http://slow.writerscafe.org/jax1321 The original writings of author BasketballGirl13 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047229 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Awakened by the sunto start a new daybut the clouds still lingerfrom yesterday's pain. I can see it in your eyesby the stress and the tearsthat the problems in lifemake you want to disappear. But the fear of living is a continuous fightlike a headless knightwandering alone and scared. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1076822/ Awakened by the sunto start a new daybut the clouds still linger from yesterday's pain. I can see it in your eyesby the stress and the tearsthat the problems in lifemake you want to disappear. But the fear of living is a continuous fightlike a headless knightwandering alone and scared.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1060800/ Will it get easierI say at nightas I rest my head on the pillowfor this struggle a circlerepeating arounddrowns me in fear. But some days are great because I lost weightbut I debatethe problems to come. Numb to my actionsbut awake to realitycounting all my cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1049145/ Brick by brickthe layers are stackedresting on my head.The stresses of lifeand the daily complaintsweigh heavily even in bed. For I dread the outcomesfrom the lies and goodbyesI thought we were a family. The fight isn't therecause mom has quitdad has given upwill it end like this? But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1048269/ Living together but worlds apartyou act so dumb and naive. The rings and bond undelrined with frustrationaren't you supposed to make each other complete?Til death do you partbut you're living in the darkafraid to startbut therein lies the problem. Dad's upset because you aren't therealways.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1040055/ I dedicate this poem to my Grandma Margaret :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1039096/ A scar is a markwith a memorysomething that can never be erasedfor it holds a place in your heart Imprinted for lifenow I can never forget because your mark was the first The date of your kisswith your birthday lipsI will never forgetbut the frosting funis just one scar that has a left a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1034472/ Hidden in the closetwe keep it infor fear of letting go Scared of trustwe close our mouths so our secrets remain unknown But through it allI find the lightTry to fightFor the night is dark and cold My weakness is realyet I am scared to tellhidden in my shellthe taste of judgement so r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1032770/ Beauty equals skinnyin our world today.Scales tell ushow much we should weigh.Models show usthat thin is the way.But who is really to say.Reflections in the mirrorare only skin deepbut still I do not eatfor fear of being ugly.Every crunch I take inas it slides down my throatmakes me feel a little bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1028998/ Around the circlea few chairs awaythe truth was finally saidLead dropped to my stomachtears sprang to my eyesfor I finally realized the truthChoking on airI sat there in despairfor what could I really doCuts went deeperwhile you all laughednever made eye contactfelt so trappedheld in my fury and rag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1025951/ Pure as whitefor no knight has saved mewaiting for the right night to comeBut fear has me question the truth and the words for my purity is a game to somethey want to be the onewho claims the night and won the fight for my honor and virtuebut a hoe I am notfor my legs stay shutas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1025946/ A star shoots across the skyin a blink of an eyeit's beauty leaves you in wonderThe flashthe color so bright and newunearths this feeling you never knewbut the star that sparks light can leave the nightleaving complete darknessFlickers, twinklessome chance of hopemay happen from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1025942/ Born into the giftit runs in our bloodthe talent of an athletefrom little league games to volleyball matchesscratches and bruisescontusions and losing were all part of the gamebut we still strove for famefor that is the life of an athlete5 am workoutssweat on the browonly to make us w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1025936/ Lying awakemy mind is aliveI question my thoughts and actionsDarkness surrounds for you are not aroundto put that smile on my faceI place my phone in my handstrying to understand the man on the other sideyet I get no replyMaybe it is me for I push too hardMaybe it is you for you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jax1321/1025930/