http://slow.writerscafe.org/FeminaPertinax The original writings of author Rachel Hays en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991427 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hoping I've got a little muse left in me. Here's a rough draft of a little poem-like piece. I'm currently using the title "The Music of Sorrow"; however, I'm open to suggestions. Every time I read over it I think it's beautiful, but so p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/323356/ I may elaborate on this later. It's really not anything. Just something that hit me while I was feeling blue. It's under poems because that's the only thing I could think to put it under. It's not in anyway a completed work. That's the first thing that hi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/309524/ The finished product of the feelings I have when a life is taken too soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/287230/ Maybe the first chapter in what will become a horror novel. It needs critiquing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/279503/ This will probably be a painfully long work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/279499/ This is the true story of one of the saddest and desperate times that I've experienced and how it made me stronger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/242212/ Skin stretching, heart wrenching, hate machine.That's what I am and I will never hide it.I can't help what I am.I can't help what I feel.                       Sometimes I hate you.Sometimes I want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/225188/ Turning suicide into beauty. Have fun mulling that over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/225178/ I hope to turn this into a book one day. It wasn't meant to be literal, but the further I wrote, the more I liked the idea of it. Enjoy. I'll add more as I go I suppose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/225164/ Up to down,Dysfunction suffocates even a tender heart.To want and have,Not of selfish desire, but desire for happiness,And it burns.In the depths of this rotting carcass you once made healthy, it burns.The love I still have,Compared to the love I once knew,And the passion I felt,It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/225156/ This story has deeper meaning and is a very personal piece for me. I only hope you enjoy it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FeminaPertinax/225152/