http://slow.writerscafe.org/adrienne_twisted The original writings of author Adrianna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775594384 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I just realized how horrible that must have been for my mother to see her oldest daughter covered it blood trying to end her life. I wish i never wouldnt have done that, i dont want my mother to have that memory. and now a few years later i am feeling as http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adrienne_twisted/397686/ Wicked girl with pretty faceHelped me one night from a twisted placeShe showed me things so insanecan't explainbut she knows as i do.Bloodshock blank pure white eyesStraight sick smiles that tells no liesBeautiful body pale skin so fareBut soon to come devil b***h doesnt careTo dis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adrienne_twisted/390711/ I am so confusedAbout so may thingsWhether im crazy or notWhere i have lost all my ringsWhere did my life go when i didnt need drugsWhere did all the people go that used to give me real hugsWhere does my mind go when it just wonders offWhere did the risk go...am i becoming softWhere .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adrienne_twisted/388901/ Another poem from THE BOOK OF HATE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adrienne_twisted/388894/ A short story i wrote for english... i didn't edit it because i am too tired but i know it was pretty funny. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adrienne_twisted/388891/ From 'The Book of Hate'.... i was very wrapped around self mutalation for a few periods in my life... im passed that now hopefully for good. The ugly scars remind that i never want to go back to that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adrienne_twisted/388863/ This is just one of the poems from a book of poetry i wrote which was taken from me which i am going to call THE BOOK OF HATE because everything written down was from a very dark painful time... and was a large contribution to my involuntary admission to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adrienne_twisted/388831/ I have this thing inside my headAnd it never lets me go to bedIt just goes on and on and on and onRipping me apart until im almost all gone Even went im not trying to get restThis thing still leaves me in a messI tell it to shut up and to just go awayBut it doesnt care its here .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adrienne_twisted/388413/ Ballad of the Lost   Sitting alone in my cold dark room I was almost ready to crawl into my tomb My wide eyes crept towards the door Dying of boredom, looking for more  I sat there a little longer Wondering what could I do? So i walked out that door wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adrienne_twisted/388387/