http://slow.writerscafe.org/gracy_hay The original writings of author gracy ann en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172993 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/707043/ This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction hush baby, speak softly, tell me I’ll be sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/661791/ In one sense, I feel completely detached. Like I'm not even living anymore, I'm some kind of shell-shocked spectator watching someone who looks like me doing things and living my life. Ever since... ever since the incident, I feel like I have these out-of-body experiences sometimes. Like at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/630919/ You F*****G annoy me. Yet i don't say it, because I'm a door mat. My place is for everybody else to walk on me. But i still can't believe that every thing i does is frustrating and everything i do is annoying. If this is true why did you bother talking to me at all in the first place? Why don't you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/621605/ it was euphoric being with him again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/611007/ i just feel so angry lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/611002/ His porcelain heart Was hidden in the dark He deceived others, stealing their love Until a nightmare appeared as a beautiful dove He accepted the request Not knowing that it was a trick instead of a quest Colors of beauty floats around him Drinking up his talents and filling his sin He gave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/609009/ That life has been f*****g awesome lately. I havent had a depressed day in a least two in a half weeks. I'm just constantly happy. I've met some new friends like Aaron and Tanner and hung out with them As well as exploring old friendships like Spencer Brillhart and Vance Cameron.Spencer is fitting i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/607478/ Lately i feel as if I'm not even really there. I go about all my days trying so hard not to cry but i always end up bawling by 9pm. It's like just getting out of bed is a struggle. All I want to do is sleep. Or cry. Sometimes i just want to tell him everything I'm feeling. But then i remember nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/599126/ I don't think Ive ever felt more utterly completely alone in my life.  No brother. No friends. No one. I just wanna curl in a ball in a 12 feet whole in the center of some deserted forest and never come out again. Thats all i can type right now.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/595454/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/591509/ Chapter ! 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And we fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/574569/ Just gonna stand thereAnd watch me burnBut that's alrightBecause I likeThe way it hurtsJust gonna stand thereAnd hear me cryBut that's alrightBecause I loveThe way you lieI love the way you lieI love the way you lieI can't tell you what it really isI can only tell you wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/572332/ I feel it again. That sort of ache, the one that starts in the middle of your chest, but then it moves. It goes left usually, towards your heart. Towards your life, your center of being, towards the bloody muscle that suppossedly houses your soul, amoung other things, and it hurts. Not enoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/571588/ sent me this. i have no clue what to tell her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/543841/ Rabastan sat down on his favourite chair, facing the door, and waited. Almost five minutes had passed since he had received her message; she wouldn't be long.He leaned back against his chair, a smirk twisting his lips at the knowledge of what was to come. His fingers idly traced the armrests as he r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/539341/ I feel deranged. Demented. Dare i say...mad? My sanity is slowly slipping away. I don't even remember days without these thoughts berating my every move. Thinking of all the names I've been called. Perhaps they hold some meaning. Despite what i present myself as among others, i am not devoid of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/538884/ Lately I've been itching for the knife again. Its terrible really. This urge is so hard to suppress. But when it gets to bad, i always text him. And without even knowing he's doing it, he vanquishes the need, want, urge, love, of doing it. Like i'm perfect being just me. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/535515/ Let's dance in styleLet's dance for a whileHeaven can wait we're only watching the skyHoping for the best but expecting the worstAre you gonna drop the bomb or notLet us die young or let us live foreverWe don't have the power but we never say neverSitting in the sandpitLife is a short tripThe music'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/534356/ I always wanted to be the woman of elegance you always saw on the ball room floor being swept around by the man in the tux. To know how to move so gracefully and effortlessly. As if my feet were merely floating above the ground as i moved. Its always been a girlish fantasy of mine. To be swept .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/534197/ He was so tired. All he wanted to do was go home and sit on their couch, and watch there home movies. But no one cared. He was just another sad old man. The world moved by so fast around him, and he never noticed. He just wanted to be with his buttercup again. Trapped in her memory. If only i could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/534091/  I wish i could have told you how much i love you. I wish i could have bought you that onsie at the store, and rocked you to sleep late at night when you were crying. To throw you birthday parties and send you off to school. I had a dream last night, you were laying in your crib, fussing, i wal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/534082/   You know, the world today disgusts me sometimes. The fact that it seems there is only one form of beauty. To be blunt, it pisses me off that when i take of my shirt, and look at the chub on my body, i feel disgusted with myself. It shouldn't be that way. Just because i'm not a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/534073/ When the streetlights come on and the fireflies flicker,I am walking her home making plans.With her shoes in her hands, I am watching her dance,As the hem of her dress gently kisses the grass.It suddenly rains on us,She is laughing and turns up her hands.Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/533970/ Cause i don't care where you've beenAnd I don't care what you've seenWe're the ones who still believeAnd we're looking for a pageIn that lifeless book of hopeWhere a dream might help you cope - the killers TranquilizeFor all you who read this, glance at it, skim it, i just want you to know im h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/533547/ He slammed his robust c**k in her p***y as she whimpered and clung to him, silently begging for more. Jack gritted his teeth, knowing that if he continued this way it would end soon. His c**k was engorged to point of explosion from f*****g the other womans a*s and knowing that Ann's eyes c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/533319/ <a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/x6fygk.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a>They were friends first, slowly becoming more through out the course of time. They loved being around each other. He finally told her, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/533217/ We had fire in our eyesIn the beginning INever felt so aliveIn the beginning youYou blame me butIt's not fair when you say that I didn't tryI just don't want to hear it anymoreI swear I never meant to let it dieI just don't care about you anymoreIt's not fair when you say that I didn't tryI just don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/533191/ Sometimes i wonder whats wrong with me. Am i so ugly that not a single boy my age would want to go out with me? Or am i just to fat? Its so easy to pick apart whats wrong with me. Like how I'm fat, short, plain hair and eyes. Nope nothing special here. Just used goods thats to washed out for anyone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/532893/ Ann watched as both pairs of hands traveled down the other womans body. She never thought she'd be in this situation in her life. They were all pushing the boundaries of lust and sin. The two men, Jack and Johnny held the other woman between them as there pulsating c***s filled h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/529499/ You've become a part of meYou'll always be right hereYou've become a part of me You'll always be my fearI can't separateMyself from what I've doneGiving up a part of meI've let myself become you-linkin parkThese thoughts hit me like a tidal wave drowning i city. I cant seem to get them to stop... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracy_hay/520980/ I never understood the phrase 'blood is thicker than water' till summer of 09. 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