http://slow.writerscafe.org/aces_chick54 The original writings of author Enigma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776293571 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I know when you lie,Don't try to hide,The fact that you do.I can tell,Because it is written on your face. You try to make it seem,Like you don't lie,But you do,And you know it,And I see through it.It's not okay to lie,When will it ever be?Never because lying is wrong,And always will be,Can't yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/644295/  U     /     U     /  U   /   U    /  U  /Your smile speaks to me with more than a word (A) U   /    U  /   U    / U &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/517505/ Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don't want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy but at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either, there isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you could want any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/468006/ .it's 4 a.m. & I'm staring at the ceiling trembling at the thought of feeling on the edge of everything I've ever known trying hard not to fall once again but knowing that I'm wedged between between a rock & a razornot knowing which one Id rather face learned to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/468002/ I'm becoming less defined as days go by Fading away And well you might say I'm losing focus Kinda drifting into the abstract Less concerned about fitting into the world Your world that is Cause it doesn't really matter anymore No it doesn't really matter anymore N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/391497/ No more thoughts to calm my nervesFilled with hate my mind has beenSharper than a rose's thornFeeling stiff and cold withinThough kindness can be heard from wordsEveryday your voice will speakI wish to hush the horrid soundYour mind to me is just too weakI can't help the way .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/390846/ She never did understand,Why God picked her, Why she suffered more than others,Or how she was able to handle it all—For so long, The—Bruises—Scars—And Cuts, Yet she’s—Done it all—Felt it all—Expe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/390844/ stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/358505/ All my poems areabout how I feel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/329155/ This is my very first poem I wrote awhile ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/327712/ Your face is what I saw,Every time I had slept in my class.The days were over andThe years were gone,It's time to move onBut can I carry on? The feelings of you touching me,Still remains, though that was weeks ago.Your warm lips that pressed against mine,The feelings remaine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/327708/ This is how it feels http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/327687/ How I feel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aces_chick54/327682/