http://slow.writerscafe.org/kmmt1996 The original writings of author kayla en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078236 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Driving up and downhighway's and byway's - streets with big names and homes with big secrets.I am reminded that thisis not isolated.This is nota one-time thing, or adesperate action.No, because in the dark, in strange cars, I have walked this pathbefore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/2163021/ poem about a woman with a heavy burden http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/2163020/ It seems that every time we speakI get torn more apart.I don't know how we'll workwhen you're breaking my heart.You make it very clearthat I am second best.Yet neither of us can seem to put this relationship to rest.I'm hurt once againand it seems more each time.I feel helpless against youyet you're.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1059718/ just found out my long distance bf may be cheating on me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1031796/ has a happy ending:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1029136/ poem about my feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1025913/ a poem for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1020263/ attempt at a rap verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1019564/ I listen to your musicand it takes me to another placewhere I'm lying in your arms,your chest rising against my face.I day dream of future dayswhen I'm finally with you,days when I can see you oftenand not for an hour or two.I imagine walking Venice,hand-in-hand, down the beach,your arms around my w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1018482/ short prose about addiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1018153/ a prose about anorexia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1014640/ I'm drunk in the bathtub,somehow yet again;drunk in the bathtubwith not even one friend. The party is finally overand everybody has left;except for my drunk assnaked up to my chest. I'm drunk in the bathtub,I knew I should have stopped;I know I should have ended itafter the sixth shot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1014086/ semi-prose; poem about friends (or lack thereof) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1012401/ These feelings I have for youcan be so hard to describe.I'm trying to find the perfect wordsto show gratitude that you're mine. I lay in bed at nightand when I can't sleep I think of you,your smile and your lovethat I know will help me through it. Baby, I trust you fullyand I know that you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1012310/ I'm not one, but I felt this needed to be written http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1011990/ poem based on the photo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1011622/ poem about an internal struggle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1011614/ Somehow, someway, I got back into this position:Letting a man control my feelings,letting him have the permissionto make me feel happyor make me sob and cry,and now I can't find courageto express my feelings or say goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1011268/ We wake up wonderingwhat's wrong with our hair?And how did our thighsget so fat down there? We look in the mirror,and ask, What is wrong?And how did our noseget so goddamn long? We go to the mallconvinced we're too fatto ever in our lifewear something like that. And when you start to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1010483/ Nobody wants to hear it,nobody seems to care.The flashbacks are starting up,real as if he was standing here. But nobody wants to hear itbecause it's not their burden.They don't want to hear the storyabout how much I'm hurtin. They don't want to hear aboutthe times that I got rape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1010466/ semi-dark poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1010303/ poem from a Christian P.O.V. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1010294/ short poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1009904/ Erotica poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1009672/ a love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1005863/ random http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1005590/ When I feel the anxiety  my fingers go to my hair. They have a mind of their own and that's how they end up there. They grab a brown strand and twirl, then so innoceantly they tear. Inside myself I feel the release as I so carefully pull without care.  Many think it very strange that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1005201/ Baby, I hope our feelingsfor each other never change,that these feelings manifestand heal our past pain.I will be your little girlas long as you're my man,I'll always be here for youand I hope you understand:Nothing brings me more joythan submitting to you,you're all that I could wish forand I hope .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1005155/ If you don't have anything nice to say,don't say anything at all.Don't kick someone when they're down,help them up when they fall.We won't always know our actions' impact,so we shouldn't take the chance.There's no reason to tear someone apartto maintain our high-up stance.Nobody is better .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1004985/ The humidity is so hotas I walk down the street,my legs aching and hurtas I have weak knees,but no money in the budget(not in this economy)for a cane or walking stickfor an old man like me. In the middle of the streetI find that I have to stop.I just want to go home,but my hat ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1004477/ She removes herself from the situation, and rises up above the clouds. She doesn't look back down at the wreckage, only up at the positively endowed.She has moved beyond the negativityand she will show you how.Just look up at the sky and you'll see herrising up above the clouds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1004385/ a prose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1004370/ not for the faint of heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1004272/ really random. tell me if it makes sense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1004256/ To be your little girlis all I could ever want,to kneel at your feetand proclaim my submission.To be dominated by my masteris my ultimate wish,your collar around my neckto remind me I am yours.To be loved and abusedby you whom I trust.I am your submissive girl,to you I belong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1003637/ These eyes have seen thingsthat others have not.These eyes have rememberedwhat others forgot.These eyes have seen black nightsand shooting stars.These eyes have seen loved ones dieand others bleed and scar.These eyes have experienced painthat others couldn't comprehend.These eyes could tell sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1003634/ prose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1003274/ a prose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1003262/ this is the "traditional" phases of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1003191/ What's it called when "making fun" isn't fun anymore?When an elementary school girl is lying dead on the floor.What happens when the school didn't do anything to stop it?When the parents called the principal and he said to drop it. What's it called when a place of learning is no longer saf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1002816/ Went to my food bowl this morningonly to see the cat food I despise:it's the food the vet recommendedthat my owners went out to buy.I can almost taste it from here,the vegetables and lack of meat-but I know they won't refill the bowluntil I finally suck it up and eat.I snoop around the car.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/1002796/ I imagine you beside mekissing my neckas the darkness surrounds meand I begin to sweat."You're my little girland you'll do as I say,I am the master, and you are my slave."Your words warm my heartas it beats double time.You lock the collar around my neckas you say, "You are mine."I do as I am a told,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/999365/ love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/999121/ This love of oursI came to question;wonderingof your deception.Tears in my eyesmuch too early;wondering if youmeant to hurt me.Or is it justan accidentalmelancholictempermatalside-effectof being with you?You're ups and downs,your "I love you's".My puzzle piecesfell apart,should I have lovedfrom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/999111/ my thoughts about something that happened last night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/998363/ At times like thisI feel the most alone.I wish I didn't have to second-guess myself,but wishes don't come true.I haven't heard from youin a day and a half now,and there's no excuse.I refuse to sit and wonderif you're dead or alive,only to have you pop back upa few days from now,telling stories of "b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/998354/ Treading the line betweenreality and imagination,unwilling to comprehend the truth.She lives in her dreams-in bright colored skies filled with"coulda/shoulda/wouldas",dancing along bright clouds,never realizing she's slowly slipping.Everyday she slips farther andtreads deeper into denial,and pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/997890/ With you I feel peace,warm as a campfire drift.I see a future bright as a starshooting across the atmosphere.Within I feel your steady handcalming the deadly oceans,allowing me to feel safe againas warm currents replacewhat used to be a dead sea,but is now alive and thriving.You let me feel all the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/997790/ I know that this is right,that this is what I want to do,and the smile on your faceshows that you want this too.Your smile so beautiful,joy radiating off your face,your smile so contagiousthat I can't help but do the same.These are the times I treasure,just laying here with you,feeling the heat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/997599/ a poem I wrote a few months ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmmt1996/997008/