http://slow.writerscafe.org/LivingDeadGirl The original writings of author Chloe Christine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000105 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To them you're a hero,you protect and save lives.You put them before yourself,and put you life on the line. You're not fighting for luxury,you're fighting for peace.You're not hurting other lives',you're brave beyond belief. They only want our freedom,saints are what they're called.Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/949419/ When there's reason for suspicion,don't suspect.When there's reason to question,don't ask.When there's reason to fall out,rise up.Because when there's a reason to die,you'll need everything to live on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/759793/ This is story for you to believe, of bravery and strength in the Land Of Leave. Though you might not like or want to hear the end, it's how your history books would say it happened. So stick around for a short and sweet, story of the once great Land Of Leave. Once apon a time there was a fairytale. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/746349/ How is there justice, Or mercy in life?Its always the innocentOnes that die. The lives that do good,To every person they see. Caused to depart, Be the first to leave.  *~<3~* How is it fair?How is it right? They never questioned, His powerful smite.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/745445/ I really loved it when,The places we would go,There was a camera 'round our necks,With memories to show.Living in a moment,So beautiful but sick,Loving every second,Captured with a click.But when people fall apart,The memories don't fade.You can't forget the moments,Or the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/721570/ CHAPTER TWOSAM                I’mused to waking up and feeling regret. Regret so vile, I vomit when I wake up,just to get the churning in my stomach to stop. Remembering everything I’vedone in the pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/720130/ CHAPTER ONECASSIEThe intercom squeaked loudly,waking me from a nap, “Cassie Lynn to the main hall.” I moaned as I got out ofmy cot and put on the little gray slippers that matched my jumper. I rang thebuzzer on my door the hall clerk let me out. “Do you really have to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/720128/ There are always going to be a lot of memories in your lifethat bother you. And the ones that stick to your mind are always going to hauntyou. If you have a horrible memory, you can’t really repress it. No one is smartenough to forget something that happened in their life, when it was ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/720126/ There are always going to be a lot of memories in your lifethat bother you. And the ones that stick to your mind are always going to hauntyou. If you have a horrible memory, you can’t really repress it. No one is smartenough to forget something that happened in their life, when it was ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/720121/ It's days like these, when I miss you babe.Cause we had fun, on summer days.Walking in flip flops, our short shorts.Talking to strangers, boys of all sort.Drinking Kool-Aid, sleepover nights.Movies till sunrise, little fake fights.Sneaking out windows, pulling all nighters,soaking up the sun, when i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/719419/ Honey, you see,feelings can't pile,come out and shine,darlin', smile!Walk my way,it's worthwhile,it's you and me. So,darlin', smile!Pretty please,I can't wait awhile,yours is beautiful, so,darlin', smile!Those hazel eyes,shine a mile,breathtaking, sodarlin', smile! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/699358/ He said he liked her personality.Her laugh,her smile,everything.He said he liked to be with her.Hold her hand,Kiss her,Keep her close.He said he wanted to do more.More than kissing.than holding,a lot more.She said no.So,He said he needed time alone.It was him,not her.Of course.He said he'd stay.If s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/698728/ When you sit on a park bench.And watch everyone pass by,you notice things when you pay attention.And see people close, fly.Observe the nature.The people.Ideas portrayed.The animals.Life.Dreams being made.Deeply thinking.Feeling the sensation.Loving the view,the certain observation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/694716/ You're not special,no one cares.Get real, b***h.Let's be fair.You're not the best.You're just a s**t.Everyone knows you.Can't keep your legs shut.You act like it's you.Like you're the s**t.Get over the ego.Fake as it gets.Now you know.How much it sucks.To be exploited.And not give a f**k.I've been w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/690333/ It's not life,it's not death,it's not heartbreak,it's not meth,it's not spiders,it's not snakes,it's not love,it's not hate.My biggest fear,I dread the thought.It's the awful,writer's block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/689801/ It's hard not to give in.To every demand.My body begs for it,but my head's in command.Barely..Further and further,Falling into temptation.Heavy breathing in the back seat.Just enough inspiration.Faster and faster,things heating up.Crazy how we do it,can't get enough.As quick as it stars,and the feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/688744/ PERFECT 10, 9, 10, 5 :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/647604/ Is it bad,to be devoted to someone,who's devoted to you?But everything you hear outside,people don't believe in two? Is it bad,to disagree with everything they say,everything you hear,and believe that you are to him,something he finds so dear? Is it bad,to ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/624753/ It's hard to notice,not berable if you have.Too the naked eye,nothing seems as bad. It hurts those around,to see the hurt in you.Depression, honey.Couldn't explain if I wanted too. It's hard to overcome,no matter how hard you try.An overreaction,to the naked eye... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/579811/ "All That I've Got"So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch meOff guard, red handedNow I'm far from lonelyAsleep I still see you lying next to meSo deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I..I need something elseWould someone please just give meHit me, knock me outAnd let me go back to sleepI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/578204/ about him. (: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/570051/ They call you beautiful.When They know who you are.Your personality doesn't matter,As long as you'll go far.  You are vain.You are greedy.You are fake.You are needy.You are hateful.You are rude.You are selfish.You are prude.  You're still loved,b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/567902/ And don't say,that if I am falling,you'll make everything okay.We both know,that can't be the truth.Just a lie in a long line.I already said it,"I love you"and I can't take it back.Wasted and regretted,I knew it would endjust like this.No words and no tears,nothing else to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/549066/ my sister. (: not exactly a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/537259/ not really a poem (: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/537228/ Feelings. Not very good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/531051/ Read author's notes(: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/524807/ Everyday, you change me more.Saying things that make me sore.My mood from one to another,Changed to anger, by my mother.Happiness passes, smiles fade,Lifeless days come to face.Deadly silence, is our last.Lives apart, as days pass.This place is not a home,Cannot contain a happy ton.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/509130/ I love this new feeling.You bring on me such happiness.Such a huge chage from what used to be.I'll never be alone when I'm with you.And I'll never be scared that its gonna end.I know, you'll fight and defend.So, I guess Im saying,That at the end, I love you,And you love me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/508289/ You are in my life.Can never forget.This feeling of joy,Don't know a regret. You were the one,I didn't see as a choice.But I'm happy you're here now.It's a thing, I rejoice! You are here with me now.I can finally see,This is the way,Everything should be.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/504963/ It doesn't FLOW too well..But I seem to like it. It really reflects on my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/503678/ THIS WAS WRITTEN BY MY SISTER. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/501340/ Rudeness, sorrow, drama, fear.Just few reasons, I came here.You don't care, and you don't see.Words are stronger, than any being.It's not just one, it's the race.Sacrafices, made face to face.Human beings, it's everyone.It's in yourself, and your son.Daughter or mother, the feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/499242/ Best Friend's gone. Cause of her life, not mine. Not dead in life, but dead in heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/495697/ Don't touch me,You sicken me.Your infected!Dirty, never clean.Don't lay your hands on me,I'm not your slave.I won't obey your harsh commands.No matter how much happiness delays.I'm my own person.Not for your owning.Your cries don't touch me,I don't care about your moaning.I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/494990/ I slowly got up. Too slowly I guess, cause Alex walked back and dragged me too the door."Jeez, lazy. C'mon." He said it like we were fighting siblings. I got what he was trying to do. I stuck my tounge out at him."Okay officer. Here they are." Derek said, waving him hand in our direction. "Uhm, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/494987/ I had to blink,Clear the entire thought.It didn't make sense!You said it was my fault.'I won't even miss you at all'Those word strike.They make me small,Cut deep like a knife.It wasn't me to blame in the end.You pin the guilt,On someone else.When you can't take the hit.It's r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/494976/ My FIRST NON RHYMING ONE(: Hope you like it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/494263/ You chose her, dear.I understand why.The girl you want it different,You don't have to lie.Sure, I'll lose some sleep,But face it, I always do.I rather you forget about me.But I'll never forget about you.I see what you mean,I know what you want.The kind of girl you're looking for,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/492667/ It's not really poetry. . per SAY. But, I wrote it. I like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/492644/ A couple things ran through my head at point.Why were the cops such a big deal? Alex was old enough to be out, and he wouldn't get in much trouble for the drugs.Why did Alex even need this guy's help?Was my mom going to find out that I had left?I bet, she was going to figure it out. Oh, man... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/492572/ I wasn't sure I was ready for this. I just keep telling myself to calm down. That everything's gonna be okay. There I go again. Can't anyone else tell me to calm down? 'Cause it doesn't work when I say it. I was going to stay here tonight, even if it killed me. Alex passed the rolled paper to me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/492110/ Dedicated too Amanda Missouri Jaynes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/491661/ After my mom went to sleep, I climbed out my window. It was so hard to get the nerve to do this again. The last time I had been sneaking out, my mom stopped me, climbing in the window. I was locked in my room for three weeks. My mom took me to school, and brought me my dinner to my room, someti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/491255/ "And where the hell have you been? Do you think you can just show up late to my house without an explantion?! Well, newsflash, you thought wrong!"She smacked me across the face. I fell against a wall. My mother always did that. I clearly told her why I was late! And she still beats me! I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/491237/      Oof. I ate pavement. Pretty hard, too. I heard laughing around me, alot coming from the group of girls a few feet away from me. Those were the typical popular girls. The w****s with perfect grades. The ones every teacher loved. "This is why I hate school." I said to my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/491226/ Aden Calvin is a 17 year old Junior at Park Hill High. Ever since she was 14, things in her life have taken a turn for the worse. Life turned from perfect, to hell. She blamed herself. As always. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/491202/ COVERSATIONSYou say 'I love you dear.'I know it could be true.I say 'That's a great thing to say.'She stares at me with a 'How could you do this?' look on her face.We have a silent converstaion saying back and fourth,'We are differnt, it's a fact of life, We can't hold back, no helpful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/490974/ Short. About being addicted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/490961/ About cutting, my past fix on life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingDeadGirl/490954/