http://slow.writerscafe.org/iamevynn The original writings of author Liz Alexander en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033949 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Days by dayThe summer comes to a closeIf I sit downIf I slow downthe thought will dawn on meThat this is my last summer is goneThat I am embarking on my last yearWith ...A place that is like a second home to meIt's my CHillIn the mist of chaosIt is always full of hugs and love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1942459/ Not a victim but a survivorI am starting to hate the word "victim"Or I may have always hated that wordIt's not being a victimIf your focus on the victim and being victimizedBut say no to being the victim Stand up to these feelings of being a survivorSurvivor for what Satan has thrown your waySu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1942455/ Some days being social is hard, meet my friend Soxy and see the craziness he causes me to act. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1892103/ There you go You given me hope again I am gripping on this cliffTrying not to slip back in Why won't this crush for you die?  I blame you but it's not your fault It's the same cycle A cycle I'm trying to break So I will walk past this hope For me and yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1836192/ This is more depressing than my normal stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1783684/ I thought That I knew better this time Thought I WOULDn't falls so hardhowever I have Why?What makes him so special?Last time I end up with...A broken SpiritI thought I had learnedBoys lead to broken heartsAm I ready?Is he worth it? To get another heart broken? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1732687/ His voice is like fire for the heartMay the absense not grown fonderA peace settled in from where,  the heart began to raceIt now it is a unfamiar feeling, wanting place my head between my kneesA causal friendship this isThere is no doubt that He does not know, does he? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1732685/ Hello my name is....A child, Lazy, CrazyWhat identifies you...Creative, outsider, quietWhat are things that has been said about you?I have been called...Bi, Poet, ServantOur parents name us when we are bornAs we grow there are namesThat people call usBoy crazy, loner, stalkerI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1683529/ I was supposed to write a context for this picture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1626754/ a collection of lines that fill a story or do not. It may be jumbled but it's a random writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1583864/ There are moments where I know you care there are moments when I think you don'tthere moments when I wish I was invisible to you for a moment still wish I was the only when you saw times are my heart gets jumbled and wishes that it would could be real there are moments when I hate you t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1575720/ This is about one of my favorite times of the day in working. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1575557/ The pitfalls of maturing into a woman with crushes from a child crushes and daydreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1571960/ Group times http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1493013/ I have never been popular and this is reflection of my theology on "Popular Kids" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1492980/ A fast free write during class. I barely looked at my screen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1492391/ Horse Blinders http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1492031/ Realizing someone new or not so new http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1491491/ Sight BlurredWords StumbledKnee RattlesNervous ticksGears slowingSpeaker's mindEyes watchingTears FormingMouth Pronouncing "The End"Then...Clock StopsAudience clapsKnees backwardsBody CollapsesChest hurtsMouth SucksLungs grasps AirNervous calmRelief flowsHeart SlowsSpeech Concludes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1486696/ Read and Review http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1471639/ I feel as if I am the bad guyPulled one directions from both endsEach one has one of my braidsBreaking my brain and heart in halfA Blur between pain and loveFor I am be the bad guy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1405605/ Call me beautifulAnd I will smile for a minuteHold me for a minuteAnd I smile for awhile Do both And you may just win my heartCall a child beautiful And my eyes will smile Pick them up and hold themSmile will be in my eyes and mouth Do bothAnd then my heart will be yours&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1392260/ For I am so small You gave me life Out of the entire universeYou care about meKnow how many hairsLays beyond on my headI am a child In your handMay your spirit Watch and guide me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1359699/ A conversation between friends, a confession of past friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1335565/ On the tileHer heels tapAs she walks away From her former lifeOr rather the past love *click**click*The noise that she madeAs she approached himYears had passedWhile they were together With every click of shoeThe intense gre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1301188/ A poem about the way in which some speak http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1298003/ My attempt at Shakespeare language. This poem is me and my spirit animal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1295247/ A life is made of blending insometimes no choiceJust a matters of no one caringJust about to stand outAnd I move back in the crowdScared of the staresMy voice is caughtNo ears pricked up listeningWhy bother?Who Am I?The girl in sweatpants No one caresShould I even tryBreak out of this shelSilen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1295216/ Your eyes can grip me foreverThe silence irks meMess up the contestYou always winThen the moment goneAs I hear my voice Waking us both upFrom searching in the eyes I could stare foreverMy mouth opens before I can winThis repetitious gameMaybe somedayI will get lost in your eyesLo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1295203/ What color are Jesus eyes? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1289806/ I have written a lot about eyes in the last few days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1289789/ A journey through the park http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1288503/ Your choice about how you think of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1286704/ If I became the President of the U.S.The ability fell into my lapWhat would I do? What would I change in the government?All this power My own understanding of politicsIs people are stupidBut if I am in charge of the U.S.I would pray for guidenceFor God has a planThen throw out the budgetMake the Con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1278473/ Hold_fast,_i_am_confused)I_want_to_know_the-truth)Yet_still_scared_of_the_possibility)Of_a_negative)Are_you_just-nice)?Or_is_there-something-more-behind)?Behind the smile and the eyes?When you tell me helloI can never tell because nothing comes after How are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1256342/ Home is...An upright tree stuck in its foundationHome is...A place to mature A home always has family, loved onesFamily doesn’t always have to be bloodThey can be friends, clubs, teachers All connected with somethingHome is where the heart is A place to begin a new familyA place to growFor the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1255075/ Sometimes I wonderif you wonder if I careBetween the hellos time passesA pattern starts to formYou never here when I say hiA frustration that buildsA smile or a smirk sometimes spreadsIn the time that I can go unoticedAs an invisible being  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1245789/ I could fall asleep listening to your voiceIn the distance wind I hear my nameEvery time I look around No one calling me It's a haunting feelingHear my name on the windNot knowing who said itMisguided friendships have left meFearful of the voice Wondering if its themHaunting me a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1241381/ I am afraid of a lot of things I am afraid of life I am afriad of getting hurtAfraid of letting my name knownI am afraid of the unknownI am afraid of ending up aloneMy fears make me do stupid thingsI am afraid of my ex friends Afraid to make him see the meThat he once saw I am af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1239881/ Have you ever wonder...?Where your questions go after you asked them to the air? When we start to ask a question Does part of our dream selfWalk along a street towards a houseThe address is unavailableIts only know by the nameA sign hangs from the front of the house“House of Questions”Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1229123/ Part of the House of Questions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1228397/ This is a poem to prelude future poems to be written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1223702/ Little children Have a radiance of innocents from The LordWhen a little child smiles Is the most precious thing When the apostles shooed away the children Jesus stopped them Telling them to bring them  Watching children Is watching an example We are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1196362/ My first poem for a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1192621/ I am at your control http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1151996/ A person poem about what I learned from my dad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1142017/ Everything him and herThrowing me into mixed signalsNeither one of us can tellThe puzzle cannot be solvedFor his mind is a mazeI rather talk to her And figure things outBut I dont have the gutsOne of us will quit this wait gameA point of high stress will be his downfallThe more hoest he wasLife.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1134051/ Walk away, avoid my gazeActions speak louder than wordsShow we the girlWho is there for youThese eyes of my stormy grey Need to seeThis heart that beatsNeeds the knifeFor it to stopIt's beating for a crushThat has been drowning In a cup of coffee filled to the rimThe brown liquid is a slow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1134019/ A time before I used to beAn "emo" not really but the markOn my heart be come scratches on my armMoments when I pulled up my sleeveThe base of my arm was redWith many scratch marksMade with a fork or tips of my finger nailsSince that time I have grown up little by but seeing hem with herMakes the fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1134014/ Sometimes I feel like I try too hardThere are things about me No one really getsI am the outsider thatThings that changeNever were my thingBut right from under meMy whole likes and dislikes are changing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamevynn/1127155/