http://slow.writerscafe.org/bright-eyes The original writings of author Bright Eyes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992455 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I stare at your lips as they moveI'm in love with youI gaze into your eyes as they tell meI'll never leave youOur souls become one as you hold my handFingers intertwined, you'll understandReligion told me not to          feel this way   &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/527341/ Infatuated at your touchInebriated with your kissBesotted when you breathe, I'm Smitten in your presence. Hold me close and don't let goThe eternal love floods around meDon't let go, don't let go,Stay with me forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/527339/             “Abigail,” came a loud whisper from Abigail’s right side, theadjoining room.  “Abigail, are youawake?”  The midnight shift of staffdidn’t notice Allie’s sharp voic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/525598/ “My name is Austin,” said thescrawny boy swallowed by a wooden chair with red cushions on it.  “I’m twelve. I’m here ‘cause of my meth use.” He was short with mousy brown hair. His hospital-assigned sweatpants looked like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/525594/ Abigail is a seventeen year-old girl experiencing hallucinations of her dead father. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/525593/ Abigail is a seventeen year-old girl who has just been committed to a psychiatric facility, struggling with hallucinations of her dead father and possible schizophrenia/schizoaffective disorder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/525590/ story about a troubled young woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/521316/ Persuasive. Special Education inclusion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/511111/ A lover, a friend, a fellow, a peerA hug, a kiss, a rose, a tearA sketch in gray, a sonnet in blueThese are the things that did make youSome plans, some talk, the knot was tiedBut plans were never satisfiedI sang a song of serenityAnd then the ship set sailThe masts were up, the sea was blackAnd tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/494596/ A metaphor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/494595/ Let goChain yourselfFree yourselfLet goReleaseLetting goLetting goIt's the hardest thing. Letting goIt's the hardest thingTear yourself into  piecesAnd set them on fire Letting go.It's the hardest thing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/484240/ just... just kind of wrote this one. It's no good, I'm sure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/482366/ I am scared, so very scaredAnd I am sad, so very sadI am cold, so very coldAnd I am sick, so very sickThen I think, and I discoverWhat about this, or that, or those?And I close my eyes and I smileAnd I change and I morphI am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/479729/  My name is Catherine ---- --------, which is too long to write on a Scantron.  I was born yellow, and I’m the youngest, oldest, and middle child.  Most people tell me I have a pretty twisted view of life, to put it in a nice way.  I lead a twisted life, in a way; everythin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/467897/ I’m scared to thank you, because you seem to always think it’s a goodbye when I thank you. This time, it’s a hello I think, though I can never be sure. You tell me to try.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463843/ Just another letter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463840/ Hm.  What do I say to you?  You hurt me so badly.I thought you were my best friend, the best I’d ever had.  Looking back on it, you were a b***h.  I let you push me around, I let you ostracize me, I watched you be horrible to the other students. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463839/   Dumped.  Dumped in the ditch. You made such false assumptions.  You were my best friend.  I care about you, because I care about almost everyone, but I hate you, I loathe  you with such passion i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463838/   I sat in my bathroom, on the cold black and white tile.  What would it look like if it turned into red tile?  I held my razor in one hand, the pills in the other.  My doctor told me that I would go into a coma and my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463837/ A letter to a former friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463832/ A letter to a former friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463830/   Words, like blood, pour out of me; but the blood pours out of my veins, first in droplets, then in streams, forming a delta, the only thing I retained from earth science, or did I? I cannot focus in earth science for it is dripping, dripping out of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463829/ A dream I had a very very long time ago. It is symbolic of my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463828/ Is it possible to cry dry tears?  If so, what is it called?  Is dry sobbing called crying?  Is it called convulsions?  Spasms of my diaphragm? I’ve cried all my tears out, or I’m too tired .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463826/ Person #2 Hm.  What do I say to you?  You hurt me so badly. I thought you were my best friend, the best I’d ever had.  Looking back on it, you were a b***h.  I let you push me around.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463825/ A really old piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463824/     Was it a dream?  Was it a hallucination?  Am I delusional?   They came.  They came last night, they always come, but this time... they PHYSICALLY came.  they came through my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463823/   Please come back to me. I want you, I need you.  You make me feel better, you make the pain sit beside me, though it can never go away.  You calm me, you hush me, you allay my silent screams.   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463822/ Another really old piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463819/ Another really old piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463817/ Not my best work, it's sort of just what came up in my head. It's really old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/463814/ My first attempt EVER at a sonnet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/462084/ Ripping my insides apartThey're ripping themThey're stabbing themHelp meHilf mir, hilf mirI cannot do thisI'm sorryI'm sorryEs tut mir leidWhat did I do?What did I do?What did I do to deserve it?Something, for sureBut what, exactly?You are ripping me apart!Why?Take yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/458781/ Ice water in my veinsThe icy liquid flushes through meWill I freeze?Will I become frozen?Ice water in my veinsI can't get rid of itTry as I mightIt's there to stayIce water in my veinsIt's cold, so coldIt's red, violet redAnd yet it's iceIce water in my veinsLiquid ic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/458780/ My batteries, they've run outMy batteries, they're lifelessMy batteries, they're goneMy batteries, they're brokenMy life is drainedI've drained my batteriesMy power is goneMy stamina is brokenMy vive is no moreMy drive is no moreI dive no moreI thrive no moreThey're bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/458779/ Locorán versus Aeron.The bad one.  The good one.To me, neither are “good.”The writer.It’s not her.It can’t be, right?My friend is not like that.Stop taking over her brain.Can’t you see that this is not pleasant for her?Is this one pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/458777/ I got back from dinner with you.I sat in my bed.Then something came and got me.It pushed me back.I couldn't breathe.It all came flooding back.I remember now.I remembered everything.And you were part of it.You were part of the everything.How could you do that?I was only a child... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/458774/ Chapter Two: Megan has run away and now finds herself in a predicament. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/457248/ RicochetRicochet off the wall; your ambiguous tactics of deceit are quite clear to me; clear, in fact, as the Caribbean water which is your thoughts and motives.  I see through it as a piece of glass, and I will proceed to shatter it with the hardest blow I have ever mustered... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/450028/         The boys were not nice.  The boys were aggressive.  They were practically men.  Seventeen, sometimes eighteen.  I wasn’t raped, so I can’t complain.  But I guess they couldn’t get any, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/450027/ David.  He had yellowish skin.  Slanty eyes.  He looked like a chink mixed with a Spaniard mixed with a beaner.  David was a disgusting character.  His hair was greasy, his face was greasy.  He was greasy.  He was revolting.  He smelled.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/450025/             In the ambulance, I entertained myself by not breathing and watching the pointy lines change their course.  This was how I passed two and a half hours by.  Did I mention I was strapped down to a stretcher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/450023/ “This is Twice Now”       I went home for two days.  I then got sent back.      I was greeted with the warm welcoming of, “I knew you’d be back.”  This was directed at me by a staff m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/450021/     Tucker II West.       Tucker II West.  The first time I went, it was the middle of the night.  My father came to my mother’s house.  I hate my father.  He was bringing my older brother Robert home (my pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/450020/ Introduction.        I am a liar.  The biggest liar there ever was, maybe.  Everyone is a liar.  But I am especially a liar.      Let me tell you a little bit about me.      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/450018/ This is just the kind of summary of the story of my life. It's in the editing process so I'll be changing it a lot. Just tell me what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/450017/ The dinner bell rang and Megan Whitman shuffled to the large dining hall and sat next to a tall, lanky boy with dark hair.  “Hey, Megan,” Daniel said.            “Hey, Daniel.  How was your da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/446843/ So a few years ago, I started writing this book and I had about 200 pages but then I deemed it stupid and unworthy so I deleted it. Now, I'm using some of my former ideas and applying them to my current knowledge and experience. Still a little, frankly, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/446841/ I am sick of pretending.  I wake up, but I go back to sleep so as not to face the day.  But then I must wake again; I mustn’t let them know that I cannot get up.  I mustn’t let them know, for they will only think I’m lazy.  I go to the kitche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/446212/ Ouch.  I scream inside myself, silently, as broken sobs come out of soul.  Stop it, I plead you, but he will not stop until he gets what he wants.  It hurts, I tell him.  He says good.  I cannot believe this.  Why would someone do this to a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bright-eyes/446211/