http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shalena%20Taylor The original writings of author Shalena Taylor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022517 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is extremely long so don't read unless you have the time to sit down and read alll the way through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593445/ Should I finish this? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593427/ PG-13. :p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593425/ Not too sure..I think I wrote this to stay awake in History class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593415/ A poem I wrote in memory of my cousin who died on May 16th, 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593412/ I need to know if I should omit the last four lines. Opinions please. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593410/ Some extra crap. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593409/ More crap. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593408/ Crap. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593403/ A note I wrote to someone a long time ago.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/593395/ I guess it is self explanatory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/392623/ About my father. One of many poems I have written about him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/317585/ My teacher had us experiment with one sense and I chose sound. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/317584/ Me, in a metaphoric type way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/317340/ Or is it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/285689/ Just a random poem I wrote about the world nowadays. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/285688/ "No" "Please?" "Why?" "Just because" "Not good enough" "Sorry" "For what?" "For this" *click* In mental anguish, I cry out, unable to tolerate the deep pain that penetrates my mind and controls my every thought. Did you love me, do you love me, will you love me?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/222773/ Tired, aloneSitting here thinking.Hot tears, rolling down the cheeks of the abused."Woe is me"Help me, save meTake me away.F**k you for crushing my soul.I breathe.A fresh flood of tears comes down.I ignore them and roll over in my bed.Maybe sleep will calm me.Suicide?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/222742/ Cross me Double Cross me Kiss my eyelids and tell me your faithful. One more white lie through your perfect smile. I hurt you in my mind for hurting me inside out. I see how you look at her, how your supposed to look at me. One more black lie the truth being shown in your prett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/222740/ Games The trust game. Catch me when I fall. The love game. Hold me in your arms. The hate game. Don't talk to me ever again. The friend game. Best Buddies for Life! The broken heart game. I cry myself to sleep over him. The Popularity game. "Well, she shops a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/222737/ Tree of knowledge and understanding. Tree that has always been there for me. You remember that night don't you? Midnight black sky, bright starts. Fire! How I played with it. Burning things to my desire. Paper, pencils, everything. Mom saw it. Burnt matches and pencils. Anger! Anger flared and anger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/222736/ The break of day, a new wind, everything colorless, I walk the streets. Lovers sit under a pale sky, whispering, holding, loving. I look down. The hems of my too long pants brush the black grass. When I look back up the scene before me has changed. My family is before me now. They are praying over a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shalena-Taylor/222735/