http://slow.writerscafe.org/Beamer_Baby The original writings of author HeartBound en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108817 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I said its gonna be alrightThere is no words to describe how wrong i waslate at night, the words haunt meits gonna be alrightwhy did i dare say the words i knew would hurt the mosteach saying of those words from my lips to your ears, tore us apartand now i can no longer bring up the emot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/508599/ The way words seem to flow from your lips angers me.Its never so simple and easy for me.and yet, she is picked over me, i do not understand.You acted as if i was more important, but i guess i misunderstood.I was never even close, because as long as she knows your number, and knows that with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/446777/ I see the way the light shines off the moutain tops, the gentle slope of the snow as it graces the land ever so sweetly, and one day I too hope to grace that land, and become what I have always wanted to be, Imortal.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/379330/ In the gentle breeze god whisperes his name, his heart knows only suffering but his soul is pure and gentle, no one sees the truth behind the body language, and yet I do, I see the way he reacts to the pain of the earth spinning and yet he is standing still. His soul is fading and yet his body still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/379329/ Kiss me, make it better and hold me tight, I ache for you, for your touch, the soft pressure of your body against mine, in my mind your my fantasy, my heat, what keeps me warm at night, the thought of you against me fills my mind so I can hardly breath, I want to hold you tight and breath you in and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/379328/ When I finally get to heaven I’ll see her smiling face, telling me welcome home and she will take me to her house just like she did when she was here and if I tear shall fall she will say don’t worry grandma’s here, and everything will be ok. She will know just what to cook becau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/289404/ In the deepest part of my mind I'm dark, twisted, with barely enough sense to control the evil that would consume my soul if I let it.Those who see my smile, see it as just that, a simple smile that shows happiness and joy, but to those who dont see my smile for that, know it is truely a mask.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/275146/ I worry about him, I have no way to get through to himHe's a boy, but i want him to talk about his painI cant force him to share, but I feel when i make him promise its forcedMy worry for him has consumed every fiber of my beingMy love for him makes me trust that he will be okHe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/275138/ In laughter and happiness the night comes waiting, slowly creeping until it can attack, darkness fills the soul and enjoys the pain and suffering it has brought, no one is safe the night flows freely and chooses the happiest and pulling them in.Once your in you can never get out, no ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/243281/ why do you have to act as though nothing i say matters?when i say i love you all you say is ok i love you toodo i mean so little to you that you have to show no emoition when we are together?oh whats this? a peace offering? you dont know the meaning of the word peacea ring? marry y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/226688/ in a world where time in meaningles no one see's the truth, the inevibility that is always going to come, for those who wish to save their time  find a moment and make it slow down, in the eternal struggle against life no one can breath, a simple kiss, a dying wish, and all is black and gone, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/222528/ vampire story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/218196/ It was a dream, thats what Rick told himself everynight when he woke up to hear the sounds of a child screaming in his mind, it was all a dream, a dream that he could not remember and if he could choose he would rather not to. Rick pulled himself from the bed the screaming still fresh in his mind &q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/218086/ a short story that may or may not have ended..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/218058/ for most a second is nothing but for all a second can mean life or death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beamer_Baby/218049/