http://slow.writerscafe.org/BikerAngie The original writings of author BikerAngie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042768 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 WHAT HAPPENS TO A WOMAN WHO IS VERBALLY ABUSED http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/1313079/ A SONG I AM ATTEMPTING TO WRITE ABOUT AN ABUSED GIRL. Ok I have revised this one need input on new version but I do not feel it is done. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/960392/ THE NEEDS SO GREATAS THE LIES CALL OUT TO YOULIKE DEMONS IN THE NIGHTYOU KNOW THE LIES ALL TO WELLTHE LIES  OF  SHORT LIVED HIGHTHE FEELING OF EUPHORIASHORT LIVED YET ALWAYS BECKONINGCALLING OUT YOUR NAME IN THE WINDPULLING YOU INTO THE DARKNESSTHE DEEP RECESSES OF DESPAIRDEPRIVATION AND S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/960383/ These are the only pages I will be posting from my screen write I am looking for constructive criticism on how to capture the readers attention faster. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/956814/ Well more thoughts than a story but there is not a category for fillings written as thought and opinions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/956617/ It is often said smart animals are easily trained They are, but:I have come to the conclusion Brilliant animals train usMy new kitten is a prime exampleI named her Angel, but:Three days into the relationship Her crooked halo is already evidentThe first day home she let me knowShe is queen of the hou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/956598/ My father passed away on Dec.28,2007He was a gentle soft spoken man, not truly speaking a lot unless spoken to or having something worth saying. He was a man who knew ho to have balance in his life, how to care for others, yet still do what he needed to do to be himself. He had a wonderful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/956594/ He isn't looking for religious fanatics He wants sons and daughtersHe doesn't seek perfection in usFor He himself is thatHe only seeks our love and obedienceHe knows we are but human beingsHe accepts our imperfectionsLoving us even in our ignoranceWhen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/956591/ Sitting in my big bay windowLooking out at my white picket fenceLined with rose bushesLush green yardWith two cherry trees in full blossomThe distant mountain tops still have lingering snowThe sun sets just beyond the horizonPinks, oranges, reds, and pur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/955815/ Help me please I hear them arguingI can not hear what they sayBut I hear there voices raised once againThe slamming of the doorDad must be going back to the barMom will take her sleeping pills againI sit in my room scared and aloneCurled up on my bed Know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/955812/ Domestic violence can be gotten out of! We must educate Ladies and men that they are worthy of being treated with respect and love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/955810/ I feel the prickI feel the cold liquidI feel sleepyMy mind whirlsMy eyes flutterMy body twitchesI am coldOh so coldFrozenIt's darkI am scaredWhere will I goI did bad thingsTerrible thingsBut I repentedI was told God forgives allBut can he forgive meI killed my childI remember it so wellThat day .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/951802/ The vision "Born Again" I would wake up and the pain seemingly unbearableI laid there prayingPraying for my life to endI felt helplessUselessI am no longer felt I was a productive personI felt I had no valueI would cry into my pillowBegging God for my d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/951683/ Death never comes at an opportune timeWhether it be a pet or a loved oneThere seems to always be things left unsaidWe feel the painThe loved one is gone.. at peace we are toldBut we are left behindAnd something is missing from our livesWe often begin to question our own lives and the values there o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/951660/ Long distance romance can be so hard http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/951528/ I do not want a knight in shinning armorI do not need to be rescuedNot even when I screw upI only need you to understand meI need you to be there for me I need you to love me for who I amAt times I am sweet as honeyAt times I am happyAt times I am sadAt times I do I am not so sweetAt times I say t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/951526/ AS SEEN and FELT FROM THE OUTSIDE LOOKING INTO THE ADDICTS LIFE. Written from a domestic violence survivors prospective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950608/ As I sat on the park bench reminiscingI remembered your touch oh so gentleThe smell of your after shave oh so pleasantThe way you smiled that crooked smileThe twinkle in your eyesThe laughter in your voiceThe darkness overtakes meAs I rememberThe line of people shaking my handThe way they carried .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950604/ A true account of a somber moment turned satire! what a wondrous and appropriate send off for my jovial dad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950589/ THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR MY EX-HUSBAND AFTER HE CHOCKED ME AND THREATENED TO KILL MY SON. I AM A SURVIVOR NOT A VICTIM !! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950378/ DEMONS SEEM TO POP UP OUT OF NOWHEREALWAYS THERE ALWAYS WAITINGWAITING FOR ME TO USESCREAMING AT MEYOU KNOW YOU WANT MEYOU CAN DO IT HAUNTING MY EVERY THOUGHTMY EVERY NERVE SCREAMING TO LET GOKNOWING THE RELIEF IS THEREJUST WAITING FOR ME TO RELEASE ITMY VEINS CRYING OUT TO MEMY BODY TREMBLESTHE DRE.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950374/ TO RISE LIKE THE PHOENIX OUT OF THE ASHESTHOUGH THE DARKNESS THREATENED TO OVERTAKE METHE FLAMES THREATENED TO ENGULF MEI SHALL RISE AGAIN HEAD HELD HIGH WINGS SPREAD WIDEI SHALL FLY INTO THE DARKNESS EYES WIDE OPENMY NEW FOUND STRENGTH LIGHTING MY WAYTO FALL NO MOREINTO THE PITS OF DI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950367/ WOUNDED LIKE A DYING SPARROWHEART DRAINING OF ALL EMOTION BUT PAINTHE VERY EXISTENCE OF MY SOUL SHATTEREDSTOMACH WRENCHING IN PAIN AND DEPRIVATIONTHE VERY LIFE DRAINING FROM MY BODYBECAUSE ONCE AGAIN I FOUND MYSELF CARINGDARING TO HOPE AMONGST ALL DOUBTTHAT THIS COULD BE IT THINKING THERE MIGHT AC.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950364/ I remember that day so clearly! I walked into the room and a hush came over it. Not one person acknowledge I was there. I was unaccustomed to this, I was always the center of everyone’s attention. I walked slowly over to the piano. I would make them notice me! They always noticed me wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950357/ His unshaven face and crooked smile spoke volumesFrom his broken teeth to the holes in his shoesI could see it in his faceThis man had a storyDaily I passed by himAs he sat on the park benchNewspapers stuffed in his pants and shirtBackpack sitting next to himI hurried passed him day by dayScared.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950351/ I am JoshuaI am fifteen years oldI am you sonI am everyone’s sonI am no-ones sonI laugh I cryI get into thingsI am good I am badI am your sonI live in a house I live in a trailerI live in an apartmentI live in a carI live in a tentI am your son.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950345/ Daily I passed the door manAs he would open the door for meI never notice his smileNor the twinkle in his eyeI noticed he was “BLACK”Daily I left him standingHolding the door for meNot one word of kindness from meHe stood there holding the door As the ambulance attendants wheeled me o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BikerAngie/950317/