the door only swung open part way, despite the number of people rushing in. I took a moment to be glad of this fact because, had it opened completely, I would have been trapped or squished behind it, and neither sounded too appealing. Thank God for small fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1136089/                 I waited for a few minutes after they left before I opened my eyes. Cautiously, I wiggled my fingers, bracing myself against the pain that was sure to come. But surprisingly, it never did. Feeling braver, I mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1135858/                 I woke up slowly, every inch of my body aching. My skin felt as if it had been ripped off my bones and reattached improperly. I tried to move, but quickly abandoned the endeavor when searing pain radiated from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1132284/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1132277/ Life is a rainbow.There are many different colors,And within those colors,There are different hues.They may not all match,And they may not all go together,But they are all variations of the same color.They all have their place,And when they come together,They create a kaleidoscope of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1131378/ There is a fine line between Good and Evil,Love and Hate,Right and Wrong.This line stands between the Darkness and Light.There are those of us who are completely on one side,Either all Dark,Or all Light. These people know where they stand,And accept all the consequences.Then there are those of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1129362/ Please don’t think this is the final goodbye.I know we will see each other again,At the great pearly gates up in the sky,Where there is no crime, suffering, or pain.I’ll meet you where the angel choir sings,Where all the streets are paved with gems and gold,No one wants or wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1126352/ Pandemonium swirls around me, A whirlwind of chaos,Yet I am unaffected. I stand alone,While everyone else rushes past.The cacophony surrounds me,But does not reach me,Like it reached others.I am solitary.Isolated.Alone.I hate Valentine’s Day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1125266/ Sometimes,The most beautiful creatures,Are the most fragile.They are the most innocent,The quickest to fall,The easiest to break.I was like that once,Pure.Innocent.Beautiful.Until I met you. You stole my innocence,Turned me on to the dark.You made me think you loved me,That it was okay so long .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1124230/ Deep in my mind,I have constructed a box.In this secret box,I keep all the thoughts and feelings I wish to hide.All my feelings for you,Have been thrown in this box.If I keep them locked up,It makes going on with my life easier.If they're locked up,They can no longer hurt me. All those memories.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1123593/ My tears mingled with the rain as they both fell, the sound of thunder covering up my sobs. Not that there was anyone around to hear. No one would be braving the storm, let alone decide to take a walk through the woods like me. Stumbling along the beaten path, my best friend's w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1119477/ I gave you everything.My life.My world revolved around you,But you couldn't care less about me.I devoted myself to you,But all you did was use me.My heart.So fragile and riddled with scars,I placed it in your hands.All you did was add to the cracks.I trusted you to hold it close,But you just threw i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1118936/ Do you see me?Does my existence even register?Would you even care if it did?Do you know I’m here?No, because you always look through me,At her. Those eyes,The ones I’ve admired from across the room,Stay locked on her.Full of love and lust,You stare.But not at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1118041/ A poem about how everything I thought came crashing down when they reentered my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1116181/ My take on what it would feel like to hold the one you love as they died. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1111848/ Your love is like a waterfall.Flowing strong and never diminishing.It collects in the pool that is my heart,Filling it to the brim.If ever the pool becomes full,It expands and grows, allowing in even more. Loving you is like breathing,It comes naturally to me.I do it every da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1110584/ I wrote this on a whim. I don't feel as if it's my best work, but I'll leave that up to you to decide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1108326/            The small girl’s light footsteps echoed off the surrounding buildings as she skipped across the cracked pavement. Her dark blonde pigtails floated along behind her and her pastel pink sundress flounced around her knees as she made he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1108262/ My nightmares started five years ago, right after my mother died. Every night, it was the same thing. Every night for five years, the same damn dream.          I’m running down a hallway with no end in sight. The walls are made of some kind of gra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1104491/ I am a girl, but I wanted to try writing from a male perspective. This is my attempt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1104151/ Shattered. The shards of my heart litter the floor. Left there by the last.It fell, no, it was released from his grasp. He watched as it fell, knowing full well it would break.He didn’t even try to catch it. Broken.Some have tried to fit the pieces together, make me whole again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1100782/ Long ago, in ancient Greece, the Earth was ruled by Gods. These Gods, the Olympians, presided upon Mount Olympus, watching over the mortal world from the clouds. Never did they reveal themselves to the humans, but they did have ways of touching their lives. One of these ways was to bestow their fav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1098346/      There was no where else to run.     I was trapped. Nothing in front of me but a damp stone wall. I searched frantically for anything. A latch hidden in a crevice or even a handhold that would allow me to climb the wall. The torch just to my left was t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1098308/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1098305/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1097771/ I have always looked forward to, The coming of the spring. The way the flowers bloom, The way the birds will sing. Or how the snow will melt, Running rivers through the grass. No longer must I wath the world, From behind a pane of glass. I could spend my days, Watching the skies,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1091451/ You might as well be the moon,You're so far away from me. The distance between us,As much as there is,Might as well be the sea.All I can do is bask in your glory,And watch you from afar.Your presence lights the darkness,More beautiful than any star.I feel as if I'm pulled to yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1091442/ On September 8, 1994, a tree was planted. Granted, thousands of trees were probably planted that day. But this one was special. This little 20-pound oak sapling celebrated a very special occasion. It was planted in the backyard of a big yellow house in Northern Michigan to honor the arrival of a new.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1091018/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1091017/ Standing on the razor’s edge,Horrible thoughts race through my head.Thoughts of death and thoughts of gore,Thoughts of lives that are no more.Lives snuffed out while in their prime,Punishing those who did the crime.Blood and guts splatter the walls,Echoing all the anguished calls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1091015/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJ1919/1080739/