http://slow.writerscafe.org/roses101 The original writings of author roses101 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026363 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've always been able to close my eyes and just see other worlds. My problem is what I see is very real and has very real consequences. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/2766918/ World hopping without anyone knowing you don't belong, is a difficult task. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/2766917/ You've broken me downYou've beaten me upBut the thing isThat ain't enoughTo make me fall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1585959/ Just be rudeJust be meanJust be anything but niceI don’t want another surpriseYou lied and you cheatedbut the world didn't seem to see itThey made excuses for youso I was the bad guyhe was nicehe was cleanhe was everything you'd wantexcept he was alr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1583815/ We met yesterdayBut you’ve already forgottenI am the forgottenThe one in the dustLeft behind without a chance to catch upI am the forgotten http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1583813/ The beeping noises from the machine signal life, yet one steady scream from the machine could mean the end. I stare down at my scabbed over arm with a nice sized needle in it then look down at my thin and boney hand. I grab the rubber cord coming from the beeping machine and rip it off my finger. S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1507079/ I have nothing to writethey have taken awaymy passion, my hope, and my lightI don't want to continuein the darkness anymoreI just want to goand walk into the next light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1507066/ covered in metaland ready for battle.let me lead the wayand show off my power,for I am the best.I am a god.the arena is my life.force wins all battles.who needs order?when it comes to an uproar,or mutiny,or your everyday warI am the winnerwith love beside meI will rule this world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1364436/ here's the thingI hate beesthey buzz and they stingand they do nothing for meother than:pollinate the flowers, so I can smell the rosesbut I don't like the smell of flowersand roses have thornsthey help grow vegetableslike tomatoes and lettucelettuce is disgustingand tomatoes can stain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1337322/ The sun will shineand the bird will singthe people will smile all dayin the heaven up aboveThere will be a soft breezethat floats all aroundas they listen to the soft hushof the angels wingsin the heaven up aboveThe golden gates will be openfor all that have passed the testbut i have failedso you wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1337313/ Hello and welcome to my playground. There are a couple of rules that must be followed: keep your mind on the ride at all times and please don't have fun. We try to welcome you to the wonderland we call home. The main stage is next to the fairy go around, across from the gate to hell. I kid, I kid. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1300496/ “Will you marry me?” four-year old mestares at the boy in front of me. There I am in preschool, asking this poor boyfor his hand in marriage. I mean how long could “for life” be?         &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1299034/ ThingI got avisit from my mother. That was the only explanation I could come up with. Ionly hoped she would decide to visit me again and soon. To this day, 345 yearsfrom the day I first appeared, I have stuck to that theory. My mother won’tadmit it, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1260509/ KrystalToday was ahard day and that’s being nice. My father the dictator of my life decided thatit was about time I got a job. I know that being seventeen means that I have tobe mature, but I refuse to act more mature than he does.My fatheris t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1260508/                 Rightnow you might not know who I am, but very soon you will. Let me explain.Normally learning about some one’s life is boring, but not mine. I am just anidea, a thought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1260506/ Are you breathing? That's great I hope you enjoy. After all that is all I am to you, the thing that keeps you breathing. Do I ever get mentioned? No, all I hear is heart, you, and sometimes even the stomach. Those are all great and good but don't take me for granted. One of those times when you tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1260502/ Withering flowersdead by a fatal diseasegone is the new lifeThe shortness of lifebriefly alive but now deadfuture replaced by pastHave we won now worldEarth rotting before usnothing will stop it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1249461/ O' BinderO' Binder, that I never useyour pages are blankand I have no cluewhat subject you belong to.I have pretended youwere so many,that you too have forgottenyour identity.Thank you O' binderfor giving me 10 points. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1249460/ The stars in the sky shine bright.I wish I had the power of flight.to shoot to the moonto leave my cocoonto soar high in the sky, like a kite.The air moving against my face,Needing to beat it in our race,To reach my end goal,find the perfect soul,Stars are my soul webbed like silk lace.Constantly tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1245352/ Can I be a window shade?The wind pushing me backand when it is gone I will stand stillWill I enjoy that more than my life?Or does a window shade stare out the windowLonging to be outsideCan I be a bicycle?The wheels always turningand when the pedals stop moving so will IWIll I enjoy that more?Or doe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1241449/ A tree that rose and killed everything around it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1239512/ When the lights dimfrom the sky And there’s a chillin the air, That is when I can feel it When the leaves fallAnd the world is morered then greenThat is when I canfeel it When I see snow coverthe g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1236591/          http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roses101/1139482/