http://slow.writerscafe.org/SConway The original writings of author S.E. Conway en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047110 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 different than my usual http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/442153/  you say you understandwhere i'm coming fromso you sayyou know how i hurtwhere i scarwhy  runhow i hideso you sayyou wont do anythingso you sayyou wont try anything funnywhy would i trust someone so willinglyso instintaniouslylike you expect of mejust becausey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/336345/  Im so brokenunable to heal my painIm so hardenedfrom my life i lived in vainfrom the blood i took awayto the things i would never saywhy would you look right through meright past my fading smileto see my old concealed frownwishing i would drownin my dispareno one around.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/312622/ i'm falling into all to well known pathslooking at opjercts as ways to end, not lasta last resort in ever thoughta thought of dripping pulseof fading colorof fading thoughtof ending all the fleeting chaosof the fact that all is lostall is goneat last is forgotten it seemsthe joys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/291644/ grr...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/289681/ this is for 'secret fantasy' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/274315/ for the competition "hugs not drugs" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/267042/  i look in the crowdat thisyearbook dedicationi see people i've knownsince my early education'if the seniors would rise'was announced through the room all of us stoodsmilesand tearsthat this was really the endhow much we had changed,the friends we had gainedwho wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/263361/  these thoughts of youso little timeso little thingsknown to usbut at  the same timei think of youevery minuetof every daythe way you smilethe way you dressthe way you walkthe way you caress my side at nighthow could i ever forget how you look at mehow you talk to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/261613/  when does back of house, fall in love with front of house?kitchen, for a waitress or hostess?when does someone of his age,love someone like me?when does something like this happen? only to me apparently...         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/259890/  Mr. Allan, British literatureMeghan QuinnEssay final #2“Choose and discuss one lesson you have learned about society and mankind during this course. Support your answer with 3 works we have read. You should have 5 paragraphs. Remember to answer in essay form.” Essa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/257752/ a tidbit in timeis our own lifea little blip in the systemjust another drop in the soilthis earth has seen so manycome and gowe do not controlwho staysand who goesone for a few hoursone for many yearsone for a few daysall shed with tearsremembering odd fearsthe joysthe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/257713/ it was pure perfectionfrm every chissled texture of his frameto the way his face softened when i whispered his namefrom the way he walkedto the way he spokehe had his little perfect wayshis perfect sizeperfect girthperfect little trail of coathow was i to realize that timeon the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/257285/ i love to eati love to use chopsticks with my meatsi love to use my own special sauses when i eat the food my man cookslicking off the leftovers from my chopsticks,loving the delicate taste and warmth on my toungethe length of sausage spilling down my throatcapturing my sensesthe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/257277/  Darling, don't turn on the lightsLet’s see each other by candle lightLet us find each other by our finger tipsBy our tongueWe can find our way around You see me sitting here all arousedI know you see the flushing color on my skinTake your timeYour head will spin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/257228/ touch mesieze mecapture my sensescapture my mindcapture my body with yours have mewant metake mehaunt mehave your way with metease me with yourselflul my sensesperpetual fallingtrembling stancespresperation and tearsscreams and moansgasps of breathgrasps of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/257220/ in class we were required to do a compair and contrast essay to beowulf. i decided to do an essay on modern moms(my heros) ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/256693/ this is for a contest.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/255780/ so sick of this tormentthis blowing, sniffling hell all these tissues driving me madall these pills and teas and healing tonics how was i to knowthat those germy little kindswould one day be the end of me this hell of sicknessthis void of wellnesswill surly be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/255685/ i worry i am not enough for youi worry that it was all a fancyi worry that its all gone awryi love youi loved youi'm scaredbecause i'm so prone to changeas i grow a little bit olderto find myselfin this world of oursi wonderwhere i stand in your lifei wonderedif i was forgo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/254560/ i wonder...if i were forever trapped in my silencewould i sufferor would i be drenched in solaceforever wonderingwhy i took free speach for grantedto forever speak with my hand and with paperforever scilenced from the world forevermy voice lost in the pools of thoughts and terrorsh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/254559/ i am a designera lookera maker i am someone who thinks of something, and seconds later it is on a sheet of paper floating down a fast pace laneon to imageson to insanecomputershologramsanything to my delighteverything and anything in sighti am a designerits what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/253557/ a demolition sitejust like my lifejust like my lovejust like my roominwich we shared eachothers warmth how could you just walk awayhow could you let me fade that wayhow could you leave me herejust the way you didn't say good bye that day i knew it wouldn't lasti kne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/253031/ this is a kind of writting that i have not done in a while. it is a little more illusive than most of my other owrk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/251061/ if i could talk to godi'd ask him whyi do so muchso littlehow i know so muchand reap so littlewhy when i go to sleepi cry at night"i'm not like other girls"why guys see me assome odd far away person from realitydoing so muchasking for so littlefor doing for the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/249517/ I wish when i walked in a room,or down the streetmen would look and smilethinking"what i bautiful woman"instead of turning awaythinking "why did i look?"i wish girls who saw methought "i wish i looked like her"instead of "i'm glad i'm not her".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/249515/ i thought i had gotten therethe pinacle of perfectionthe best i could bethen it hit mehow can i be the best i can bewhen i look like thisand am who i am today you can always be betterbut for mebetter is lightyears away from where i standbut today,i take the first step in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/249021/ maybe i'm ment to be alonemaybe i'm ment to be left heresitting in puddlesof tears unshownmaybe i'm ment to be desired but unlovemaybe i'm ment to be on my ownmaybe i am not ment to bein the real world doing normal thingsi am ment to be a workeri'm ment to be disfigured and grusum .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/249017/  in the beginning...there was you, and there was melaughs and tearsjoyous timessprinkled with hidden fearsi hid away, the secrets i heldto my heartis where they should have stayedmy spirit was wildyou placed it in barsyou treated me as if i was a childyet you acted as if y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/248883/   i sit here, alone with no rhythm, no tone i watched you cry, in front of me you could have died, i hope you see i watched him die, over seas forever gone, no heartbeat i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/248882/  i watched you pass by                a spark in you eyei fell for you right then and there              you were that guyyour voice was co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/248879/ crashes___slashesburns____________no remainswho was to know_____who could have thought? __ who would have donesuch a thing ___________ to ___me ____________ to usthe flowers bloomed_____ lovely _____ colorful_____ passionate _______ flavorfuli wanted to forgetabout what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/248878/ you found me herestanding here aloneabandoned and unlovedashamed and unknownbitter an brokenyou found me herewith dust on my heartshards of life still alofti was silent, watchingyou walked closer to my quiet paradoxmy black and white photograph of past paridisemy dillusion of l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/248877/ scars are what you seetears are what you seebones are what you seewhat your staring at is mecursing is what you hearcrying is what you hearscreaming is what you hearwhat your hearing is me againbruises are what you feelbroken pieces are what you feelshaking in fear is what yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/248876/ to the boysyes, boysnot men, but boysyou need to be a good childto be a good sonyou have to be a good sonto be a good brotheryou have to be a good brother to be a good influenceyou have to be able to help yourselfbefore you can say you help othersyou have to be a good influen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/248875/ when you were oneyou could walk a few stepsand you were proudwhen you were threeyou could count to fiveand use the bathroomon your ownwhen you were sixyou could ask for foodand tie your shoesand you would smilebecause you knew you couldwhen you were eight you thought .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/248874/ beliefs lain in stonethe culture plastered in our present daymasterpiecesthe formula for lifesprawled across landscapes of buildingstriumphscontinuous praise on the misunderstood waysof a forgotten peopleof a culture long agowhen all was simpleintelligence as not just a way to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/248693/ wrought with ironyyour sins came alivea little one herea smudge therepercariously pearched, the devil sitsplaying his bitter songupon his lairs threashholdawaiting his new found loversto bring to his destitute palaceto keep them locked insidea world of liesof broken promiseso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/244380/ for 'phobia' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/243941/ just another daywith ordinary peoplewith secrets kept locked awayfrom ordinary eyesreal hair colorsvanishedreal personalities forgottenreal truths real emotionswho would ever rememberwho you were a year agowho would dare to remember what your nose was last summerwho would cho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/242891/ caution: this is a poem written in rhemanglitch. and there are like 10 people who can speak it. but i love how it looks... so... here it goes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/239603/ you judged me from the startyou grasped me by the throattrheatened the life heald within my mindmy heart was in piecesyou crushed my insperationhad me hide in humiliation for who i wasyou couldn't let me live a good lifeyou couldn't let me be happy without youyou couldn't accept th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/238550/ this is for the contest the darkness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/238541/ i'm afraidof your touchof your viceof your most wonderful soul seeping into mineclaiming it yoursbecause you can't be minenothing this amazing would ever be minesomeone like you wold never see me as something worth whilesomeone like you only exists in fairy talesi'm falling for you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/237731/ don't forget medon't forget when we metdon't forget me in the faces of the beautifuldon't forget my face in the condemmeddon't loose sight of my eyes in the tearsdon't forget the screaming of when i left, dragged by my hair in tearsin shattered personagein tatters was my soul when i le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/237207/ sigh.sigh.sigh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/237203/ this is just something that came to my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/236767/ how is it that you are everything that i thought i would never find again? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/236763/ "Marry me"the words struck me like anvails we've known eachother for so long, and yet, you know me so little, you don't know who i have becomewho i amwhat i could bewhen we meti was youngyou saw an annorexic wreckand yet, you still smiled at mewhen we first metyou were a brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/232841/ the daybegainlike anyother day would havewith dawnand rainand foodand youthe entire idea that everything would be okthe thought that everything would be better soon in the daywith youand medidn't know it would turninto an escapeto be freeto hhave funto be meonly i d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SConway/223583/