http://slow.writerscafe.org/chelizz The original writings of author Chelsea Elizabeth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775993012 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I feel strangely alone when I'm not in front of a mirror.  I've spent so much of my life staring at my own reflection, I hardly know what to do when I go without seeing myself for more than a couple of hours.  It's become natural for me to search the tinted windows of cars for my fat, frec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/537258/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/537235/ One day can change a life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/286179/ A poem about some of my experiences at college. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/263806/ A piece of Sydney's thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/208782/ She takes my arm and we begin the long walk down the aisle. She's whispering something to me, laughing. I nod, not quite hearing what she's saying, not quite comprehending what she's trying to tell me, as I've done all the years of her life.Never quite there. It hits me like a ton of bricks as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/141046/ You're a missed call on my phone ((I didn't see your name until well after midnight)) You didn't leave a message ((Yours always ramble anyway)) We haven't talked for weeks ((You always touch my arm when you pass by, though)) So, why is it you call me now? ((And why haven't you called b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/114611/ I always thought That if you'd ask I'd jump at the chance to go Now I know Since you have asked I just wanted a chance to say 'no' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/110409/ Dear Aunt Theresa, I thought maybe I should explain some things. I don't know if anyone really understands it all and I figured you, at least, might understand. Or, at least you might not judge me like everyone else seems to. I've been trying to explain, trying to tell cousin Sara and cousin Ell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/110047/ please don't tell me you're okay when i can tell you're not and don't say you're tired i know that excuse i use it a lot just don't thank you p.s. i love you that's why i ask and ask again i don't do that to people who aren't my friends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/64947/ I don't want to be here. The noise from lockers slamming grates through my brain. Kids talk. I think Breck is screaming something stupid. I so don't want to be here. They don't know what's happened, they don't know what's wrong. But, I do. Because, tomorrow at 10:30 am, I get to go to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/54674/ Would you like me more If I dyed my hair bright blonde Like all the Barbies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/37438/ Here I stand Sensing as my heart grows cold Losing the old feeling of feeling Blocking myself from any possibility Of feeling insecurity in your presence Bracing myself against the coaxing of your voice Wondering where lies my choice Of where to go and what to do Here I stand Fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelizz/36490/