http://slow.writerscafe.org/samnatha8390 The original writings of author Samantha Grace en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033551 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was now nearing the middle of July.  Trevor and I were no longer a mystery to each other, and of course no one else.  Adrian was probably enjoying this, though nearly not as much as I was.  I no longer depended on him to drive me where I needed to go or to buy my cigarettes.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/480728/ I'm not sure what prompted this. It sounds like it's about a love (to me), but it's not..... I don't think. Who knows? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/378206/ About my grandmother... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/377885/ We are analyzing poetry in English... you'd think I enjoy it, but unfortunately I only write it, rhythm, rhyme, meter and such are NOT, repeat, NOT my thing! (Haha!!!) So this is a Japanese tanka, another assignment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/377753/ Yeah... if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/377006/ A cinquain for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/373369/ Chapter Twelve draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/366029/ Chapter Eleven draft :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/365726/ Chapter Ten draft... hope you like it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/362150/ Yeah, my apologies, I'm on a cynical kick... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/361645/ A sappy broken heart poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/361638/ Chapter Nine draft... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/361350/ Chapter Eight draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/361004/ Chapter Seven draft... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360462/ I wrote this one in 2005 as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360391/ Also written in 2004 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360389/ Random again? I was bored in freshman math class [written in 2004] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360388/ I suppose my brain exploded and this was the result... [written in 2006] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360386/ It's a bit graphic, so I wouldn't suggest this one for the weak-stomached. It's not hard to figure what it's about. Written sometime in 2005 [I was 15]. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360384/ Another one from when I was battling an eating disorder. 'Tis not a pleasant experience, I don't recommend it for anyone! [October 24, 2006] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360381/ I wrote this about my grandmother a little while after we found out she had cancer. [RIP :( ] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360380/ My mom and I used to have a lot of issues, personal things. Luckily we've been able to develop a healthy relationship. *yay!* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360379/ I'm not sure what triggered this particular poem, my brain won't tell me. Another one I wrote a couple of years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360377/ One of my less dark poems. I have my moments (haha!). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360373/ Another old poem I found. I think I wrote this one when I was 15 or 16. I can't remember. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/360372/ Written 11/8/2006. Sometimes I don't even make sense to myself (haha) but hopefully you'll find something in it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/359926/ Written about my fiance November 6, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/359920/ I wrote this November 9, 2006. I wrote a lot of depressing things during that time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/359911/                  “I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” he said.        I sat down on the front steps of my house, putting my chin in my hands, br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/359860/                  As soon as it looked like I was out of Lisa and Sharon's view (and Lisa's grilling questions), standing on my front porch as they drove away, I pulled out the crinkled napkin. Careful no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/358858/                  The sound of thunder woke me up. I didn't want to be awake. I wanted to bury myself deeper into my bed and stay there all day. It seemed like the perfect day to do so. Today was cloudy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/358357/ A poem I wrote when i was sixteen, I had an eating disorder at the time, but I'm happy to say I'm better now. I usually don't title my poetry, I might make a title one day though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/357907/                  I stood there behind Trevor, waiting for him to unlock the door, wondering what in hell had ever possessed me to do this. I didn't have time to figure that out, as he had already walke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/355399/ Something I've written for my son, when the time is right... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/355252/                           The stars always looked beautiful here. Everything did for that matter. The park was like my own personal paradise. My little pi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/355238/ Meet Violette http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samnatha8390/354336/ How much can you handle? Violette has had enough in her seventeen years to last until her end of days. Her dad, the one person she always counted on, is now dead. Just like that. Her mother, what mother? 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