http://slow.writerscafe.org/shaynashakesit The original writings of author Shayna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128547 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lame, I know. But I liked the idea. Conceptually, it was great. On paper, I'm not sure. Or, rather, now, in text. Eh, whatever. :P Yep, it's another old one from 2005-06-ish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411629/ I don't really know, to this day, what truely made me write this. I have a few ideas, but none of them are...normal, I guess. One idea, though, is that I was influenced by one of the greatest movies of all time: The Phantom of the Opera (2004 edition). Go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411628/ This is my opinion. I don't really care what yours is, okay? Don't complain about how the war was not based on lies because it's not like I'll suddenly believe you. Alright? Alright. This one is bad, I know, but I have an excuse... It was written Decem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411627/ *giggle* This is from around 2005-2006. It's so pathetic, looking at it now, but I loved it so much then. I don't really know why. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411626/ Again, I really used to love this, back in the day when I wrote it (somewhere near 2005-06), but now...no. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411625/ Why do I always have to wake up? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411624/ Each year, an act. Written in '06 or '07. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411623/ I'm not sure if I like this one or not. It's one of those kind, where I can't decide. Think what you'd like about it; comment or critique as you please. I can't remember, but I think this was written late Dec. 2007 or earlier Jan. 2008... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411622/ For some reason, listening to Shiny Toy Guns made me write this (sometime last year). I don't know. It's not very good, but I thought I'd put it up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411621/ This was written late 2007, if I remember correctly. Yes, it's about suicide. Oh no. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411620/ A simple Haiku I did once when I was bored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411618/ Yes, this was inspired by the old Nickelodeon show. I don't know the name of the episode, but in one, if I remember correctly, there was a restaurant that would make delicious soup. Their secret? They'd extract people's fear from them and use that as an i http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411617/ day fifty.oh, f**k.i cried last night.i couldn't stop.it would have been our two year anniversary.if only.Marie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411615/ day fourty-seven.the psychologist said that writing my thoughtsfeelingsandall of thatwould help me move on in my life.so i stopped.i can't anymore, though.i need to rememberbut, god, does it hurt so f*****g bad.i think i'll talk find that needle again.Marie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411613/ day thirty-two.a montha dayand a few hours.if only time could actually heal.all it seems to do is remind meof whatcouldhavebeen.Marie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411612/ day thiry-one.i never thought i would hurt myself.i never thought i could.i never knew i could be so wrong.Marie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411611/ day twenty-nine.it's almost been a whole month.i still haven't talked to anyonebut i've still been hurtingsobad.i don't know what to do to heal.will i ever just forget?there has to be a way.Marie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411610/ day twenty-seven.friday.Gina called earlier.dad let me take the call.i hadn't talked to her since the bathroom.we still didn't talk.she did.i wouldn't answer.i cant tell that she's worriedoffendedafraidi don't care.she might as well forget me, too.Marie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411609/ But who is he? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411608/ day eighteen.my dad went into my room while i was out last night(or, rather, this morning)to see how i was doing.he saw an empty bednow that's where i'll be for the nextmonth.my prison, my chaotic sanctuary.at least they won't talk to me for a while.Marie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411607/ Actually, the first one I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411606/ day eleven.eleven days already?i'm still afraid of what i might do.so afraid that i hid all of the blades we own and stay in my room most of the time.my brother is asking why.he's too young to understand.he'll forget all about me when he gets hungry for a sandwich and my mom tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411605/ day four.today i saw the knives in our kitchen and a chill randown my spine.i don't think i'd ever do anything i'd regret.how can i be sure, though?Marie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411604/ day one.i won't cry.i won't take time off of school.i won't let them win.i won't "talk about it."i wish they'd just leave me alone.Marie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411603/ A book of poetic entries I started but never finished. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411602/ Written: Feb. 5, 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411598/ I used to love this poem. Now I think it's kind of stupid and cheesy and doesn't flow well enough. I'm putting it up anyways, though, for critiquing and all that. Comment with any suggestions or critique! Written on: Sept. 26, 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411597/ Another older one, written sometime after Sept. 2007. Again, not one that's really good, but critique and comments are appreciated! Thank you~ xoxo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411595/ From early '07. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411594/ I wrote this in the summer of 2005 I think. It's supposed to be about the transformation into a mermaid a girl goes through. Not sure exactly why I wrote it. It's kind of bad, though, and I'm sorry about that. :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411591/ I wrote this a while back, or rather started it, and finally finished it Aug. 12, 2007. It's not the best, but I thought I'd put it up anyways. I know that it's not entirely realistic (with rigor setting in, and then mentioning thinking), but I like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411589/ I know, I know, just shoot me now. The rhyming is terribly forced. I realize that. I'll probably rewrite it eventually. There are two meanings to this, but I'll only give you a hint: one is a flower, one is a child. Get it? Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411587/ I hate the people that love those that are famous for nothing. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411584/ If only, dreamer. If only. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411582/ Take it in whatever way you'd like. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411581/ I don't really love this one, but I decided to put it up anyways. It holds a special meaning for me, I guess, a sort of personal connection. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411580/ Written: May 26, 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411578/ I baffle them, I do. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411576/ I don't know if I like it or not. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411575/ Cremation FTW. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411574/ I know, it's pretty cheesy. I still kind of like it, though. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411573/ Boo for smoking. Boo for hurting trees. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411572/ Inspired by all those sadist and masochist lovers out there. Here's to you. Sorry for the lame repetition. Written: May 2008 (in American Lit. class, haha). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411571/ Don't really know what sparked this idea. Just got to thinking about the w****s that are working for something in the only way they can think of doing so. It's sad, really. Written: May 26, 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411569/ Couldn't really word this well. This is fiction and doesn't apply to me. But does it apply to you? Mature warning: there is a single naughty word. Written: May 24, 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411567/ Written as I walked home and saw a single and strangely tall dandelion in a field that had had weed-killer applied recently. Funny how one escapee will cause so much distress in the future. Written: May 24, 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411566/ Written: May 24, 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411565/ I wrote this in school when thinking about robots. Yeah, I know. That makes no sense. Deal with it. Written: May 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411564/ Once more I say to thee: I don't know where this came from. Take from it what you'd like. Written: May 24, 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411563/ This came out of nowwhere. I don't even get it. Take from it what you'd like. I'd love to hear how you interpret it. Written: May 24, 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaynashakesit/411561/