http://slow.writerscafe.org/erinwithaY The original writings of author DearWorld en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024859 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am not afraid. I will give this all I have. You may have given up But I'm not ready to let go. I don't know what this means to you, But I know that I care. I know you try to hide what you feel inside Just know that I'll always be there When you need someone. Please don't run. M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/656144/ Ahhh... The insecurities of girls... Or at least mine... Guys, if you reeeeally wanna know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/654200/ Dear World,   Relationships scare the hell out of me. There are so many reasons why and I'm not even sure half of them are valid.   Number one on my list: Trust. I have zero/zip/nada trust in the males of mankind. I'm not entirely sure why this is. Maybe it's from growing up with a fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/654199/ Dear World,       So, to continue my heart-throbbing story of the Girl and the Tumbleweed, I guess I must say that I really hope I'm getting all of this right. I may be mixing up the order of stuff but I guess that's okay because I hope and PRAY that he will NEVER read .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/654198/ Ooooh. Tumbleweed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/654196/ These chapters are from my website dearworldloveme.weebly.com Check it out! xD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/654195/ I was running in the desert,Hiding from the sun,Looking for the personI knew would be the one. But the sun was relentless,It scorched my broken heart.I knew I must keep running,Or else I'd fall apart. There was an ocean there,Within a wooden bowl,He s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/476983/ Tangles of softnessAnd slanting of mirrors,Reflection of directionThat is competly lost.Shifting light,Dancing feet.Light cloth against pale skin,Albino spirit with angel eyes.Haunting whispersTickleThe hairs of your neck.Don't confide secrets,They become her noose,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/453818/ I have a picture in my head.It's beautiful,Serene.I have no words to describeThis masterpiece of mind,The emotion it carriesTo me,And only to me,You would not understand.You would not understandHow it chills my coreWith deep, haunting fingers.Not cruel, not kind,But a wild .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/453815/ so i just sorta sat down and typed the first things that came into my head... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/453476/ Short wittle poem off de top of my head XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/447907/ A poem written with my six lil' sibs in mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/446428/ Just knowing never seems enough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/445802/ How do I say "I'm sorry"When the damage is done?How do I say "I love you"When it's already too late?How do I say goodbyeWhen you're already gone? It doesn't matter if I cry.Who's gonna hear me?This pain is sewn into my heart,It's just a patch,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/444721/ randomly off the top of my head... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/444450/ This poem... Is unfortunatly... Me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/444442/ Poetry isn't planned,At least not for me.Poetry happens. Poetry is a tuneless song,Written with loving strokesAnd sung by the heart.Colors and sensationsAre intensified,Words each hand-pickedTo instill emotion.Letters and words rushingFrom mind to pen,Flooding the page.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/444423/ ya... I'm in a wierd mood XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/444068/ Air rushes past my face,I am diving.Playing with the windAs gravity directs me.Then just as my fingertipsBrush the spitting waves,Upwards I leap.ClimbingWith every strokeOf my wing span.Gravity is not my master.Diving,Again,As an arrow aiming for its targetI drop.Farthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/443953/ ya... I don't know if the title works... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/443760/ I will not listen! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/443752/ hmmm... maybe a series of "I am ..." poems? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/443704/ Water is my favorite element. I think it is very inspiring. Here is one poem of probably more to come, about... water XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/443686/ Ada first met Will when she was fifteen... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/443359/ well, think of this as more of a "Preview" of my other work in progress... sheesh... Inspiration always comes at the wrong times! lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/443305/ This is me,You can't see me,But I'm here.I waved,But you looked right through me.Am I that invisible?I can't be ...I'm right here.Say something!"Hello"Or"Goodbye".Just something ...Say something to ME ...OrAm I beneath you?Somewhere in the universe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/442906/ An inside look to my book-in-progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/440642/ I'v put off bed,I can't sleep.You haunt me.Even in my dreams.Your smile,Your laugh,The way your face lights up,It sends shivers down my spine.Though you are unaware,You movements affect my very being.Intoxicated.That's all I can say.I trip,I stumble,Whenever you walk past.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/440326/ Just something off the top of my head... XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/440296/       Zzzzip. Anna zipped up her suitcase and hefted it down the stairs. It was heavy, she hoped she hadn't  forgotten anything. The front door was open, letting the sunshine pour into the house. The sounds of cupbords opening and the fridge shutting told her that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/440274/ not my best... but here it is... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/439982/ Words floating off the top of my head,I find it rather beautiful.A rainbow of colors,Waves of emotion,Swirling through the air.How wonderful is that?That I can say something here,Then you can hear me there.Sounds trotting through the airFrom my mouth,To your ear.Isn't that wond.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/439964/ Who am I?I really have no idea.The things I say,The cloths I wear,Their all a cover.My disguise.I know nothing of the world inside me,Know nothing of it's wonders.I know that it's there,But I guess I lost the map.My certain smile is a lie,That's what I am, I guess,A liar.I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/439948/ Ya, we were friends, I guess,But you know?Your rather annoying,Just so's ya know.You talk about my weight,You talk about my hair,You talk about my boy,You talk about my cloths.Ya, your opinion is sorta' important, I guess,But you make me feel so down.I hate the way you make me fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/439902/ ya... not exactly pro but I kinda like it... Reminds me of an experience I had with a guy who said he loved me. Then i found out he had another girlfriend... Havn't talked to him since. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinwithaY/439861/