http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaylaludwick The original writings of author TheKaylaPup en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048178 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 RaícesLas raíces del árbol de familia puede ir lejano del árbol,Ellas va a través de muchas parias. Cada generación puede agradecer su ascendencia. La familia, con riqueza o pobreza, siempre tiene amor.La familia supera los problemas.La familia es más.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/1129231/ Dear Writer’s Block:I wish to tell you “Go Away,”I do not wish to play today.I have some writing I must do,So I need for you to promptly shoo.You keep me from my work, you see;I need for you to leave me be.So please, I tell, I cannot play, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/1129228/ He walks through the tall grasses,Stalking some unsuspecting prey.He pounces.He has brilliant orange fur,And black majestic stripes.The sun hits himLike a spotlight-The world blursUnimportant.He lands.His claws.His prey.The kill.Fast-Almost painless,Almost.Crimson liquid stains his fur and pearl-whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/1129226/ Do you ever feel so fed up with the world?So tired of this s**t that other people are doing and saying?Ever feel like you just want to escape?Run away from this place?These people?But people are all the same anyway,and you can never escape so there's no use trying,and what are you trying for?What ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/821843/ unfinished http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/814192/ a poem comparing humans to wolves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/812704/ a fan fiction of the lion king This chapter isn't done yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/807721/ a lion king fanfic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/807492/ About a boy with some serious behavior problems who doesn't want to take his medicine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/789364/ A very sad poem about pain and love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/784259/ I poem about a problem a friend of mien used to have. She has gotten help now, and I don't have to feel this way anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/783263/ Ring, Ring, Ring"Hello, you have reached-"ClickThe disappointment of the answering machine,I have nothing to say to it,No message to leave,Just a need to hear your voice on the other end. Swirls, lines, doodles on a page,Not art,Just a way to make the seconds pass,Something to keep me from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/771742/ dream, learn, grow, keep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/591850/ sometimes i feel like i know i can make it through anything, but i don't want to. sometimes the people i love the most, are the only ones still hurting me. sometimes i rant to people i hardly know, because people i know well are the one's i'm ranting about. sometimes i know i can have whaver i want,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/572628/ i just found this in a notebook, I think I wrote it my freshman year http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/554017/ If the world is a stage,And we are the actors,Where are the audience and directors?If life is a game,And we are the players,What is the object?When have we won it?If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,And changes with each person's eyes,Then how can all magazine covers look the same,And all be bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/550972/ YarnOf many colors,Pieces of different sizes,Scraps all tied together,Only chopsticks to combine them.Kitting Isn't easyWithout any needles,Chopsticks can be usedBut yarn gets frayed on spillenters.SquaresAre made so little,For chopsticks are so short,Later tied together,All the little squares make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/548681/ questions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/548674/ a poem about the seasons, and my sidewalk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/545340/ SometimesWhen I'm listening,I will hear something.Sometimes,When I'm looking,I will see something.Sometimes,When I'm sniffing,I will smell something.Sometimes,When I'm chewing,I will taste something.Sometimes,When I'm touching,I will feel something.Sometimes,When I'm sleeping,I will dream something... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/545297/ One is a tragedy, many are only numbers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/543682/ A poem about choices. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/543520/ When God's son and Satan's daughter fall in love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/493969/ She's living on the streets after witnessing the death of her parents, having given up her dreams and ambitions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/489877/ She's being abused and only one person notices whats going on. Even they don't say anything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/489223/ Dead,Lost to hate,Lost to rejection,Lost to love,Or lack thereof.Dead,By his own hand,Or her own hand,Suicide to him the answer,Suicide to her escape.Dead,No more drug use,No more bad grades,No more problems,Mom are you proud now?Dead,No more good things,No mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/449394/ um, i just came up with it, i'm not even sure it makes sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/441847/ I got the idea from a story me and a friend are working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/440357/ I wrote it today. Just came to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/440132/ Its about my sister. I wrote in for finals 2nd semester last year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/439900/ I wrote this during the first semester of my freshman year (this past year). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/439898/ I wrote this at the end of eighth grade, I had just converted from Christianity to Paganism, and I felt rejected and crap. Funny thing is it turned out just fine, I has a little melodramatic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/439896/ This one I wrote in eighth grade, for school. Again, purely fictional. If you can't tell they are escaping a house fire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/439895/ I think this was another seventh grade poem, I wrote a lot of poetry that year. She cries blood, and she's suicidal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/439893/ It's about a friend of mine, I wrote in seventh grade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/439891/ Another seventh grade poem, again no personal meaning. The idea is that the person feels like they are losing it, and they aren't in control of their own actions, which are murderous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/439890/ This is a old poem I wrote, it doesn't really hold any personal meaning. I think the idea was that when things seem perfect they never stay that way. I don't know, I wrote in back in like, seventh grade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylaludwick/439888/