http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dotsoo The original writings of author Dotsoo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042756 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You've created a Monster,You bring it out of me,And no one I'm close to, Should ever have to see,The way I'm made, the way I live,The way I'm supposed to be.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1038513/ So I have been thinking about how I write,And how it upsets me, and that's just not all right,Other's are better, so where do I stand?I've given up hope with my writing at hand.God, it upsets me to see others' work,I envy their pieces, their poem's and words,I should't be jealous, but I realize I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1038496/ Blue isthe color we seen in our veins,Blue isthe color the sky sometimes claims,Blue isthe color within “those blue eyes”,Blue isthe color that often survives.  Red is acolor that shows when we bleed,Red isthe color of fiery heat,Red isthe c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1037885/ Love is the bond http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1037883/ When you drift from someone special, it really affects you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1037602/ Have you ever felt so lonely,And no one was around,And when you look into the mirror,Reflection was not found?Or how about in Winter,When laughter is not there,When coldness fills your heart and soul,No warmth's  in the air.Well hold on to my voice, And know that I'm not far,I'll be right .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1037154/ Friday's good, Saturday's awesome, but Sunday brings me dread. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1034648/ Maybe you'll see it again, maybe you won't. . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1032354/             “Don’t panic. Don’t scream. Don’t move.” The boy’s voiceis different than the shadow’s, but has a vague resemblance. “I promise I won’thurt you.”    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1031499/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1031498/ I stare out the window, and ontothe street,My mind casts up ghosts, and withtheir eyes I meet,My heart starts to cry, but Iwrench back the tears,For I will not fall flat for allof our years. Your eyes hold a difference, fromwhich I once knew,They hold but a sor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1031280/ Sorrow is the sadness,The empty, hollow heart,It creeps inside your every thought,And tears your mind apart.It's in the every raindrop, That falls upon your head,And when you think "It's nothing",It fills your soul with dread.It's when the sun is dimmer,Then the day before the last,But even as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dotsoo/1029661/