http://slow.writerscafe.org/skandah94 The original writings of author Sonia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985170 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wasn’t everything just perfect once?Wasn’t everything just fine?Didn’t I make you proud enough?When I followed your lines. I’m sorry that I strayedI’m sorry that you stayedTo watch me fall And I hate the way you stareI h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/967315/ I think many time I act like the "you" in this poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/944900/ Although I know these things obviously don't apply to all stories/books etc, this is just an observation of things I see in teen pop culture and in the majority of shows and movies. Why is it that characters are nearly all the time thin, beautiful and surrounded by multiple potential .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/941501/ Prompt: Part 1: Write one piece with ONLY dialogue, Part 2: Write a piece in the perspective of someone opposite from you, Part 3: Describe a person through their room and scene after an event http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/922855/ Prompt: Write two pieces with varying points of view. In the first, clearly differentiate between viewpoints, in the second don't give any clear indication http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/922853/ Prompt: Write two paragraphs describing a person, the first being strictly physical appearance, the second being personality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/919659/ Prompt: Write two versions of the same scene, each told from a different point of view http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/919635/ I will do it, I can do it, God let me do it. Tired of waiting and trying Tired of myselfAn addiction unrelentingSelf blame self distrustLet me escape Please, let me escapeLet me breatheEvery moment a painful battleI cut my scars deepsUndying deathEternity of slit wristsFuture is dimPast is blackPres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/903444/ Prompt: Describe a setting of time and place without directly mentioning the date or location. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/902511/ Prompt: Write two versions of a story of a woman looking back on the past. In one, have it be in past tense, third person limited. In the second, have it be first person with shifting tense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/902509/ Prompt: Write one paragraph with sentences of 7 words each, and write another paragraph that is one sentence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/902508/ Prompt: Write a paragraph that is one whole long sentence with repetition and NO punctuation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/902506/ Prompt: Write a piece that had a clear "voice" to it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/902505/ A collection of exercises I did for my Creative Writing Course http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/902504/ I watch from corners, hide through wallsEnsnare myself in shadowsThe stronger sex, the weaker heartBreaking through the rows A step a gallop a stillness, retreatBut something holds me thereHer eyes her smile a lovely glowFeet stop senses stare Something given and fingers touchSuch a soft t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/902503/ Something close to my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/820157/ We woke up at our normal time,we followed the same routinePlain breakfast, nothing new,Same as we had always been. We left the house, to the parkWhere the children were at playAnd the mothers gossiped on the benchesJust like any other day. This time we took the north pathbut the difference.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/793887/ Probably one of my most raw and unedited poems, so it is probably far from perfect... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/793485/ The wind was howling terribly that night, and Jeremy was having a very hard time falling asleep. Though his window was closed and the curtains were drawn, it still crept in through the cracks and whistled by his ear.  Jeremy curled up tighter under his blanket and shuddered.  Maybe he wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/793343/ I didn't turn out fine, mother,I didn't turn out good.I didn't turn out perfect,not like you thought I would. I didn't turn out strong, father,I didn't turn out brave.I didn't behave as manlyas you wanted me to behave.I know my heart's not black and white,my face isn't a clean slate.I've done t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/793061/ how i've been feeling for a while http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/793055/ In the moonlightfire glows and they danceCircle, circle roundshaking their feet and calloused handsThey wear their masks as if afraidthat the Devil remembers facesDoused in brother-blood and oathskeeping them in their placesBut Moonlight is a gentle motherwho rarely stops their playAnd so they act h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/723552/ Sorry it's been such a long time since i posted anything... This is supposed to be a song, by the way, but i'm not so sure how it turned out, as this is my first time writing a song ^_^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/723539/ You see me here standing small your thundering voice towering all  I've spent too much time believingand i've spent too much time in hopeAnd now I'm leaving you with heart and spirit broke What foolish devotion this waswhat blind and naive trustto think that you cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/649814/ Some days I think my museis really a crazy ladyshe rambles on inside my headcovering my mind in gravyOne day she's the artistthen she picks up the penand swears herself the writerbut soon she circles againShe fills my head with ideashalf of which fall flatthe other half which zoom right bymuch, much.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/648143/ He was the boy who could notmove the smile from his faceHe loved the worldloved every placeThey would smile with himand laugh sometimes tooAt that time the days were brightthe oceans were blueBut the boy came a smilingupon the fresh dug gravemourners demanded "Why the grin?"Because I know he's in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/648066/ Pencil scratches and loops of figuresA life of binder paper cover the globe in the crumpled mass'cause we'll clean it up laterFurs in summer and ballroom gownsFabrics red and whitewarehouse coats fresh off the minxsqueeze the silk worms dryA house for every man, oh yes,let the animals share the tree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/648054/ What doest a kiss feel like?Is it soft like a rose petal?a brush on the cheek?Is it gentle or strong?Timid? Meek? I know my years are youngMany skies I have yet to seeSo why this thirst when a drink just drunk,why this longing, why this plea? Hands enclosed enclo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/641994/ When i have everything in my graspwhy do my hands feel empty The gold in my pocket is nothing but dirtThe shining coat is filthyI feel so tired, so tired, but i can never sleep and wake up to a world bright and gayI feel like i'm drowning myself and i can't push the feeling away Sleep, sleep why won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/623365/ I bound myself with ropesrestrained every whimcrippled my own two legsconstrictedAnd i wept with tears of regretwith eternal sorry's on my lipswhy was I allowed to breathe?worthlessI filled myself with dirtI fed the inner demons left myself for the worstdesertedBut i AM somethingnot the nothing i us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/620871/ To go along with a book i am attempting to write, with the same name http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/618557/ I am not a lover I do not dreamfor the passionate rose petals to whisper fragranceto brush my cheekAnd when I see youmy knees don't shake,grow weak at the joints or falterand my heart remainseven pacedYou laugh and yetI am untouchedyou smile and I return only withcivility, not longingor lustSo why d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/618553/      The girl who sat in the back corner of the classwas a strange one. Aggie hadn’t even noticed her until two months of the schoolyear had passed, when the girl had slinked into the classroom ten minutes lateand had gotten a reproving glare from Mrs. Flint. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/618544/ First serious attempt at a novel! Hope it works out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/618536/ There in the midst of a thousand facescovered artwork on the sillhidden behind tainted clothclasped in iron's unyielding willAnd there the artist, with frantic eyes,implores to them and vainly cries"Will no one see?Will no one see?Will no one see the world I paint,with cruel strokes, and color faint.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/618099/ Haiku :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/618096/ He reached out a handand offered me Eden offered my the blissful fields of paradiseoffered me a homeBut i could not answer him I could not pass through my lipswhat was not in my heartwhat was not in my dreams"Give me not your gardens,give my not your joys give me not the endless days of sungive me h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/616228/ The trail was a strange oneAn animal, a soulresided in its gravel, made its body wholeIt began thin and weak, bordered by young shrubsHesitantly carved Mixed within the mudIt began to grow strongeras i took my florid stepsThe blooming buds hugged the earthThe jungle vines had creptThen a sharp left .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/615829/ A tornado howling Trapped behind enamel barsI tiptoe on the precipicepraying for the fallFeverish thoughts flicker the bulbDarkness lurking nighA fissure of light, that opportune gleamwhispers with a sighYet the screeching storm remains lockedA passionate fighting captive Dying from hesitancy and do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/615828/ His eyes are dark and his brow is lowthe cut of his face is nothing likethe cut of a gemAnd when he smiles, flowers shut their fragrant petalsshying from the awkward grinHis skin is like a rugged desertpatched dryand coarsewith hair like needlesand hands like stonesHe is no Renaissance manI am the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/613737/ Shewould never forget the night she had gotten her first proposal. It had been11:52 exactly, she knew because she had an annoying habit of glancing at theclock every short interval, and she had just been staring at the silver dialswhen the man in booth number three hit his spoon against .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/613724/ So long have i hungeredfor the native touchto reclaim what wanderedfurtive and lostMy ivory hands empty as leadthirst unquenched, eyes unfedThe borning into a world of paperwith swifty knives and silent soundsA stagger and fall the world splitcracked and frayed torn and bit The trembling hands .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/613707/ blah http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/601754/ random junk. no rhyme scheme or anything, just the endless chatter of my mind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/599327/ You're just a zebraIn a collage of stripesBut she can smell your weaknessAs she prepares to strikeYou can't feel her Inches from your fleshShe's already tasting your bloodPutting you to the testBut Tigers always play with their foodso she dangles you on a stringLike a helpless canary she forces you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/597994/ Made for a contest. Kind of dark because I tried to model it off of Edgar Allen Poe's style of writing stories. Hope you enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/597986/ just a random poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/592870/ More old poetry! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/592482/ More old poetry! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/592478/ More old poetry! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skandah94/592473/