http://slow.writerscafe.org/em810 The original writings of author em810 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776258079 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She was born perfectLike everyone isAt the age of 0With her dad choosing her nameBecause she was beautifulAnd her mother full of love and hopeBecause she had timeShe wore pretty little thingsAnd she ate the right foodShe didn’t know about the worldBut it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/em810/1131101/ Why do you cry?You stupid girl.  Yousilly, naïve little girl.  You thoughtyou could make it go away.  Was itpain?  Was it agony?  No, it was just a dull ache.  A dull ache in your core that made you feel excruciatinglyempty.  And you wished that yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/em810/1126681/ a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/em810/1126216/ She walks on and on and onHer feet don’t tireBut muscles begin to fadeHer strength waversEyes flash It’s ice coldThe groundThe airHer finger tips Every vibrationIs a sensation But the painThe everyday burnSinks deeper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/em810/1125562/ sometimes you can't say the right thing until the wrong moment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/em810/1120895/ eh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/em810/1120740/ everytime I speak http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/em810/1120712/ "Poetry is what gets lost in translation." -Robert Frost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/em810/1120698/ "A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/em810/1120692/