http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ashley3216 The original writings of author Katerina en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776098009 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 People tell you that you're wrongBut you don't correct itPeople tell you that you're slowYet you don't speed upYou will go your own wayNo matter the distanceYou are your ownAnd that's enough for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1208374/ I'm not afraid of the past at least not anymore there's a bright future ahead and I can't afford to look back everything there bring me down and that is not what I want its time to leave it behind and start looking forward there will be new memories madeOnes with joy and not sorrow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1206385/ This is a poem that I wrote for my sister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1205395/ I guess she wasn't enoughjust like I wasn't enoughI guess we're never enoughbecause you just keep breaking heartswhy do I keep holding onpretending that it's alrightI'm only fooling myselfand never seeing the lightso now I'll say goodbyebecause now I've had enoughof you and your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1204884/ Sometimes it's darkAnd sometimes it rainsAnd sometimes the world isn't going your waySometimes it's lonelyAnd sometimes it's coldAnd sometimes you feel like it's the end of your roadSometimes your confusedSometimes your unsureSometimes you just want to give upBut dark turns to ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1204688/ this is what sorrow looks likethis is how sorrow feelsit's like a giant rain stormas if your heart is breakingand you can't stop from thinkingthis is the last blowbut just like every stormthis sorrow will meet it's endand then you'll realizethat you've won another battleand that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1204618/ My family has a secret, and it's one that absolutely no one, not even my best friend can know about. My family is a family of blood-sucking, moon walking (not literally, or the Michael Jackson kind) vampires. Now don't get me wrong, it's not like we live in a creepy old mansion by a cemetery, or lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1204373/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1204310/ Listen to your heart when you don't have a clueOpen up your eyes to what's in front of youVery seldom then you won't know what to doEverything you want may be inside of you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1204275/ You say that I don't listenThat it's like talking to a wallThat after years of repetitionI'm not changing at allBut you don't see how hard I tryThat I'm not doing it on purpose After all the times I've failedI'm still not giving upNo matter what I try to doYou seem to think I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1204066/ In this poem I describe what I see when I look in the mirror. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashley3216/1203908/