http://slow.writerscafe.org/CottonCANDY3 The original writings of author CJ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024839 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I can't do this.Everyday it's another lie,another smile, another excuse.Go ahead, ask what's wrong.I am depressed! I am sad!I am completely unhappy!I don't know what to do with my life!"Just tired."I lie to everyone so easily,but it is so hard.I want to, I need tolet it out somehow.To write it all d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/951817/ Shadow RealmIt's a world of sunshine, beauty, and grace.Everyone is thrust into this perfect world.They glide around, a smile on every face.But some are fake and ice cold.A gorgeous day floats by,As she trudges through.She is followed by a dark portion of sky,all her nightmares have come true.She ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/951592/ just a rant I guess... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/951374/ It's just the way I feel.No,I don't want to talk.It's not like I can.There's  no way to explain.Plain and simple.(im depressed)It's how it is.No,I don't want help.The only place I am most comfortable,is alone.And even that hurts.The words are in me,bottled up,screaming,trying to burst out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/951371/ Sophomore Slump.Realization.She wakes up.Feeling the same way she did yesterday:hopeless,worthless,dug down,six feet under.She walks around,over-sensitive,not wanting to react.She's just there.She can't do anythingor say anything to changethe way she feels.All she can do,is write,pen to paper,let it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/951369/ I don’t feel like doing anything. In fact, I just don’t feelanything. I am tired of this. This life. This house. These people. This feelingof nothingness within me. I don’t know how to make it better. I don’t know whatit is that causes this. I just feel like stone. A ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/844092/ I'm shaking.Hands moving violently, uncontrollably, mindlessly.My breathing is broken, uneven, wheezing.My world feels as thoughit is continuously turning, whirling, spinning, revolving.My hair whips around crazilyas an invisible torment, being, or forceinterrupts its clam, natural, re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/631941/ Kinda self-explanatory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/615308/ Names filter through my head,'No. He's taken.''I don't like him.''Hmmm. These guys are good.'Is it just a built in NEED orautomatic thoughtsinjected into girls' minds?Always love.We need love.We aren't happy without a partner.Why do we need to be like this?It makes girls depressed,and other s***s.Al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/598336/ Broken.Just broken.My humpty-dumpty lifestylehas been put into effect.No fixing.I keep believing that one dayI will be whole.Exceptas much as I try,I only break morefrom crushed hope.Over and over.No one can help.But no one can ever tell.I'm only another face in the crowd.Nothing special.Hope of lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/598334/ As we grow older,why does everythinghave to change?New schools, new people,new enviornments.People leave.You don't knowhow short a time you haveuntil it's over.As tears fall,and goodbyes said and done,you can't believe it's over.Times can't be the same anymore.You have to move on, they have to leave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/598333/ MY LIFE!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/541622/ A red heart,outlined in blackwritten in the small of my hand.There to assureeverything's alright.But when I look at it,I see a crack moving through it.Such a small feature,so prominant, so fooling.To tell everyonea secret, but fake message.A sign to me, though,to pose as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/541620/ A song I'm working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/541618/ I'm adding some old stuff...I realized I have a whole notebook full... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/541614/ i cant take this life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/347706/ Untitled    Roses are red,The sky is blue,What will life be,Without you? There would be nobody who smiles at me whenever we meet eyes,Nobody who supports me as much as you do,No one who is so….you. I’m happier than I have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/319706/ this is just side 1....but i cant write the other side of the story. this could be true...or it may not be true...that's personal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/315579/ .... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/315566/ there was a thunder and lightning rain storm the night before i wrote this, and it was beautiful!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/304453/ i'm laying awake and i cant fall asleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/304332/ i was given an idea...and i think i changed it...but thanks for the idea Justin!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/304322/ I SOOOOOO BORED! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/304005/  Can’t Fool Myself As much as I’d like to think something else,I can’t make myself feel that way.I can’t fool myself about the feelings I have.It would be so much easier if I could,Then I wouldn’t get hurt,And I could move on. But not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/301069/ this started as one thing....but the poem changed as i kept writing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/301068/  Explosion   And it begins,The explosion. Yells, screams, shouts, cries.But everyone around is still.No one even makes a sound.They are just normal. Can nobody hear all the pain inside of me?All the cries of help?The crack of a heart shattering?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/291348/ the first stanza is based from lyrics to a song by Natasha Bedingfield: �Yours is the kind of love, That makes nothing else feel good enough, And I�m never gonna give you up, Oh no. Oh no.� I lost my inspiration for my poems, this isnt the sam http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/291334/  What Do You See?  What do you see when you look at someone?Their eyes?Body?Hair?Friends?Popularity? Rarely people look at the personality.Can you be the difference?Can you really see me?Inside, I am different.Looks shouldn’t matter.But look .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/284481/ it is kinda a story-poem.......im trying something new.....where i take the position of someone else..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/284463/ it might make sense to you, or might not. do you ever look at the first star you see and wish for something? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/282084/ this is dedicated to all my friends, whom I will have to leave next year to hopefully be attending boarding school.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/272592/  Cover Her Ears The little girl,Maybe nine or ten,Sits upon her bed,Tears streaming down her face,Listening to their shouting and yells. Cover her ears!She shouldn’t have to hear this.These hurtful words,Being thrown in the other room,For one to another.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/268191/  __  __  __  __  What I fear,Is bigger than us,But is only a small, four letter word. It is everywhere,And keeps from me sometimes. I fear I will never own it.And it will make me Lost forever. This four letter word is more th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/265790/ Questions Is it true?Yes or no?Was the story made up?Or was it real?If it is true,Did he lie?Just to get them away? I am full of questions,And only one can answer all.I don’t want to ask,But I really want to know. The end of the year, Draws closer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/265789/ it might not make sense, but i wrote it when these words came to my mind, and it shows how my mind is changing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/263722/  Countdown As midnight approaches,I watch the clock. 11:56An empty silence fills the halls,As I am the only awake.No creaking,Or TV.No whispers from one to another.No music,Nothing whatsoever. 11:57Darkness is filling my sight,There is little of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/263719/ sometimes i feel like this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/263707/  The Dragon With wings that make it fly through the heavens,It soars above us. With claws that make it move easily upon the ground,It travels the mountain sides. With scales that make it shimmer,It dazzles us with its beauty. With its massive size and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/259602/ this can be seen two ways: 1. a land in imagination or 2. childhood disappearing as we grow older (going from young wit many things to older and having to get everything yourself but not being able to get everything u want.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/259591/  The Sun Bright,Hot,Energy-filled.To easily put it,The sun. The opposite of lunar,The sun comes out when we are most lively,Most of us, that is.For some aren’t so lucky,And must sleep,Miss the light and joyous aura of the sun. This we couldn&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/256439/  The Stars If I wish,Upon a star,My dreams shall come true.The star that shines,As bright as it might,Is so far away,Far from my wish.Will it receive it?Will it know it’s from me?Maybe I should sign my name at the end.Would it help?Or is all this a little .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/256424/ Thanks to Justin for giving me the suggestion! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/256416/ i don't know what to classify this as http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/256403/ i wrote this especially for a contest that caught my eye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/251962/  That One... His eyes look my way,Then quickly downward,Afraid?Not as much as I am.To do something stupid,In front of him,Would be the worst. Our eyes meet once more,I fake a smile,As I make my way to my next class.He looks too,But his expression is blank.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/249359/  Dancers Their bodies sway,To the beat of the music.Hip hop is their favorite.Smooth movements,Or perfectly abrupt ones,Fill the dance floor. They are talented,As they know all the dances,Of the times.Dragging people out onto the dance floor,To start the pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/249273/  Her An artist,Though there are many,This one in particular.Shines bright,With humor,Smarts,Creativity.                      Doesn’t boast.Just smiles, nod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/249260/  The Girl With her hair,As bright as a fire,She stands out,Different from the rest.Not just because of her looks,But for her fun,Active,EnergeticPersonality. She is smart,A good friend.Annoying,I have to admit.But it happens to the best of us.She is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/249255/  The Talkers They speak in whispers,Behind your back,When they think you can’t hear.But what they don’t know,Is that you can.And it hurts with every word. They spread rumors,About hurtful things,And say them so well,That all believe them,And spr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/249251/  The One Laying Under the Stars She is the girl,People might think of as weird,We all know,That you just have to know her,To know that she would be the one,Laying under the stars,Just gazing at their beauty,While everyone else is around the fire,Warming up. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CottonCANDY3/249248/