http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rose1313 The original writings of author Harley Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013767 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Welp. Not posting this right now but need to keep it somewhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1271136/ Dealing with some stuff. Mostly friends. Decided to write this. Sorry it sucks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1208006/ Something I would never say to "your" face... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1170657/ I decided to write a short love story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1167592/ There are so many thing I can't say to other people whether it be mean or something I just can't put into words, so this is the book of my poems of things I can't say. Let's make it a game. Guess Who. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1164373/ I feel like a may be writing a lot of these for different people in my life... This one is my first for a good reason.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1164068/ I walked into my mess of aroom and straight to my bed. I tripped over somethingand gracefully fell on me bed, flat on my face. "Damn it. Youreally should clean up in here, Zo," I said aloud to myself. "Justnot tonight.”Grabbing my homework and throwingmy bag on my bed, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1161440/ A clean white blanket covers the earthErasing all colorBlindingly whiteChilling all that which crosses its pathCreeping through the cracksBeing sure that you freezeStealing your heat as you walk among it"Enough," we all cryBut we will just have to sit hereWaiting for the warmth to returnBecause we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1156167/    The bustling of the hallway, a common Friday afternoon ritual. Everyone wanting to get out of this dreaded prison of a school. Going to see friends or just hang around at home. I walk slowly to my locker. I have nowhere to be, nor do I ever. Never have I 'hung out' on a Friday e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1152853/ He only lives for her... She doesn't want to live at all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1152851/ This is a true story... but somethings I had to fill in on my own so you could consider this stretched non-fiction... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1152834/ This is to you- My "friends" -and you know who you are. If you think to yourself "No. She is talking about so-and-so, not me." You're wrong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1148184/ I wear my maskAs the days go onHiding the true meFrom everyoneFrom the criticsFrom the strangersFrom my friendsHiding from the unsaid judgmentsFearing the inevitable And when I get home at nightI cry myself To a dreamless sleepOver and over againContinuing foreverIn a never ending Rut http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1141546/ I see you dancing with herForgetting all about meIn a time I need you mostMy stomach turns And my eyes waterStinging my very soulYou try to apologizeFor hurting meBut you don't understandYou don't know what it's like To be set asideTo not be needed by youI was yours And you were .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1131436/ Wrote it for school... about how people thought his writing wasn't his... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1126409/ Noise so load it mufflesMy thoughtsMaking it unable To speakEveryone goes onAs I sit here Trying to pull myself togetherAs my thoughts being to surfaceThe volume is raisedI am unable To think To speakTo go onAll because of This noise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1125589/ The taste ofblood Rotting mytongue And burningmy throat I limp tothe exit I have toget outBut I can’tI have to faceit allFace thefactsThe truthIt all comesback to meThe memoriesThe pain The angerAll because Irefused .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1125314/ My heart beatsAlong with yoursIn perfect harmonySkipping when you look at meStopping when you kiss meBeating foreverFor you as I waitFor you to hearThe beating that plays only for you I wait for you to hearThe melody of my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1125203/ My mind runsin circlesChasing itself So hard to decideWhat to doShould Ifollow my heartOr my mind Should I beimpulsive Or should I be rational Should I decidenowOr laterWhy is it sohardTo come to aconclusionAnd justmove onWhy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1123953/ Being twirledto the point of dizziness Being forcedto hum my little tuneWeighed downwith the secretsAll I wasasked to hold  Over flowingwith slips of paperOn everypaper is a little thought I could holdno longerPlaced itout of sight &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1123943/ For so many years I was told what to do And how to live my life Who to talk with Who to respect And who to ignore But now it's my turn To decide on my own How I see things How I speak How I walk Because finally I am Independent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1121675/ Now I can seeI’m no longer blindTo your abuseTo your hatredI will walk away for both of usSo that you don’t have to punish yourself any longerI will move on for the both of usSo that you can have peaceI will take it upon myselfTo take the blame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1121668/ I see you every dayBut you don’t see meWhy is thatWhy do you see rightthrough meWhen we used to be socloseI used to talk with youI used to walk with youI used to smile and laughwith youDid I disappearAre you blindWhy so suddenly am IJus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1121660/       Morning rushed by and before I knew it, it was lunch. Gwen sat by me and we shared laughter and cookies. A few people looked at us weird like it was strange that we were talking.      "Hey, are you doing anything over the weekend?" I asked her... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1121098/ The drive home from Heidi's house was quiet. Too quiet for my liking. The roads were slick and I could hardly see anything. these were the kinds of days I would have turned up a sad song and embrace my loneliness but today I didn't feel quite as lonely. I actually felt like I had a friend. It .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1120527/ I'm so stupid! Once the bell rang I went to talk to the teacher about the homework assignment and I took too long.  "Umm... Heidi are you riding the bus this evening?" She glanced at the clock. "Yeah, Why?" I answered. "Your going to miss it if you don't run. Buses leave at 3:15." I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1120427/ Through the trees I seeThe twinkling stars And I wonder to myselfWhat were to happen if They were to fallWould the sky blackenOr would others take theirplaceWould the moon be alone atlastTo shine like a beaconOr would it soon fade As I look up at the stars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1119618/ I Speak, I ListenI Walk, I RunI Work, I PlayI Wish, I Hope, I DreamI am EnergeticI am EnthusiasticI am MeAnd no one else...  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1119609/ Darkness surroundsAbsorbs Everything in its pathHappiness and Sorrow alikeThe darknessCauses fearAnd nightmaresThe darknessCauses painAnd sadnessBut it isn't the darknessIt's what happens in the darkThat we fearBut we all blame it on the Dark http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1118143/ The light hurts my eyesSo blindingSo brightThe light makes it hard to seeThe monsters The liarsAnd so we convince ourselvesThat they aren't thereThe light is deceivingIt hides the truthsWithin ourselvesWithin othersThe light liesAnd blinds usFrom it allWe can't seeBecause ofThe Light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1118138/ My footprints have no pairMy feet drag through the sand So it shall leave a trailTo prove That I walk aloneMy fingers intertwineWith my ownAnd I once again rememberThat I hold hands all aloneThe space around meIs so emptySo cold And it once again reminds myThat I amAlone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1118134/ The silence creeps in So does the darknessMuffling my criesFor HelpFor LoveAnd as the silence thickens I am drown in the sorrow of othersAll whose cries were unheardAnd in some way or anotherWe all cry out For SomethingWhether it beLove Helpor maybe... Hope  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1116286/ Gwen and Heidi may be different but they are similar too... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1113882/ My heart is laced with iceLike the snow that falls aroundIt touches the gentle leavesAnd as I touch the frostMy breath is a fogThe flakes on my lashesMelt away If onlyMy frosted heart could thaw too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1113197/  I wake up with a start. Wait thisisn’t right. I was in the living room. Where am I? I sit up, or at least try tosit up. I feel queasy, not bad but enough to keep me from trying to get upagain. It is dark here, I can’t see anything. It smells musty and rotten.Ireach into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1108622/ Heidi just switched schools and she doesn't seem so enthusiastic about it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1108621/ Gwen meets Heidi... How ironic... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1108616/ As I take my last breathI cling to lifeI cling to my thoughtsMy hopesMy dreamsBut as I lose my gripThey slip through my fingersAnd they all just float awayLike feathers in the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1108304/ WhyWhy are you thereAnd then gone when I need you mostYou encourage meAnd then deny meYou love meAnd then you hate meWhy are you so sureWhy are you so indecisive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1108299/ This is a true and sad story.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1108285/ This is true... but it really is worth the read once i finish editing it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1108280/ As the rain fallsso do the tearsit isn't clear whybecause life is full of fearsBut why be scared whenthe biggest fear is fear itselfBut a bigger fear is loveNo one sees it coming or wishes it awaywhen it comes you feel like you could float aboveit is when it disappears that you fearth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1100438/ Not much to say... It's very emotional yet unattached at the same time... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1100434/ It begins... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1100275/ It all starts here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1100253/ Lisa and her family move to a new home in Buckley, Michigan but they aren't alone. Follow Lisa's and her brother's discovery within the paranormal... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1100252/ Yes? … No? You choose your own fate… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1091283/ Gwen walks alone... Heidi doesn't even bother... Gwen and Heidi both have problems... For Now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1091278/ True love isn't being able to tell someone you lovethem and mean it.Thoseare just words told to hide truths and lies.Wordscan never truly tell of love.Wordsare simply letters on a page in a random array.Loveis indescribable.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1085216/ This is a short story I wrote a long time ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rose1313/1080208/