http://slow.writerscafe.org/andrewarmstrong The original writings of author Andrew James Armstrong en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031146 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My girlfriend loves this one, so hopefully everyone else will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrewarmstrong/465597/ I wrote this about three years ago, enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrewarmstrong/465505/ This is all about my trip to jail, somewhere i never want to go again. I hope it is interesting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrewarmstrong/465477/ I hope to moves everyone on this site, because it does everywhere else i post it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrewarmstrong/465468/ I hope this will blow everyone away, it usually does when i let someone read it. Please Comment and rate this poem...its the best one i have ever wrote and its by far my favorite and hopefully yours...I'm only 21 and when i wrote this poem i was just 17 y http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrewarmstrong/465464/ There is this secret girl, who I've been longing for.I just want to be with her, there is nothing I want more.No one can know about us; everyone thinks we're just friends.I'm in a terrible situation; when will this s**t end?See I'm talking to her best fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrewarmstrong/465235/ Where is my Angel?I asked God one night.I pray for one everyday.And there's still no sight. Times get rough.And situations get bad.I need my own Angel.To keep me from being sad. Where is my Angel?I asked one last time.Soon God answered my prayers.And my Angel, I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrewarmstrong/465233/ So there once was a girl.Who was ever so sweet.Her personality was the best.One that could never be beat.She was oh so beautiful.She could never look bad.She was the perfect girl.One you could take home to mom and dad.Her voice was so soft.And sometimes she was shy.She had su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrewarmstrong/465226/ From deep withinmy heart now spinsmy life, my friendshave come to end.through the pain, the fameits all still the same.I turn my head And realize im dead.Just a memory...drug through from the past.I think about it slowly.As I move on fast.Im scared, unawareThe stres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrewarmstrong/465224/