http://slow.writerscafe.org/shorty125 The original writings of author PJ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055815 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As she cuts, her eyes are swollen from all her tears flowing.She can't stop, but there is so much blood.She tries to clean up all of it, but there is to much to handle.She has used to many paper towels already.The garbage is a blood bath, the vampires have a dinner tonight.Someone help her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/1165726/ She cuts but not like you think.Her cuts are deep, they are reall.Not some stupid drama of little girls seeking attention.She wants to let the pain out somehow.She likes to think of the blood as her pain.As it flows down the drain, the problems are flowing away with it.People have seen h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/1164125/ Why have I never cared?Why do I feel so scared?The only time I feel safe and sound, is when I close my eyesPeople tell me it will be alrightBut yea right, can I really trust you?You liedOver and over I cried, over and over you lied and tried,To make me take you backMy dreams tel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/970139/ Have you awoke in the morning, And the hurting is so great,You don't want to get out of bedAnd face a world of hate.If everything in life goes wrongAnd nothing you do seems right,You just try a little harderAnd soon you'll see the light.For every person that put you downAnd filled .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/970132/ Everyday Underneath EverythingEveryday she goes to schoolEveryday she pretends to be happyBut underneath she is heart brokenEveryday her mother yells, telling her she is a worthless piece of s**tEveryday she is in the principals office for her attitude towards teachersShe may seem like s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/970124/ My time has come,And so I'm gone.To a better place,Far beyond. I love you all,As you can see.But it's better now,Because I am free... What is there to do when people die- people so dear and rare- but bring them back by memory? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/958199/ It’s been a while since I have heard you voice, That warm comforting voice,Always uttering helpful words of wisdom,You always knew so much more about life than i.Teaching me day by day,You watched me grow into a woman,Always supporting me no matter what my choice was,You were pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/956245/ What Have I Done?Screeching tires, shattering glassTwisting metal, fiber glassThe scene is set, it all goes blackThe curtian raised, the final actSirens raging in the nightSounds of horror, gasps of frightIntense pain, the smell of bloodTearing eyes begin to flood,When I ralize it'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/956215/ Just Like Gravity You kissed my forehead, and I turned awayI stared through the window, and we both fell silentLike twinkling stars, looking very close to eachother, but so so faraway in realityJust like gravity When you said goodbye, I said I'd see you tomorrowI knew it wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/953713/ The Opening Under the starlit sky we lay awakeFor there was nowhere to hideCrisp clean air all around Cheeck to cheek face to facemy fingers upon your face tracing time to rise above allI know we can flyWe don't even have to talk No need now to watch the clock  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/952286/ NumbThe sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easilyI’m numb to the pain that I am infecting to myself, my body, my brain, my soul.Numb to the bloodToo numb to realize what’s happening,To realize what I’m doing.One cut follows another,And another,Till I can’t s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/952219/ I'll Never Forget YouWe were best of friendsWe were sister and brotherWe were person and dogI'll never forget youEveryday I think of youEven if it is a dream of mineI'll never forget youDo you think of me up there in that place called Heaven?Are you in a happier place?Do you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/952031/ ViewsI sit on the old bench that no one wants to sit on.For they are to afraid of it.I look below me and see a lake that is turning green, but a beautiful green.To my right a see spring, a mountian that has trees with pink flowers getting ready to bloom.I love the smell of spring rain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/951744/ MyselfPeople love me for me, not for being someone else.So many people know me as the talkative, unself-conscious, crazy, and don't care what you think of me kind of person. Who knows, maybe i'm different around you.Come find out. I love hanging with friends, family, and complete strang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/951326/ FeelingsI have no clue what my feelings are towards you.Maybe I hate you, maybe I want you to disappear, maybe I secretly want you next to me.But I can't like you like that, for you are my teacher.I can get you into trouble, or worse get you put in jail.Everyday i'm excited for school just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/951312/ I HateI hate that he is my teacher, I don't want him here anymore.I hate when some one calls him a fat pig they don't get into trouble,but when I tell him to get on with the lesson he gives me a detention.I hate how he think he's all that and everything.I hate I hate I hate......I wish h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/951127/ Good Day VS Bad DayOn my bad days my hair turns black, blacker than the devils heart.My eyes become the same darkness, no one can see into them.Not even Jess, my love.He can tell just when to leave me alone and when he should talk to me.I have that look that scares people enough .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/950772/ JUST BECAUSEJust because I'm short Doesn't mean I can't JumpDoesn't mean I can't dunk a basketAnd sure as hell doesn't mean you can call me a midgitJust because I'm shortDoesn't mean I'm not happyDoesn't mean I hate myselfDoesn't mean you can make short jokesJust because I'm s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/950667/ WHO AM I? I am...Jess's LoverCathy's DaughterLouise's Grandaughter Nate's SisterTae-Lynn's AuntI am...A PoetA ReaderA LoverA VetI am...Funny Out GoingLovedI am...A Great FriendDeterminedI AM...ME http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/950663/ I AM I AM PJDaughter of Cathy JonesWho needs family, friends, my loveWho loves her horse, boyfriend, her familyWho hates drugs, hatred, deathWho fears failure, ignorance, spidersWho dreams of success, time itself, happinessWho has found poems of anger and scarrs Resident of Mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/950660/ Where am I?Where am I?All I can smell is dirt, everywhere.I need help, I search for my voice over and over again, but can't seem to get ahold of it.Can anyone see me from here? Where am I?Its so dark and I can't see a light anywhere.I look up and I see darkness, OH! The sky!Why .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/950558/ Winter or Spring?Spring flowers are not blooming yet,Winter snow is not gone yet,who knows, maybe it might never happen.I miss running with my horse Chief and my dog Tucker in the spring.The grass tickling our toes,and the wind wispering how it will protect us fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shorty125/950551/