http://slow.writerscafe.org/Clare96 The original writings of author Clare the Artist en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028661 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There are millions of people in the world.Out of those millions, only few know my name.Out of those few who know my name, even less know anything about me.But what do they know? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/1167330/ we all have a place where we feel trapped. I just thought it would be cool to post mine here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/1161475/ It's been on my mind for a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/1124018/ The feeling of FINALLY being at peaceNo longer caring about stressbut instead enjoying life to its fullest.Is it REAL?or is it just a figment of my IMAGINATION?An illusion created by the despair i suffered so far?That feeling of HAPPINESS,smiling a real smile from ear to earinstead of something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/1007426/ i get nervous around this person and have no idea how to act so im just "boring" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/963412/ When the moon shines only then can the crippled walk outWhen the moon shines only then can the evil in this world be destroyed,burned to the ground. All that will be left are the ashes now knowing the lightcan take placeWhen the moon shines only then can the people have the courage to proudly walkTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/951020/ These roses bleed like tears bleed as it runs downIts sharp thorns stripping away my pain...slowlyThe pain subsiding These roses drenched in blood They turn as black as my hatred is deep for youEach one bleeding...bleeding for youBleeding as if it was the only thing they could doEach rose slowl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/948877/ http://claresart06.blogspot.com/?spref=tw http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/948636/ Silently crying constantly. As I walk around mentally,physically, and emotionally crippled. Do you hear me screaming? Do you hear thepain and suffering that I bear? Off course not. Why would you for you do noteven hear me as I speak. For all you do is brag about me. Do they know the instab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/947809/ She yells at me but she cannot seeShe burdens me with these words yet she refuses to hearTo hear my side of the storyTo see how i struggle everyday but i just don't get itShe can never do any of these things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/947372/  I'd wake up in the night faced by the pitch blackdarkness surrounding me closing in as if suffocating meas the shadows grew closer and closer whispering my name pulling me in towards their darknessbut you were there to pull me out made surei was okay, but Now that i'm not you disappear &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/947320/ The heavy hard breathing of every second The beating of my aching heartMovement of my arms and limbsall signs of life but i wonder... am iALIVE OR DEAD? For if i was alive in this thing calledlife would there not be a sense of joy instead of constant need of wanting to just die??.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/943336/ In need of a hero capable to fight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/943322/ lol see for youself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/942997/ its kinda dark and sad but reflects a part of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/942990/ the mask we hide and not reveal to anyone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare96/942141/