http://slow.writerscafe.org/dontwakeme The original writings of author dontwakeme en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215987 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How I feel sometimes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/970890/ The first, (or is it)? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/970879/ Who's to blame? Certainly not the mayor, who loves his town...or the widow, who does nothing except grieve in her mansion...or the ex-con, who just got out of prision out- of- state. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/970873/ my experience one day at a friend's church http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/970869/ the first two stanzas are from Holes, the last one is my addition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/967148/ OnTuesday, September 5th, police found the bloody corpse of a GraceTallace lying in her bed. In the closet, they found a half-starved  and beaten man believed to be Grace’sboyfriend. He was taken to McKenzie Hospital where he later died from internalinjuries. There are no suspects http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/963447/       The sun floats high in the sky like a yellow balloon. It sprinkles the earth with light and earth. Light and warmth my father and I appreciative of today. We drive in his big blue pick 'em up truck to the lake. The sun illuminates the dirt clouds the tires kicked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/963403/ They pass you by, not even realizing they're missing. Old oak, with your quiet power, you always leave me reminising.  I love you, old oak, and I believe you love me , with the deep passion only age can bring about, why else would you shade and protect me so carefully.  Old oak with y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/963398/ Down beside the river, just before the swimming hole, there's an old secret place, just for me and my fishing pole.  Underneath the willow tree, whose branches rock to the sound of the cool breeze's country tune, there lies a patch of magic ground.  It's magic, I declare, be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/963022/ That summer spent with you...That summer was like no other, My Brother Under the Sun.We laughed and we cried, Brother.  But most of all...we existed. Two cut from opposite ends of the same cloth, joined together by razor blades and memory loss.  That summer, we wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/963012/ An ABC poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/961545/ Something I wrote to celebrate my new computer. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/961511/ under construction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/960768/ Show me the answer Slip me the key Throw me a lifeline Save me, if I'm worthy My questions are drowning me. Should I live, should I die? Can I face tommorow? My life, I need to detoxify. My demons, they divide and conquer, Seperating you from me, Loc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/960329/  Calmingthe Storm   Loyaltiesstruggled and strived,Confusionbrewing a subconscious storm,Massiveand cloudy, waiting to take form.Hispanic and guilt he buried deep, not to be revived. Drawingfrom his dithe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/960254/  Innocence        ofthe eyes                of the things I see below the skies  ofthe tongue       of the words I sing while among of the ears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/960253/ Delusions  Dreams, What are they made from?  A dash of moon’s light, Aurora for some, A pinch of the sun ray's bright white,  a sprinkle of desire,  a pound of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/960251/ 5 minute writing challenge- write a poem in 5 minutes, no editing allowed! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/960245/ Grass hut,  protect the helpless, the newborn andinnocent,  from the raging winds and the chillingrains,  from the furious forces of nature'sstorms.  Hide them away from all with intent toharm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/959312/ Iam bright I am beautiful. I shine love and light to all. Millions gaze upon me during the night and know that I was placed there by the very hand of god, and that god placed me there to be gazed upon, because I am a star. I twinkle in the darkness. I lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/959307/ Angels and Demons I hear them speak Your too pretty to cut yourself Your too ugly to not cut yourself and I absorb the havoc they form. Your strong for living  Your weak for wanting to die I lock my own voice up deep inside. Your too smart for this Your s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/959305/ I surrender it all, and beg for you to take it, as unworthy as it is. Take my life, take my mind and heart, take my soul. Take my soul to meet youwhen the time comesand let me kneel before your glory, allow me to soak in your mercy. I relinquish my life to you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/959301/ Self harm through burning, cutting, hair pulling, freezing, and hitting. I speak from personal experience for them all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/948466/ my words to all the bullies who make my friends cry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/948225/ This is a poem/ story hybrid, kind of...I don't really know what it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/948205/ 12 o'clock on the dot,luna's silver touch illuminates the land.Creatures of the night stir, lonely wolfs howl, yellow-eyed owls hoot sharply. Beasts lay lurkingin the dark woods, waiting for their next preyto fall into their clawed clutches. People sleep, ench.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/948200/ experimenting with cinquain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/948195/ Playing with limericks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/948190/ Why do I love you? I can not answer. I do not want to yearn for you, for your closeness, for your scent on my nose, and your warmth on my fingertips. Yet my heart cries for you, without my permission. I hate it, the feeling of emptiness inside o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/947888/ Dear Red, Your love keeps me going, during my darkest days, when life is drab and empty, your heart leads the way into the light. You make me smile, because with you, I am everything. You make me cry, because with you, I am nothing. I can n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/947880/ Topic- your out camping with your best friend, only then, miles from civilization, do you find out that he is a serial killer on the run http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/947426/ Tears on a windowsill http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/947284/ Spring is here! During this time, I like to go outside and sit and write for hours and hours. This is one poem that came from this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/947280/ a confession of a truth I don't want to face http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/947270/ To all the people who have bullied me, are bullying me, and will bully me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/947255/ Playing with poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/947107/ questions and answers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/946369/ poem about horses and freedom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/946202/ my nightmare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/945864/ UPDATE - It's now a poem! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/945849/ My fiery feathers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/945839/ From Hurt to Heal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/943953/ Story of suicide by pills. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/943948/ Suicide on a balcony...or is it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dontwakeme/943529/