http://slow.writerscafe.org/junsted The original writings of author Sapphire Naylor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022462 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The formal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1321683/ A poem I wrote recently. Struggles of everyday life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1321674/ Read and see :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1316651/ Something was off. I immediately felt the Shade andthe wizard, their dark energy suffocating me, but we weren’t in the stone roomlike I have seen so many times before. Surrounding me was a frost bitten fieldthat looked oddly familiar, while, off in the distance, the moon blanketed th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1316641/ A journal entry I wrote a while ago... Thought people with depression might be able to relate. Hope you like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1314713/ A simple journal entry. Sorry about no rhyme scheme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1313314/ A poem I wrote for my book. Hope you like it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1311268/ Sticks and stones Will brake my bones And words will always hurt me Each one making a small nick on my heartSlowly, but all too quickly it moves down to my wrists Every ounce of bloodWorking against me Keeping this horrible thing I call me alive E.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1311265/ Chapter 8My eyes shot open, amoment of confusion swept over me as I tried to remember what exactly happenedand why I was on the floor. Memories came flooding into my senses as I gaspedfor air. Did I seriously just dream that? I walked over to the sink andsplashed water on my face. As.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1311181/ I have earsI can hear All the nasty things You sayYou think I'm oblivious You think I'm naive I'm smarter than I seem I can see through the liesAll the wrongness All the fakeYou spread rumors Like deadly tumorsI'm tired of the hurtI'm sick of feeling like dirt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1310375/ There is a light and a dark in every situation. You cannot have lightness without darkness. The shadow of ourselves holds our deepest, darkest desires and regrets. It is only when there are light shown on our shadows that our shadows can fully heal. Though the light may be temporary, relish the mome.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1310080/ Life goes on. Everything faded and smudged, blending to create something unique to each of us. Lines flow into one another until eventually it creates a shape that determines the outcome of the final product. Figures start to take form, characterizing the mood and personality. Slowly shadings added... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1308553/ Different Being different isn't a bad thing,Being shy isn't horrible,Being afraid is normal.Everyone is afraid of something,Everyone is shy in some way,Being different is being the same,Being different is being strong in a way most people might not be.Are strengths do not describe who .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1307531/ How do I know? Do I get struck dumb?Love is such a mystery to meI have never known it And I never willNo one could ever love someone like meI'm not perfectIt will always be in my sight but never in my reach How do I know? There is no reassurance for me nowNothing to change my min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1306188/ Chapter 7            Bythe time Clara had gotten home Steph, Brian and Shane had been gone for aboutan hour, telling me before they left for me to dress up and that they would seeme soon. I explained to Clara that we had a dinner p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1305831/ We walk past like nothing has happened,Yet my world is tumbling,Falling to the deepest pits of despairI smileI laugh I hide the turmoil that is overflowing insideNothing goes right,Forever looking,Never finding.Putting up that mask,Constantly gluing it back togetherNever to show the true selfNever t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1305801/ The invisibles still have feelings,the weak still have feelings.Though they might not say anything,they all still notice.Though the world is moving fast,they catch every detail.Though they may not do something,they still have feelings for you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1305275/ I'm screaming their name hoping they notice, I don't understand.How can they be in their own cloud of doom?They beg for someone to help them,they cry till they're dry.How can they be in their own cloud of doom?I help them, teach them all that I know.I scream and I whisper,I yell and I moan.How can t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1304148/ You're afraid of yourself, you always have, you always will. Nothing can make up for what you have done in the past. Dying doesn't scare you, you welcome its familiar touch. What frightens you the most, is becoming the monster you once were, the monster that you fight to control every waking moment .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1304131/ Chapter 6            I was back at the forest that Shane and Igot attacked at. Black blanketed the sky with little tiny dots of light pokingtheir heads out through the darkness. Shane was sitting on the tree, his stormyeyes glowing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1288435/     Chapter 5    “I don’t understand where could he have gone? I thought your family takes care of him. How could he just disappear for two whole weeks?” I asked Steph. She looked at me exasperated.     “He does this all the time, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1288431/ Chapter 4            I woke up in what I knew and felt like my room. Not wanting to open my eyes just yet I just lied there and listened. I heard Clara’s voice as well as a deeper one… Shane.        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1288427/ Chapter 3                        Thereis a light and a dark in every situation. You cannot have lightness withoutdarkness. The shadow of ourselves holds our deepest, darkest desi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1288424/ Chapter 2            Openingmy eyes quickly, it took a while for me to realize where I was. Sitting upslowly I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Images of my Grandma’s mangledbody flooded my mind, those weird yellow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1231509/         Chapter 1             The most beautiful things come in thesmallest of packages. No one can ever truly understand how much those smallpackages mean to them until they&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1207257/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/junsted/1206383/