http://slow.writerscafe.org/hhall8783 The original writings of author Caydie Hall en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009971 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a girl's expectations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/788724/ After every sunset I awakeTo catch His light for your sakeBruised and beaten, I followSwallowing night's sorrowI pull the tears of the worldAnd lift your oceans swirledPeeling the high tide awaySaying, Look up, look, here's the waySo when it is nightAnd there's none other in sightThan my reflection .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/695559/ astropoetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/635154/ the sprinklers go on at nightthe mascara is brushed on in the morningthe photos are edited in the darkthe decent are kept out of the light the grass must be the brightest greenthe eyelashes must be the fullest blackthe photos must have a vivid sightthe decent must be screened Remember befo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/632550/ runnning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/631409/ The tree was an age old symphony, that sat in the field aloneno one stopped to listenno one stopped to noticewhen The Wind blew the notes and played the the age old tunein perfect harmonythe sound drifted into the distanceas the notes danced along with its age old Musician http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/628245/ one true summer night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/597596/ revised http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/541944/ "Protect me" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/536563/ I set upon a journeyto find that something yearningI left it all behindto reassure my mindI stumbled upon a paradisethat made me question my priceI told myself I deserved thisI told myself I was not made for blissThen I told the false voice to silenceand heard the real voice's presenceasking, "What .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/513410/ A short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/494493/ Mother, may I take two baby steps forward?Yes, you may.Mother, may I climb in the tree?Yes, you may.Mother, may I draw your portrait?Yes, you may.Mother, may I grow up?Yes, you may.Mother, may I be who I am?Yes, you may.Mother, may I be your friend?Yes, you may. Mother, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/486886/ I saw her slip away from the chapelI saw her while watching you leavefrustrated, you hesitatedI saw you playing the guitaroverlooking the bluffI heard your magical soundWere you playing for her?I saw your passionI heard it echo out across the cliff's edgeI saw you se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/473615/ Bum dum deeWaitin' in my carUp ahead there is sheBrilliant shine in the sunGlowin' as she runs Dee dum bumShe gets a little closerSlouch a little lowerHer mouth a perfect humShe doesn't know a thingRun, run, runOn the perfect pavementHer heart a flyin' fun Dum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/466996/ I love the World You created, Lord. I'm happy when I'm with You,In Your world, this planet, this EarthIn the trees and the fields,Surrounded in Your beauty, Your World.But then I go into Man's WorldEveryday, I wake up in it.For some reason, I have to live in Man's World.I can't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/456507/ I remember the dayGreen couches and tearsHow could I have been so selfishCurling my hair and lining my eyesHope, you were gone.Phone calls and hugs.And I went out to my school dance.Picture taking and smiling."Forget, don't remember."Car rides and flashing lights.Would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/438056/ Turn a new pageOpen a windowToss and bury all those memoriesInto a box Where's the lid?Do I have the strength to close it--Am I able, am I ready?--to close it.Goodbye, pain. And love.How I look inside you, Shoebox, and SmileAt my youth, my naive dreams, my mistakes and&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/438035/ graduation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/402030/ "[Sherlock Holmes] did not even know whether the earth revolved around the sun or viceversa, since it was a matter or profound indifference to him andaffected his work not at all." Did it matter to Sherlock Holmes whether the Earth revolved around the sun or vice versa?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/401999/ a true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/372364/ To the lonely girl,it's not just one bad nightone tired timeone awful head acheone mistake or heart breakit's every dayevery living breathing dayit goes wrongall wrongthere won't be better daysthere will always be wrong dayswhich will be years and centuries and eternity.so do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/356978/ "How do you feel?""I feel like I'm swimming in really cold water. Shaking. Like really cold. Like even if I could escape the water, I'd die of hypothermia. But, I can't escape the water because my legs suddenly cramp up. And as I'm sinking to the bottom of the ocean, a huge whale co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/356973/ You're completely right    You don't have to put up with me  I led you on wrong  So you have every right to flee   I'm sorry, I'm wrong And I had no right to hurt youI just wanted you the wrong way, I made a miscue&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/355884/ Songs to be in the story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/347116/ (sdd http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/347105/ this is just a work in progress, an attempt to organize my ideas http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/347041/ dangling from a vine, a veinmy broken heart hanging from a vein, broken vinein vainthe winedrips red from the vinebrokendangling heart from a broken vinedangling vinebroken heartdrips red from the veinleaking heartbroken partpain, in vainrain; drips reddeaddangling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/336298/ I fell in  love againafter I fell out of loveI fell in love again. nights under the starsinto early morningssprinklers and lightning bugskites and bikeshigh and low lightsit was strange magicalunreal. uncatchable. like a summer season--passing through.summer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/332599/  "No more.I can't live in your shade." "What? What do you mean?" "I can't see myself anymore under your branches.There isn't any light." "You mean after all the fruit I've provided for you?The leaves I've shed for youYou're j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/329276/ I want him out of my head. It's not like he hurt me. It is just that he stopped caring which makes me sad. That's fine I can move on, but it's hard when he is all around me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/313044/ I wanna Get HighI wanna get highoff your breath higher on this swinglet me fly high aboveget me off the ground high on the sunsethigh off the night let me breathe it ini wanna get highlet me inhale youuntil im dizzylet me take a drag of your wintermin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/313040/  I went walkingwith a butterfly at my heelthe wind picked it up and it caught near my wheelthe wheel spun to the oceanand the tide took its reelI stayed by the lakeshorebut my wound didn't healfloating over the wavesa bird from brasili strummed a little fasternow what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/310970/  Take a step backAfter realizing I was so nearRegrettitng my step backFrustrated with my fear If I could re-stepmy step back,It would be forward to youForwardlylocking my fingers through yoursHolding your gaze as we stand by the doorsAnd whispering my promise to stay .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/310884/  Dear God,      I'm doubting Your love for me. I know You love me, but then why do You torture the ones You love?You gave me a gift, well at least I thought they were gifts. I thought I was good at soccer, I thought I was good at art. And I thought, Thank You God for giv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/309803/  "Do you know what you are going to do?     What are you going to do? Do? Do? Do?" "I am going to write a book that is everything I've ever dreamed.I want to capture everything that can not be captured and carve it into paper and bind those pages toget.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/309760/ thoughts from my bedroom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/281134/ about looks/life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/265413/ its a sign http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/261888/ passing by the streets of atlanta http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/261882/ i wrote this for a contest that asked to describe your dreamday, but i couldnt find the contest after i wrote it.. so here it is with no place to submit it to.. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/261878/  BOY: i dont like parties BOY: or large crowds where i dont know anyoneBOY: because they dont know meBOY: but after they get to know me, they like meBOY: I dont really see whyGIRL: wait whatGIRL: you don't know why people like you?BOY: well yeah i mean what do i have going .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/261875/ Just becauseI'm paleand blondeand without tattoosand without piercingsand plain clothed doesn't mean I'm innocentdoesn't mean I deserve any better kind of look from youthan what you just gave to themJust because I'm branded with "the norm"    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/261872/ When Life gives you Lemons,I eat thembecauseI don't deserve anything sweet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/253804/ Can you love something without knowing what it is, or the mechanics behind it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/245303/ People are divided even though we are the same human creatures. We live separated by class, money, ethnicity, but I was thinking we share something more than air. We are all suffering, we have all shed tears and pain.. we should acknowledge what we have i http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/242201/ AS OZyou swept me like a tornadoand spat me out for funthat whirling ride you forced me onspun me 'til I was undone you surrounded me with colorand offered me so muchit was sweet but all too foreigni panicked at your touch your eyes were unforgivingso I ran for the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/242198/ This is only a draft! There hasn't been complete revision.. and I might want to finish in more depth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/242191/ Read without haste, interpret as you wish, I feel its about a potent will to survive and endure through the pain and agony http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhall8783/242184/