http://slow.writerscafe.org/alexx_lawson The original writings of author alex en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123341 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a slam poem about my rape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1992829/ a poem about my abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1971318/ a poem/letter to my good friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1968437/ i want out. i want out of this utterly joyless and completely pitiful existence. i've come to the conclusion that life, in all it's affliction rendering majesty, is truly not equipped to handle the glorious depths of souls on whom it wishes to inflict the the most pain. it is beyond my comprehension.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1885242/ the world exposedteenagers experiments gone wrongangry parents yellingconfused childrenthe world exposedthe longing for lovesettlingfor something thatresembles itthe world exposeddelicate esteemshatteredwhen an unloved persondecides to take outtheir frustration on themthe world exposed rag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1326830/ I slowly walk towards the bathroom door my steps slowing down as I draw nearermy heart beats fasterlike I'm being chased,watched,stared atI beg myself to turn aroundand to break the vicious cycleof starving and loathingbut still, I open the door and walk into hellI see the mirrorthe v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1182751/ I've always wondered why I choose men that hurt mecall me namescheatlierepeatbut now I think I rememberwhen I was a childswingingplaying dreamingmy mother always told meboys who are meanpull your haircall you namesstick out their tonguethey like you very muchso the first time he hurt meI t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1171802/ 3 AMthe sad souls of the word are alivereminiscing on the daythe monththe year3 AMalcoholics stare at the bottlewondering whetherto drink to sipto stop3 AMthe broken hearted ponderwhy mewhy nowwhy ever3 AM the suicidal stare atthe pillsthe gunthe knife4 AMthe sad souls cry louderthe a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1170071/ little girl little girldid you know you always crylittle girl little girlI'm the reason whylittle girl little girlyou tried to run awaylittle girl little girl I will always make you staylittle girl little girlyou are starting to growlittle girl little girlthat makes me sad you knowbig girl big .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1167259/ I start to get better my tears start to drybut then sadness comesand happiness waves goodbyehe says it's been a nice visit and he really would have loved to staybut sadness is more powerful than him and he will try to come back somedaydays become months and moths became yearsnobo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1165679/ Love is loveno matter the genderbecause truthfully weare the inventorsWe will love who we loveAnd none will be judged because we, ourselveswill love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1156975/ You cannot ignore meI will make sure that  you listenI will take away your love for lifeI am DepressionYou will try to be happyand have a jubilant expressionbut you cannot fool meI am DepressionYour family will start to noticethey will pay for therapy sessionsbut those doctors don't scare .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1156959/ I am diseasedI no longer think for myselfbecause I am no longer myselfI am diseasedI am deterioratingmy mind and bodyI am diseasedI am feeblesome may call me skeletalI am dyingI have wasted awaynone of me is leftBecause I am dead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexx_lawson/1156951/