http://slow.writerscafe.org/India The original writings of author India en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016699 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short story more of a blurb! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/515570/ How do you know if your in love?Is a single emotion that clicks?Is it the feeling or closure of a past life?Or maybe the only person you think about? How do you know if your in love?Is it the night you cannot sleep by urself?Or is it the fact you feel alone without them?Or maybe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/465714/ He stood by my side like a cat to the cream.So desperate for me to look at him.My heart racing like a horse in the winter.He wanted me to stare into his eyes. I was having none of it.But influences went over my body like a chill.Lost alone he took my side with his cool cold hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/465701/ Neon Green Jeans Fingerless gloves.Walking wanders.People staring at my fashion.Music in ears. Walking with a rhythm.People pointing.Me looking.People laughing. Emo branded or maybe scene.Neon bright colours.Stand out over others.Noticed that bit more. Li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/465058/ I stood there still as could be, his face looked pale but concerned."Why can you just not be you" He looked serious.I supped at the vodka bottle in the corner of the room, Mascara running down my face.At this point I had tears streaming like a waterfall on my soft cheeks."Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/454441/ Why did you do it you said to me?I've never been comfortable being me.Try to be others like change my name.Follow the style like playing a game. Change colour like a chameleon to a new surrounding.Feels so deep so enhanced but it feels so bounding.Trying to be thin just to fit in... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/454432/ My Skin pale my eyes blue.I can do anything a human can do.But I'm different I can do different things.I may not look it and I don't have wings. But I breath I blink.I see I think.I'm build for others.Yet my mind wants to recover. Built only to love from the heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/451841/ The black rose sat there in the vase.Timid and shy unbearable to touch!Cursed like a vampire stuck in a box.Lost in the world full of scary faces. Mirror's block me in a little room.Left all alone with the problems in my head.Sad and depressed no one wants me.Stupid little girl .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/451792/ I step to the mirror the reflection is thereShe looks quite dull frankly quite bareCuriosity fills my mindWhat is it in there what is behind Nothing is there put my hand to her faceShe runs off can see nor trace.I call out "Where have you gone"I'm talking to a mirror t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/451386/  Blood is coursing lips are tremblingHands are shaking legs are numbWorld is fading words are fallingPeople staring no one caring Walking tall sinking lowFaces blurred memories faintWords are shootingCanvas is blank Colours are swirling Shapes are bouncing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/451379/ Snowing in July Sunny Christmas day.So many emotions mixed this way.Confused my mind whirling.So many things twirling. Goblet of desire mixed with blood.Feels so weird feels so good.Taste sooo fresh taste so cold.Feels my souls has been sold. My throat so dry yet m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/451308/ Slice is two sword that slices my bread.Words are what are inside of my head.Stitches are what hold my mouth together.Those are my parents who push me to the end of my tether! These are the words that pour to the page.People appreciate my writing no matter what age.Not trying to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/449754/ Emo is a statement but I'm just being me.Why can't people understand why can't people see?I dress the way I like and dye my hair the rainbow.But people words make me feel low. My body is my own even though I hate it!I look in the mirror and ponder and sit.Too Skinny too fat not wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/449732/ Mama used to say I was too big for my boots.Daddy used to say I was too far from my roots.Being a little different simply wasn't there way.Put down by words by my parents everyday. Mama used to hate me for being who I am.Daddy used to hurt me for being as quiet as a lamb.I kept up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/India/449708/