http://slow.writerscafe.org/thevoiceinsideme The original writings of author The Voice Inside Me en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102956 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The lights burn dimly and the shadows they cast dance lightly across my skin. Wet, hot tears pool down my cheeks but I don't try to wipe them away; there are too many. I sit cross-legged on my bed, the soft blue comforter crinkled underneath me and nothing but the sound of air slipping through the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1110024/ I have buried something,deep within me.Who wants to get out.The monster,screams,and cries.Hurling it's sharp teeth,at my insides.Watching it's razor claws,glisten with my blood.It haunts my waking moments,it hides in my sleep.It is the very thing,I have fallen for,and will become.I have become a mon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1032270/ It's time to fly my love,time to leap to the stars.Don't be afraid,I'll never let you fall.We have the sky,and the sea to soar over.Just take my hand,it's time to fly.The birds do sing,I've heard it said.way up in the sky,where no ones' been.Where earth meets sky.Water meets air,let's travel there l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1012522/ My love,sing sweetly we.Sing of songs not known to anyone else.Sing the songs only we lovers know.Sing sweetly we.Sweetly now.Time has gone away,oh where has it gone?Into the absence,of what was then and now.Then and now.Run with me! Love fly with me!There is no sky and time.No earth or wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1012515/ Maybe someday, after this thing kills me, someone will notice what had gone unnoticed years before.Maybe someday, I won't try to change myself for other people, and I will love me.Maybe someday, I will see that he loves me, and that's all I need. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1012097/ Early morning iciness,like shards of glass ripping its' way,through fragile skin.Taking me,dragging me,back to this earth.Oh how a little while longer!I long for the silence,the numbness,to hear the nothing and everything,of a mind at work,at rest.Because,in the motion of thinking,I am brought back,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1011543/ There is a girl,who stands in front of a mirror,and always hates what she sees.She has tried with all her might,to change herself,to be loved by those,who love her not.Do you know her?Sometimes she smiles,if just for a while.Because smiles chase away,tears.The girl there,in the mirror,whose skin is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1010273/ There is a story,one filled with truth.A line,of lines that I will never say.See the story,written into my very being.Feel the words,emblazoned into my skin.Reach out to me,and you will find,a little fairy tale.You too are part of it now.Your words,now intertwined into mine.Feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1010255/ That girl over there,the one with the smile.It's fake,Did you know?She covers her face,with a mask so thick,to hide away, the troubles she keeps.Only a few,will ever know,but not enough to understand.She does not wish,to be called out upon,just to simply be.Hidden away,are her sorrows and fears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1010227/ "You wouldn't understand,"well that's just bull.I understand more than you ever will.I've been down that path,and know every twist and turn.I don't know.Please.You don't know.You don't know the things I've done.Wouldn't understand the hate I've felt.not for someone else,but for myself.And I don't kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1009835/ The cool breeze swept through the stalls, cooling down the air only just a little bit. My hair, braided to the side, fell in a sloppy mess down my right shoulder. The brown waves swayed as the wind whipped them back, dragging out more pieces of the braid so that it looked more of a mess than it alr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1009827/ He says I'm beautiful, but I don't see.He tells me I'm lovely,but how can that be?The image in the mirror,tells all these lies.It's hard to distinguish,the reality from disguise.I'll never be fixed,like he wants me to be.I'll always be stuck,in this harsh reality.Stuck between options,I can't t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1009809/ Their stares,it's torture.Mine too,really.The eyes,all of them on me.They judge me,I just know it.All the lies I've told,mother how could you not ask?Sister why do you not tell?Do you wish for me,to waste away to nothing?It feels that way sometimes...I sit in my room,away from the devils,that tempt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1001001/ Alas,I am gone.Or going really.The baking sun,blistering my skin,why don't you save me?I feel like drowning,in the thoughts I have thunk,dreams I have drempt,choices I made,actions I took,all together,weighing down on me.How much air will my lungs take in?Not enough it seems,to pursue my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/1000504/ Sometimes,Life,strikes home...Sometimes,the fire along the walls comes creeping up,and as we sit alone and watch the flames,we fear they are coming closer.They want to change us because we are but an obstacle in their path,and they need the fuel.We need to become a flame,to resist the flame,but it's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/998845/ I sat on my light, wood-stained tack box with my head down, staring at my hands. My dark mousy hair fell in curls in front of my eyes which blocked most of my view. However, I could still see him there, standing at the entrance to the stall, staring right at me, eyes boring into my skull. "Are you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/994237/ If there is just,one thing you must know,one thing,I never told you,was this.You'll never know,for I'll never say,how I long for your heart.To have your lips, speak my name,is my only desire.When I was down,down farther than the earth can hold,beneath the rock and dirt and dust and flame,your s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/991195/ Summer rain,spits down on my window,lightning in the distance,crackles with its' need,for me.Silver dagger in hand,glittering with every crack and bolt,already smeared,with scarlet blood.Wrists sliced open,new ones every minute.Feel Pain,they whisper,Feel Pain For What You've DoneHot,steady tear dro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/983407/ Even though, you may not know,my heart lies with you.All those times,you saw me broken and bloody,in a pool of my own despair,and saved me.Did I not thank you?For even today,as the sun ceases to shine,through my windows,when the world throws rocks,at my house made of glass,it was you,you who gu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/983207/ I saw,I saw out in the field,behind the barn in the mid-summer sun,a horse who has no name.She trotted and jogged,all over the yard,kicking up dirt behind her in haste.The wind did blow,as She came my way,and I saw a shocking sight,I had no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/983174/ I was sitting in my room, back against the cool brown wall of my room, cross-legged on the ground. My long, mousy light brown hair fell in strands in front of my eyes and I sniffed my nose and, with a free hand, pushed the stray hairs behind my ear.  The dark red liquid dripped down my wrists .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/983170/ What?What do I long for?My dear,I long for escape.Pure and simple.To allow the pain,to be washed away,to see myself clearly again.I long for pencil and paper,to empty me,of what cannot be undone.I long for unspoken words,to be enough.I long for you,yes you my dear,to ask me the question I so ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/982191/ You mock me,though you do not know.How could you?Sit there and say those things?For words cut,like silver lined daggers,but of course,you would not know.I try to fight,plea with myself,but the girl standing behind the mirror,shakes her head sadly,"Tis not enough"she says.So I continue,lies,lies upon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/982186/  White, puffy clouds,float above the gorgeous blue sky.A delicate breeze,rustles a nearby spruce.Smells of autumn fill the air.Scents,burning of wood,wafting from every chimney.Aromas,harvest being brought in.To distribute to the people of Tow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/981714/ Silly girl.You silly girl,Falling again.I've seen it all before.He'll do the same thing,you know.You say it's different,neither of you are thesame,that life is better now.Your face lights up,when you speak of him,silly girl.Then the light turns todarkness,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/981712/ I wrote this on the fly about a girl with some issues she is trying to get over and she has the help of her boyfriend, Josh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevoiceinsideme/981705/