http://slow.writerscafe.org/SangriaGreen The original writings of author Sangria Green en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043677 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  You know you got meI never thought it could beI thought I’d lose you Who knew how right I could beAnd who could blame youI know I can’t it’s just meI know I love youBut baby this can’t be easyAnd I thank you for your honestyYou know you love meBut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/460800/ I’m looking through my glassesWatching your reactionTo the news the word andRealization of what you didGrinning, my head my f*****g messed upHead Cause when all is done and said I’m not the one left unfedAnd this hunger deep inside is getting harderAnd harder to hide&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/232933/ I was a little upset and its kind of unedited http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/227502/ You’re like a dream, a drug, or poemAn addictive paradox with rising steamWith something better in mindDespite embarrassed turns and self hurting wordsWith purposes unkindSmirking sadistically babyAnd I can’t wrap it around my mindAll this time glaring fighting laughing wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/213630/ We say we’re through with all the junkWe say we’re through with all the s**t we lieWe look up stare up at the sky we look up stare up at the sun we’re blind to itIn this darknessI never thought that I’d be the one Thought that I’d forever be caught in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207420/ walk through the darkness and unlock the doorwhat are you waiting for what did you come here forlook in and see me my friendtell my what position you're inthat was no spiritual decisionwalk through the darknessand unlock the looklaugh at my broken wingsno thought to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207415/ old http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207414/ Without visible armor I stand and waitI know of powerI know of the gameI know bare skin is A Poisoned Blade http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207410/ There's something you do to makes me love you there's something in me that makes me prayit couldn't be that I ignore youit couldn't be what makes me staythere’s something in you that makes me hate youthere something in you that’s makes me breatheit couldn't be that you ignore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207407/ There’s a monkey wrench in my head Its hurts to thinkI can figure out which voices are mineMind?MineI can’t understand why they all rhymeWith a rhythm and beat they’re stuck in my headMy mama and my brother might say I’m better off deadThen in a hospital tied .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207405/ We understand that Many agreements can bereached together in name of our fightBut I can’t stand thisCan’t Try to hold back my natureIn vain of my lifeAnd Afterward I just take out my angerIn the face of a flightThough I find in order to Keep it inside We link that man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207399/ I'll cut off the feet that walk to you I'll envy those who go through what I’ll put them throughI'll cut off the hands that touch youI'll watch them do what I want to doI'll cut out the eyes that admire you Walk around high from hiding youWhy do you beg and cry for us I'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207398/ I dyed my hairand stole the sky wore the starsdon’t ask why My shades were studdedYou could die love letters worthlessthey can’t flyMemories nothingdon’t ask why I pierced my ears We rode the wind This wound you made won’t ever mindYou asked me to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207397/ I’m confused about it The words too heatedThe reason too clearI understand and I hate it because it makes it a lieA friend is an enemy and an enemy is a friendTime and time again I don’t want to understandTime and time again the words get soheated a fight or two beginsT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207395/ I don’t know himI only meet him Once That man I still callFather there will be no Summer deathNo tears and Hardly any regretI never knew him and when I wanted to he rancoward coward stingy manThey say he’s hurt and weak now but I have notseen him I have forgotten his face .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207393/ It’s so hot hereI’m burning upI can’t breathe It’s getting harder to fight this A deep despair has cloaked meA burning through my arms hands heartThings I can’t feel anymoreNum .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207386/ Maybe you’re blind my sight getting clearerI’m tasting life more and more now an addiction that only we knowin a world full of dead sheepI’m no herderI do not wish for the responsibilityI am stupid but smartI understand now The delicate art of karmaBinds us in a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207382/ This isn't my usual work. It was inspired by an old play read in class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207379/ Hey reluctancy comes from the minds of the deadWe are not really here We’re really in bedWith our mind in the air We’re picture perfect See each other’s dreams we try to get itReality just laughs at uswe know we’ll never knowquestion it if you cansee through the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207377/ Painted Raining on another dayyou appear to medirect all attention into the earthat hears the words that hurt so mucha truth I wanted no one to touch I hate youI will win thisI will bleed as the sun and rain kissthe tears on my face I will conquer you Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207371/ A  Skeleton in my bed   I walk through the roomThere in lightI see it todaySunlight filtering throughA skeleton in my bedA skeleton on my floorA skeleton in my headWhen all was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207339/  You’ve read my story in the paperHeard my style isn’t some old trendYou’ve wondered was I the real Shaper or Did the story shape meIn this land where we all are suppose to be free but then again who am I to say that cause you knew the night might be my only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207325/ Breaking breaking Sinning is what looking toward tomorrow meansI want to hear the ties of the worldFalling far behind me Face the facts you don’t think you’ll surviveWe’re all gonna’ dieAnd I can’t stand the thoughtYour grip might be tighteningWhat am I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207323/ And when they met We are living in a cursed world; The boy looks to his father. The blood runs slowly down the man’s slack face. He turns to the girl whose grinning face causes him to laugh with joy even as he’s thinking “How’d I get involved?” He&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207321/ In the time of war and strifewe were losing the light in our eyesWe were denying the truth of a lifefilled with the pain of ruthlessnessunheededthen out of the controlled emptiness which they were filling our hearts withcame a lady to hold us in her armsat night, singing tales of a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207313/ Maybe it’s a lie but I can’t complyto what you think ofThe strain makes my veins blueThinking of what it truly was that made me begin to love you I’ve never wonderedHow my revolution came While everyone slumberedYou stare pass all the same Maybe it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207311/ I wish I could drop this act Peel off my face for all to seeWish you could take off my maskBut then I won’t feel freeAnd I’m walking on thin ice and a high wire over glowing coalsIf I slip up just once every one Freezes up and I can’t get pass the burning coldA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207307/ Its surprising how you can seem so in control of everything... but so helpless to change.I'm always so amazed when you come back alive...  they say its like I don't want you too even when I cry tears of joy.that’s right...I was crying .Isn't hard to believe ? I was crying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207284/ “I wish to fly”Story 1 A Fresh Start            The scene begins on a rather hot morning in a powder blue bedroom of a spacious one story home of the Evenings family. The room is eerily dark, the only light and sound coming from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207279/ He determinately smiles and the light blocks everything out until he gets his way.He tries his hardest for an impossible goal and what may seem to be arrogance his own confidence shines like a sun which rays point to whoever he so chooses.He wants to be the best. He demands it. I can understan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/207275/ He called me outHe found meAnd asked me words I never heard beforeI see through my dreams nowNo reason for my vision to be clouded nowFor I am not alone anymoreI have found a darkened corner where I can say my final goodbyesWith out regrets I can look toward the past and watch all I le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205331/ The doll and her masterThe doll stood before the king and watched him in his surprise.The King was amazed.Where had she been?The mansion had been locked and the party over, there was no where for her to come.She smiled at his surprise.Then the King was angry.He had forbid the doll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205325/ And all my days are trancesAnd all my nightly dreamsAre where thy dark eye glancesAnd where thy footstep gleams—In what ethereal dancesBy what eternal streams.~Edgar A. PoeThe young man walked down the streets carrying the girl to the house in which they both had come to live.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205322/ Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute  Oh she was a bold one to hide in plain sight.No one saw her for days. There were whispers and searches throughout the night.The king - they suffered - the king was filled with fright.In his frustration and anger he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205316/ The Doll’s Ball She danced and danced as half the crowd laughed.She called and shouted as half the crowd frowned.She could care more they said but she just laughed.No one had gotten to her.Her friends were dancing and jesting and fighting along with her. They were all drun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205308/ Mia CienThere once was a girl who lived in a province called The Gossips’ Archer. It was called this because it was said that anyone who was born ‘outside’ the province was constantly shot with ridicule until some underhanded trick of court caught you and they’d smile a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205305/ The Doll’s Dance  The doll strode into the ball to meet with Silence for the Master always wished her well and this reassurance would surely bring her forgiveness for being there.The Widow let her be and nodded in acquaintance.Silence was a wicked man with a wicked wit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205294/ The MaidShe strode up to the doorway of the Blue Room tiredly. It was late, very late and yet as she had known, there were still many there. In this house there were rules, many rules which she followed, and of these rules there was one which she absolutely despised.It clearly stated as foll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205289/ The Doll’s Grand BallTonight was the night of the grand ball and all the doll’s friends were going.They called and they called but they didn’t dare call out to the doll in public because it was forbidden.The doll was not to have allies.Therefore when the doll froth came.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205285/ The Small Girl The girl look up from her leather bound book and eyed warily the wooden puppets and made-up dolls around her. Quickly she felt around her in the candle light for a thin red slip which she would use as a bookmarker. Finding it, she gasps in relief before placing it and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205278/ All that we see or seemis but a dream within a dream.-Edgar Allen PoeThe Doll, her cloak, and her maskThe doll looked about it.Before it was green clock tower, tilted and glass-like though the true material of which it was made is unknown.It was surrounded by the checkered trees of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205269/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205259/ They call them fuzzy butterflieswith their bulbous bead eyes and tiny framesand imitated beauty.They are worms with a thick woolyVender of superficial design and no masterfulspices to create the picturesque stain glasscut-outs.Perhaps they don’t lie and flutter andrun but fly a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SangriaGreen/205256/