http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sasha.Immortal The original writings of author Sasha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996200 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My soul mate?No, my cell mate.I am tied to you.And will make hell wait.I'm a f****n slave,Stuck in a 6 by 8 cell.Buried alive in a grave,Like a gambler advertising his tell.Lust is a pastime,Love the climax.Imprisonment the downfall.The live of a convict the close.I can't live with you,Neither can i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/814256/ There's just too much pain,Too much agony.You were it babe.Always, for me.It's been years now,But some spaces just can't be filled.I just wanted you to know that i really loved you.Not that i'm crying over milk that's' been spilled.There are plenty of other things,That really make me decay.But the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/814253/ description http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/698972/ Okay, it's finally here. The rap i was trying to finish. Gotta Warn you though, this is heavy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/681654/ Each move is plotted,Every step planned.Each flaw spotted,Every mistake banned.They are perfectionists,Seeking to perfect,Perfection.Their intentions are,In perfecting every small,Tiny,Section.Every tiny section of life,Of death.They crave the best,In every single breath.They will not stop,Until per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/669162/ School's coming to a close, doubts, excitement, pain, sadness, so many thoughts go through my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/628264/ just a short verse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/599861/ just stuck in one not good, not bad place...ever felt that?? given up on life. but not to the extent of suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/599859/ it's early in the AM when the world is asleep, but when everything is a dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/598162/ A Poem based on the restrictions a person with a few differences faces due to society. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/495425/ Many people ask everytime they see someone commit suicide why they did it. "Don't they realize that eventually everything will sort itself out?", "There are other ways to solve a problem." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/490093/ Its really confusing. Still Gangsta though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/489516/ Something changed me, I lost alot of my friends, family, and other things that mattered once upon a time. When I realized what I'd become, I wrote this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/489012/ Tear drops bleed,From my eyes.Again I plead,Again denies.I ask why.They say its just life.What they don't realize is,Without it,There is only strife.I feel like screaming.I want to die.For my whole life,Has been a lie.I want to attain that freedom,To b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/488318/ I wrote this poem when my girlfriend kept checking my phone every time i met her and if i asked if i could just play a game or sumin on her phone she would deny me any access and if i perused the matter she would ask me if i didn't trust her....she ended http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/487186/ I wrote this when my ex and I were going through a rough patch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/486803/ Some people say,When I'm gone,Don't cry.Just continue on,After I die. But I would like you to shed a single tear.Just one tear is enough.To tell me that it was all real.To tell me the whole thing wasn't just a bluff. Let that one tear roll down your cheek.Let it be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/486438/ You know when you're talking to someone you really like on the phone and when they go, you still have the reciever to your ear to hear the line get cut...just to make sure that you've run out of time with them. This poem is about those 3 beeps you hear wh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/485901/ I feel so exposed,Like I've got nothing to hide.As i lie in this ambulance.A defribillator by my side. I've been stripped off all my ego,I've lost all my pride.As i sit in this,Long and painful, ambulance ride. I wish my love was with me,So i could say goodbye.Befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/485826/ Many of my poems are written with their title undecided so i end up putting a title on it as i publish it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/484331/ this poem can be interpreted in many ways...i wrote it with that intention. The title for it is not the only interpretation, its just that its the least personal of the lot while it still has its effect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/484329/ you could put it as a poem to help understand that every second of your life might be your last. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/483649/ I Watch, as slowly,This death consumes me.Inching closer to my grave,With each new heart beat.I watch, as slowly,I get sucked back into life's flow.No matter how hard i try.No matter how far i go.I watch, as slowly,Everything ever created,Turns into dust.And everything new,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/483561/ No clue where i got the inspiration for this...but i guess that's the way it works doesn't it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/483558/ I wrote this poem a bit after my ex-girlfriend told me that she flirted with another guy that she Also liked. In my anger, i just wrote it, and hence the name as it comes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sasha.Immortal/483271/