http://slow.writerscafe.org/wendy_chaos The original writings of author Wendy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995393 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is not a story. This is simply a blog. I just needed to get my feelings out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/485141/ This is a dream I had and I just wanted to get it out.*Names have been changed* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/373019/ In someway I speak like the gentle breath of airThen, later on, act like an outrageous flareCalm and melodious as the open seaAlways distant but so dares to dreamWith a smile that’s so soft and sereneMixed with eyes of a dark and a mysterious gleamI am what I am meant to beIn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/344315/ Hello you, it's good to see you again.I haven't seen you since I don't know when.It just seems so long agoBut now I want you to knowThat I've waited for this moment for so longBut when I see you, you act like something is wrong.Why are you acting like this?You are definetely not the pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/344314/ It is quite a contemplationThe power of a words' dictationLike a magic incantationCausing love or inflammation Swear words used in exclamationLeads to moral condemnationAnd in some religious estimationMight affect eternal salvation And words are used.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/344306/ I hate love. I hate the high love give's you almost likea drug. It keeps you up in a euphoric way and thenbeats you like a thug.I hate love. Love is a ignorant emotion for pigs who like to kick up there heels and forget about theredeals , love is not real.Thank you love for never showing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/344303/ One night I wakened from a dreamWith a little frightened screamFor in my troubled sleeping mindRound my neck two hands had been entwinedAs if they had emerged from hell So I went to seek my sister dearFor comfort and to ease my fearBut her form was not within her bedAnd I chil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/338412/ Can you hear itThe screeching of nailsShredding the wallpaperDisappearing around the corner Can you hear itThe screams rising to the raftersShaking the windowsDisappearing into the basement Can you hear itThe fists meeting boneCrushing the bodyDisappearing with ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/338406/ Karen started yawning"Hey Scott, it's time for bed""You go ahead" he answered"I'll surf the net instead""You sure love that computer"Concern rose in her voice"But why would you go surfing?You have another choice""I'll only be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/338397/ Mrs. Lovett Improves Her PiesSweeney was a barber In Fleet Street near the Strand Cocksure was his nature And Cockney was his brand. Lovett was his neighbour,A cook from Cubitt Town,Sharing half a cellar,They both sought high renown.Sweeney Todd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/338390/ And now when i think of you my brain gets fuzzy, kind of numbSometimes you just made me feel so dumbIt's just that the way you treated me was not okayIt's was fucked up, the things you used to say And all the times you used to make me cryTo be honest sometimes i just wanted to die.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/288981/ I screamed so loud So why wasn't there any sound?I'm slowly slipping into insanityAs my life becomes my worst fearI'm sitting here all aloneFeeling the effect of a world turned upside-downMy life is spiraling down into darknessAs I further into my self created HellWishing to end it a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/288831/ This is a poem i threw together in a couple of hours for my English class.We could write about anything we wanted to.The only exceptions were that there had to be 16 lines and each line had to have 10 syllables.The format was abab, cdcd, efef, ghgh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendy_chaos/288824/