http://slow.writerscafe.org/Voice The original writings of author Voice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776245993 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Numb Layher soul to restForbeing naive is deadGrievethe girl who once wasButdon't pity who she is Burnthe memoriesAndentomb them in the wallNextto her father's ashesAshes,  Ashes we all fall downButdrugs and liquor Br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1311133/ Chapter 5       Aideentook Paget out a door leading from the kitchen to the outside. Alec was left towatch Jasmine after minor protesting. They stepped down onto warm white sandand only meters away the tide was rolling out. Tall straw like grass grew ont.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1223186/ Chapter 4            Paget slept, but not soundly. Herbody tossed and turned as her mind raced through chaotic dreams. The day'sevents played out in fractured clips like an old photo real and that is howmost of her night passed. It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1223176/ Chapter 3            The darkness was swirling above her.Charred lungs shuttered within her chest and her esophagus was parched andrebelled against her in a dry heaving cough which roused her further from hersleep. She was exhauste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1223174/ Chapter 2            Walking down the sidewalk, Pagetsmiled at an elderly woman who sat on a sand weathered bench feeding pigeons. Herhair was short and white, and large oval glasses framed her creased blue eyes;her lips crinkled u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1223173/ Chapter 1             Paget’s long black hair flew aroundher face in a mess as she ran around the bedroom. It was a small room which wasshared between her and five other kids. She ducked and weaved around bunk beds,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1223171/ Carol ChandlerMay 19, 2011The Angel Wing Woman            Not a single man at the club could take his eyes off of the stunning woman in red. She sat cross legged, on a swiveling stool, with the lime from her tonic and gin pressed between h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1009275/ The Definition of Love Theme: Love *I chose the theme love for my paper because when those you feel a compassion for, known as love, hurt you at a young age you start to wonder if that’s what love is. I didn’t know that love was not supposed to hurt. I didn’t know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1009251/ Here Here I have a toast!Please raise your glasses for our lovely hosts! The Bride and Groom have a future of glory,But for those who don’t know them allow me tell you their story We have a man from Main women describe as a cutieAnd a Michigan Christian, a brown eyed be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1009248/ Carol Chandler & Veronica Hernandez4th hourThe Culminating Project [The Iliad]Kickin’ It with Achilles and AgamemnonAchilles:  Hey, yo!  ‘Memnon, why you actin’ whack?  You know we’re your boys and we always got your back!  You see we sailin&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1009247/ Chapter 1             Paget’s long black hair flew aroundher face in a mess as she ran around the bedroom. It was a small room which wasshared between her and five other kids. She ducked and weaved around bunk beds,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/1009245/ Benito. A shelter dog from the Wyandotte Animal Shelter in Michigan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/964656/ The Angel’sDaughter The Angel walks beside his daughterBringing hope to light her wayA guidance that’s never faultingEven on her darkest days With His wings held above her headHe protects her from the rainAnd his presence dries her tearsAnd holds her thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/810741/ Lucky Number 7 (Full length version)Darkness coveted the barren woods and left an ominous chill hanging in the air above Sonny’s head. He could hear the blood hounds howling in the distance, giving heed that they were on his trail. They had taken down many before him, but he was no ordinary .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/657981/ The island of death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/644288/ I put this under poem because it is shorter than a story and if i was to put it down as a story i know most people would not take the time to read it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/630237/ My story.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/608664/ Ch 6Realizing What You Already KnewTwo weeks later on Friday, Joana and Erin went to the N.Y.P.D to meet the A.D.A for the rape trial. The prosecutor was Alex Frayor. She was thirty seven, with long straight blond hair and coffee brown eyes framed in sophisticated black rimmed glasses. She was a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/602357/ I was listening to the song "If I Die Young" by the band Perry as i wrote this. I have always felt like i would die young. If this is to be true or not this poem will still stand true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/601315/ Based off "Love The Way You Lie" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/595286/ Clown Boy Little boy Who loved to thinkHe liked BarbiesAnd the color pink--------------------Dresses were prettyMakeup was coolHe didn’t get alongWith other boys at school--------------------He walked aroundLips and nails paintedThe nuns told his parentsHis s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/584214/ Licky Sticky Loopy Whoopee O_oLoopy whoopee as can beMe’s love the colors dat I see!-------------------------------------------------Floating high on cloud nineDelectable substance you are mine!-------------------------------------------------Lick it, sniff it, swallow, goneWho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/584017/ A poem about the suicides at the Golden Gate Bridge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/583246/ Boy, You MightI used to thinkAll men were the sameWith a heart of steel And a dick for a brainFairytales weren’t realUnless your man was bi And happy endings What ev’a Such a lie But then you came along boyYou made me seeHow happy a manCould make meYou .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/574814/ Inspired by Runaway by Ludacris: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISvMS6s41vY See this poem in video form here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZcug3zLri8 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/535464/ If Everyone Cared From underneath the trees, we watch the skyConfusing stars for satellitesI never dreamed that you'd be mineBut here we are, we're here tonightSinging Amen, I, I'm aliveSinging Amen, I, I'm alive Voices spread like wildfireOne turns to twoTwo to fourEach tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/508586/ Dedicated to Michaelyn Zalewski the listener who always makes me smile & laugh! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/500086/ to my bestfriend Veronica on her sweet 16 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/499638/ Questions of Pain & Confusion He Raped herOne of my best friendsAnd he is getting away with itWhy?Why her?He goes to our schoolHow?How can this be happening?Does it make me a bad person To say that I’m going to ruin his life The way he ruined her’s? I b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/497095/ A Letter to my Bro/ken HeartI know what it is you wantI just wish you understood that I can’t give it to youYour cries echo in my earsI can feel you weaken with every beatBut I can’t do a thing to change it…People make the choice to walk away I can’t stop them!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/477422/ somethng i wrote on the FFA trip after getting to see some of my classmate's true colors http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/477053/ Tissues Sometimes I wonder, if anyone can seeThe pain I hide, inside of me I try my hardest, to be strongBut I have been breaking, for way to long I cry myself, to sleep at nightHoping one day, ill win my fight I hate to complain, when others have it worse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/477022/ I’m Scared I am scared to admit that I am scaredThe strong one who is never afraid of anything…is terrified I’m scared to cryI’m scared not to cryIf I hold my emotions in when will I break?I’m scared to speak…will they hear it in my voice?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/474364/ The Witching Hour The hour fast approachesMortals all be wareTonight is the nightWhen witches take the air Little ghouls and goblins Out looking for their sweetsGhosts are out a hauntingPlaying tricks and getting treats When its dark and the moon is fullThe m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/471654/ Concrete Bed Every night he standsIn the alley behind the barWatching the world pass byIn front of his shopping cart His clothes are old and tatteredHis beard has grown quite longHe is forced to steal for foodThough he knows that it is wrong This world is very .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/460266/   Inner Tragedy  People are killin and dyinLeavin mothers cryinPain and despair No one even gives a care Guns and knivesEndin children’s livesSatan walks among usCan’t even see what he’s done to usLove is a four letter word No one’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/460257/ study up on your history people... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/457951/ A Poor Girl’s Justice Her shirts are tatteredHer jeans have holesHer shoes are dirty With taped on soles  Her face is naturalShe has no make up to wearYou won’t find dyedOr straightened hair Her teeth aren’t straight But they are whiteShe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/455116/ The Power of Destruction Fire to ashesAshes to dustA flame will destroyAll it does touch This is not the end thoughBecause with death comes rebirthFire is Mother Nature’s wayOf reclaiming the earth Where a house met its endAnd turns into sootThere is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/455108/ Sex Slaves Woman and children lined against a wall, the man now has his pickOnly a few hundred dollars to feed his habit, which is so much more than sick Bought and sold and raped, treated like a piece of meatThey are a reusable good, so the trend will just repeat Chil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/455102/  The 8th 911 8 years to the dayThe US met hellAnd the country criedWhen the twin towers fell Loved ones and neighborsAll trapped insideMiracles did happenBut to many died Humans spread hatredNow look at the costHearts have been brokenInnocent lives lost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/453508/ Me, the Fireflies, and the Georgia Rain  I lie in the wet grassThe stars are so bright tonightA beacon of hope in a dark sky…In a dark worldThe Georgia rain fallsIt hits my faceBlending in with my tearsFireflies seem to danceAs they maneuver around each dropThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/449684/ Rape Child Mommy, am I a burden?I see the way you cryAnd how you say I look just like himDid my daddy die?Sometimes you yell and screamI know not what I didI try my best to be good mommyIs it because of him?I know that you love me mommyYou tell me everydayBut you could n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/444414/ Black Widow I grew up a poor childAnd my mother always told meFind someone with moneyWhom to marryDivorce his buttAnd demand your halfOn our yacht to Puerto RicoWe’ll have a good laughMy mother was smartAnd her idea would keep us fedBut I thought wouldn’t it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/444413/ A Hooker’s Truth Her time at work is spent on her backHer body is not a sacred pillarBut a desecrated landPillaged by thievesMen who pay so littleAnd take so muchTo those looking inShe is nothing but filthThey know her kindBut they don’t know herShe will do w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/440631/ An Angel Angels are singingHeavens bells are ringingRainbows surround herLoves all around herShe walks with her maker now She will spend eternity In everlasting lightWith the wings of a dove And all knowing site She now lives free from painShe will know no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/438700/ This is a poem my best frien Veronica and I wrote together. this will also be posted on the joint account we will be making. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/434171/ Ch 5The Here and NowJoana was in the hospital for another week before she was released. Even after that she needed bed rest and therapy before she could return to school. David was an everyday visitor while she was recuperating. Joana couldn’t do much at the time but he gave her someone to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/433512/ in loving memory... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/432342/ *Daniel* Four years and I still think about youThe boy I never metI knew you by name and reputationBut I never even saw a picture of you until todayIt was one from when you were in 4th gradeYou looked handsomeBlonde locks of hair that big smileI wonder what you went throughD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voice/432315/