http://slow.writerscafe.org/jodisharp The original writings of author jodi sharp en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106078 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Humor me for a bit, take in my wit.Drink in my point of view wear my shoes.Dancing in shoes with ruby red glitter over them. Looking up at a face not so similar to mine.A face carved by angels, so divine.So why would I not fell safe so why would I fell so alone. Humor me for a bit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/255341/ You don’t know this anyway Come on say it nowSay your made me for being so negative Say you cant stand my frown I can’t stand it to.But I’m loosing my grip and IFell as if I’m loosing all my friends and patientsI fell as if I’m losing all I ownAnd the on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/253715/ Kristin stood alone on the top floor of the Grandville high school, looking over to railing that separated the top floor and a very painful  fall. Kristin was the girl who talked to her self so she would stay out of her own head. She walked around the school with a smile but at the same time ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/252797/ A man sat at his desk counting his finger“one two…..three.”The mans name was nick. He had a desk job filling out papers and setting up appointments for some CEO lady on the top floor. This man, nick had a disorder of extreme paranoia. He spent most of his days working hiding u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/245273/ Louder yes louder.The music pumps through the speaker.Louder.I sway as the hard rock screams for me.I scream. AhhhhhhhhhhhhLouder.I jump up and down as I hit a hard cord on my air guitar.Louder I scream. As I do  a stage dive into the crowd.Yes new York city, I’m going.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/236835/ Don’t get me wrong I believe in God.But as a gay child does he believe in me.I go to church I walk up the stairs.I sit in the chairs.I’m told to be gay is to be dammed.I listen with open ears and pray Don’t get me wrong I believe in God.But I get spit on. Woken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/236375/ Am i the only girl who thinks on her own am i the only girl who has a mean toneam i the only girl who hided on her sinkam i the only girl who would never drink am i the only girl who looks pass the outter youam i the only girl who likes to try something new am i the only girl that talk t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/234809/ why must i have a felling for evrey thing.why cant i just be.i,ll be ok if you leav me to think in my on little boxof imagination dreaming of waters filled with rocks.i promise i will hold my self high if you let me dream of roses and sandcasels.i'v looked in the mirror and have not known .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/234784/ If I was a fly on the wall.I go to your house.I watch your every move.To see when come in and out. If I was a fly on the wall.I’d fight with ants.And I would steal your Food.I discover things you .Never knew. If I was a fly on the wall.I would laugh all day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/234283/ “She loved the snow I wish it snow to night, on her birthday”.My day just looked at me.“Don’t you think that be great?”“ya, but I doubt it will.”“It’s so cold, why not?”“just are luck he laughed.”“I know you mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/234171/ Look what daddy did  “Mommy mommy, what is daddy doing?”“what do you mean honey?”“ I don’t think it’s fair mommy.”“sweetie stop playing around what do you mean?”“you not even let me play in the bath tube.”Eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/234153/ Lucy  Once when I was six, yes you heard me right, six.  My mom, room mate, and roommates son lived in a house in north Carolina.  Charles, the son loved to play with me, best friends and inseparable. We had always played out side in the yard.  Never really having much intera.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/233881/ We are the shy people  I hide in a cornerThey call use wall flowersWe can hide behind a camera orA canvas. We can love and we Can hate. We can be free and be held in.We are people to.We just suffer from hiding syndromeWere we hid behind fear, music, books, art and are excuses!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/233857/ factorA factor is - anything that contributes causally to a result; "a number of factors determined the outcome. Aka  things that happen that makes are life go down the crapper.What was the factor that made my husband cheat ?What was the factor that made my daughter be bulimic?Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/233843/ sitting over hear by my self.i see so many faces .non of them won't to help me.only their  self. Im paranoid.They want to trape me .Won't  to hurt me .They love to see me cry.Trapped in the desperation of my soul.But Every one is lossing thiere self in the pain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/233723/ Over the mouth living life’s made me weakSome times I don’t want to speakIm mean and angry I act outBut now I wont. I wont talk about my issues I wontFrown. I wont let my anger bring others downI wont be happy but it will not show. I’ll say im happy And no one will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/229955/      "Love is nothing you will be the best spoke holly’s great aunt. She cupped her face turning her to the mirror. You may not be the most beautiful girl but you are the most talented, the most intelligent and the bravest girl I know."I just stood an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jodisharp/229702/