http://slow.writerscafe.org/careyjonz95 The original writings of author careyXcarnage en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776105004 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 After I was staying awake at noral hours, they kept me in the hospital a few more days...just to be sure everything was alright. Of course Mitchie, my Mitchie was there the whole time. Waiting, watching, seeming to be carved in stone. She hardly spoke the whole time we were there. When Amma cam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/426663/ .- .-.. --- -. . / .- ... / .. / ... .. - / .... . .-. . /. -- .--. - -.-- / .- ... / - .... . / -. .. --. .... - /-.-. .-. -.-- .. -. --. / .- - / -- -.-- / .-- .. -. -.. --- .-- /-... .-.. .. -. -.. . -.. / -... -.-- / - .... . / .-.. .. --. ....- /.. / .-- .. ... .... / .. / -.-. --- ..- .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/413895/ I drifted in and out of consiousness for a few days. Sometimes Mitchie was there, sometimes she wasn't. I didn't see my mom the whole time. I was really foggy headed and I was disoriented. When Mitchie was there she was sitting in a folding chair set up in the corner. We had a total of two conversat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/396017/ One good thing to come out of my dream-like state of life was that my social-life had gone to s**t. With that, my academics had skyrocketed. My GPA was 4.0 in my second year of community college. I was about to do my transfer so I could go to university to become...what had I chosen to do with my li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/372028/ A really bad time in my life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/369164/ Running.Running.Falling.Gasping.Turning to my side.Vomiting. I have these dreams a lot lately. They are so real that when I wake up I run to my bathroom, slam into the toilet, and puke. I didn't know what I was running from, until last night. I was running again, and this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/364955/ My muse for poetry is back. Thank her for coming, and taking my breath away, so that I may breathe again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/362625/ Everything was starting to return to normal.I was going to college now, only community, but it's better than nothing. My scars were healing up really well, because I took great care of them, treated them respectfully, like children. Thats exactly what the were to me. Fragile children born from my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/356960/ The emptiness inside me was effecting the way I acted. My mom even started to notice. I no longer talked to her with affection-or, I didn't talk to anybady with affection, and I started to call her Mother, or by her first name, Shana.I was barren on the inside, and out. It seeped into my clothing,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/356527/ My eternal Morphine.I've found it, since yesterday.The cold steel of a blade is all it takes to make me feel real these days.I love it.I love her.I need it.I need her.I want it.I want her.Thoughts of her running through my head psh my hand down, and I feel the metal, sharp on my sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/356123/ Mitchie seemed to be in deep thought, but she was looking straight into my eyes--as if searching into my soul. My sister told me when I was little that I should say nonsense words in my head when someone did that, to hide what my mind was saying. That was the year my sister died.  My sister.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/355730/ I must have tapped the window for 5 minutes, when she ran over to the window. I looked hopeful, but then she simply closed the curtains, and cracked the window open an inch or two. I asked "Why did you close the curtains?" and she slipped a piece of paper under the window, just enough for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/355357/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/355356/ Give Me A Reasonby: Gypsy (a.k.a. Cassie) I’m *gasp* gay!Yea I knowCue the mothers weepingAnd eyes growing as big as saucers Is there really anything wrong with me?I’m still CassieThe girl who dances to her ipod’s tuneOn her dance floor of shag carpe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/347517/ Just to lighten the overall mood of WritersCafe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/347156/ I'm stumbling,stumbling,trippingfalling. I hit the ground.THUD!Like a bolt of lightning,shot through me. My heart aches and burns,My chest a fiery pit of hell,Won't this end?Please? I'm dying without it,I need it.Like a fish needs water,or a plane n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/346103/ He was beating her. I had a burning fire in my heart, and my fists. I yearned to pounce on the man damaging my sweet Mitchie, and pummel his face into a bloody pulp. I controlled my anger by ripping up a poor rose bush delicately placed just slightly too close to my grasp. The thorns stuck into my p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/346017/ As soon as we were seen together, the cruelty started again. It's like me and Mitchie were an object, toy like, to be played with and abused. We banded together through love, against people, violence, anger, hate, & homophobia. We walked to English class holding hands an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/345864/ Me and Mitchie were walking down the street, and flounting our love. We were walking very close to each other, with our hands (that normally would only be holding each other) in each other's back pockets. She leaned into my face and said, "Don't act so nervous, you'r freaking me out hun!" .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/345613/ When I went home that night, I was utterly pleased with my day. Other than the injuries, both sustained and caused in my case, I had a lovely day. Mitchie was my girlfriend, and I had never loved anyone more. I realised how dirty and gross I looked, so I took a shower and washed my caramel hair that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/345590/ The next day at school was hard. Mitchie had decided that we should flount our happiness together, despite what I thought was best for her. When I got to school that day, Mitchie was waiting for me. Leaned against the wall of B Hall. She looked even better than yesterday, probably because we had bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/345492/ After our embrace, Mitchie and I we so elated. I was shocked that this had really happened, and I reminded myself that it was most likely a dream. I pinched myself to make sure, and I have never been so happy to be hurt. I asked Mitchie, "So, are we like...I don't know...going out?" She lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/345439/ Getting Dressed.Crimping my hair.Brushing my teeth.Putting on my shoes.Getting my papers up.Going to school.My routine. Every morning the monotony of the same exact ritual. Dull and unimpressive. At school it's about the same.English.Math.Science.Social Studies.French.Ahh, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/345041/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/345010/ A Defect,Thats what they say it is,But it is more. A Problem,Thats what they call it,But it isn't. A Defect,Thats what they say it is,But it is more. My Heart.It beats like Hers,Fast, when resting,Slow, when working,It all depends on Her. A D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/344401/ The Most.The Least.The Everything.The Nothing.The Fullness.The Emptiness.The Pride.The Dissapointment.The Good.The Bad.The Happy.The Sad.The Happy.The Bad.The Good.The Dissapointment.The Pride.The Emptiness.The Fullness.The Nothing.The Everything.The Lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/344398/ This poem is dedicated to all of the victims of human trafficking across the world. May all of them be remembered, loved,and honored for the suffering that they have stuck through in the hopes of finally going home. May that wish be fulfilled. She sits in a dark crowded room,Missing h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/careyjonz95/344395/