http://slow.writerscafe.org/dustygirl122 The original writings of author Dusty en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029501 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem is about losing someone I loved http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/1228172/ Just a 14-line poem I wrote for a contest, not very good... but I am more of someone who uses alot of words, lol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/541070/ What happens if you turn away and pretend you didn't see? No man is ever for just himself. This is not the way the world should be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/519736/ I let myself trust, believed them when they said they'd never let me fall. This is what I deserve for being so stupid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/519709/ A little piece on what I think people see when they look at me and my uncertainity of whether they can see through my walls at the little voice that lies within. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/519439/ What can I do when my heart is ready but I am still afraid? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/518052/ A short poem inspired by nothing but the blank whiteness on the desk before me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/518048/ To my father. It doesn't make up for everything you did, but somehow, we'll find a way to live with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/509216/ A description of one of the memories of my childhood. Everything written here is real.. I hope you like it, it was a hard write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/508246/ I wrote this poem when I was about 10 or 11 and my dad had locked me in my room again. It is in its true form straight from my old diary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/491046/ Short inspirational poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/486101/ The reason why I was never Daddy's little girl... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/485698/ Verse 1:When you're trapped inside a lonely space,tryin' to find your right place,it's like tryin' toput a circle in a square.You'll never fit quite the same.A corner is always left blank.You can only hopea circle comes along some day. Chorus:A song can slip through the ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/475119/ Dedicated to my father. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/475080/ My first attempt at a highly-metaphorical poem... Hope its not too disastorous.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/475058/ For the contest "An elf enters the room"... This takes place in the fantasy world of Cithigan, ruled by a sole, unmarried male wizard named Grendal. Aaron is about 14, a low-class free human. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/471908/ What is it that makes a symbol good or bad? Where are they found? What do they really mean? The answer does not lay with me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/449038/ What happens when all hardship dissapears? Can we really be happy, if we do not know pain? Can there really be song, of which there is no sadness to sing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/447540/ This is a very old poem I made when I was 12 or 13. It was my first attempt at imagery and some metaphor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/447532/ One thing to remember about earth, we are not on a rent-to-own lease. Our payments are getting later and later, and eventually, unless we manage the costs better, we will be evicted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/447224/ This is inspired by one of my friends. Welcome to high school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/446519/ The story of the newest New Testament's Adam and Eve, in this case named Greg and Summer. (A very short, still techically work-in-progress story of the last two humans after the end of the world) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/444275/ A short, simple poem on night demons and terrors. It is what happens when the sun goes down... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/442944/ Compared to my other poems, this one may seem young, but I am trying to write this with the limited language of a child that grew up on the streets, without a school to teach him/her the dictionary or latin word roots. Hope it sounds alright... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/441691/ This story takes place in Salem, Massachuttes during the Salem witch trials, the character has the name of one of the many victims, but this story is fictional for the most part. It is based on historical facts and inferences. The Salem Witch Trails were http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/441676/ The story of Ribbon, a sex slave in Spain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/441653/ This is a poem I wrote after my mother and father were fighting one night. I was 12. I haven't changed the words too much, so I hope it is not to childish sounding, but I thought it best to keep it in its original form since I wrote it while I was feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/441641/  A flower of intricate foldsCircling around a paper soulSo fragileSo parchedA flower debloomedNursing a torn heartSo simple a designSo hard to replicateSo easy to breakTears from a debloomed flowerFall onto a roseThe thorns cut her handsA single drop of bloodStains the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/441349/ 'The man I live with likes his drinks.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/441339/ 'I am called Kae.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/441326/ Noeh was the Ylanga, the Prophesied One to defeat Yulka, the tyrannic Yengwari king; until he met a lone slave girl in the forest. Kae is stronger than even Noeh, but can the world abandon prophecy to put their faith in a slave? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dustygirl122/441320/