http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vinnie95 The original writings of author Vin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016768 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A simple and short piece to get my butt back in gear to try writing again :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/979705/ Are You Afraid? It’s around mid-July and in similarity to the previous weeks of summer that I have spent lazing around with friends, I am with Drae, my best friend since we were 8 years of age. Now, normally, our conversations consist of boys, make-up or clothes, you know, the typical.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/638754/  Why must it always be the same?Every day just praying for change.Yet this internal sickness, this emotional draincontinues to restrain me, keeping me captive within its merciless cage. Could it really be my fate to live with this,to never know what it's like to be genuinely happy?Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/584022/  I thought that we were friends,you always said I was the best.I was getting used to not having to pretend,I much preferred you to all the rest. We spent almost all our time laughing,not once did we ever seriously disagree.When we weren't together we were forever texting,though now i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/556262/   Thankfully Gail had left, so I would be able to walk to school like normal. I started down the sidewalk with my bag slung halfway in front of me as I tried to find my phone. Then I shoved it back in and ran. I had six minutes to get there.I had to stop shortly though, my butt was still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/553368/  It was so hard not to cry just then. What would it be like to have a home, a real home? Not a vacant shelter empty of love and affection, but a place where I would feel safe and happy as soon as I saw it.So many people never realize how lucky they are, simply that they have a family to c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/553364/   When I woke up I tried vainly to sneak out so that I wouldn’t be a problem again. I painfully pulled on my uniform and semi-folded the pj’s I had borrowed. As I was trying to slip by the rooms to the stairs I heard the low mutterings of people from the living room area. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/553362/  It's raining again. Pouring down my window like sheets of delicate plastic. I could watch it forever, forget about everything and just lose myself in the water's graceful movemens. The raging wind serving as such appropriate background music to the thoughts tearing through my mind like bulle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/548114/  "Come on in, I'm in the back!" a rumbling voice shouted. I poked my head around one of the many stacks of furniture and carvings and looked to the left, where I thought the voice had come from. I walked towards the sound of a saw, nervous. The guys voice had created the image of someone very.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/548064/  And what a surprise it was when it didn’t. Nothing in particular went wrong, except for my everyday misery, which was bad enough on its own. Not to mention I was so busy doodling and daydreaming that I didn’t even know what we were learning about. I didn’t really care. No o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/547481/   You bite your lip and keep your story untold,and secrets are walls put up to keep us alone.An inner bleeding that's left unknown,a prideless life is all that you own.Things go hidden, you refuse to reveal,unravel your past because the present is real.The lies you live off.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/545782/  Chained to wallsof flawless mirrors.Blindfolded, uselessto the reflected sneers. Frown upon light,the pitch black reigns.Blood no longer crimson,clotting in veins. Copious happinessnow evanescent; obsolete.Vultures fly in,such a murderous fleet. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/545766/   Gagging over the toilet, with her finger at the back of her throat,muscles start to weaken as she lets her eyes begin to flow.She glances in the mirror after staggering backwards in the wrong direction,as she picks up a bottle of Vodka and breaks it against her reflection.Tea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/545757/ Woooh! Vengeance XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/545737/  Tears beating against the ground,turning heads from all around.Sidewalk completely covered in blood,one last heartbeat, one last thud.There he lays, where everyone can see,but few people fall to his side on their knees.Looking down at his face so pale,it can't be over, no, you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/545276/  I want needles breaking, flesh tearing,Death's gesture's all I wanna be wearing.Drinks pouring, so reassuring,taint your lips, long after speech starts slurring.I want doors slamming, pill popping,slitting wrists, there's just no stopping.Reflections shattering, take no more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/545263/  Dragging my feet as I pull myself out of bed,looking in the mirror, it's a whole different head.Feeling the darkness, pulling me down,wondering why should I bother, if all you do is hurt?Throwing judgements and bullshit, for all that it's worth.At some point in time, life will fall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/544007/  An angel sits upon a stool,and sings her saddest song.There are no words, just mournful sounds,she's been in pain so long. Her wings are in tatters,her robes are torn.She cries herself to sleep,her energy worn. Her throat so very sore,from all her screaming... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/544001/  At night I lay restless,I so much want to sleep.But my mind keeps on working,it has memories to keep. My imagination runs free,for the most of my time.Whether I'm thinking up stories,or making a rhyme. I don't care what is said,of the circles under my eyes.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/543999/  Twinkle twinkleLitle starI wished uponTo erase my scarsUp above the world so highLike my screams that reached the skyWhen the blazing sun is goneI hope he knows I did him wrongThen you shine your little lightThe light that burns away my frightThen the traveller in the dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/543988/  They haunted my dreams. His eyes were always there, inescapable and deep enough to drown in, making my sleep restless. I wanted to see his eyes again, wanted to loose myself to whatever alien charm they held for me. It was almost unhealthy, my desire to see him again, verging on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/542747/ * A Fact About My Death *I made myself pancakes for breakfast that morning.I never told my parents I used the last of the eggs. Inconsequential, really, but I felt kind of bad afterwards. I know how Lauren likes to have eggs before school. She says it wakes her up in the morning so she'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/541704/   This wasn’t supposed to happen to girls like me. It was supposed to be a buxom blonde with a bright white soul, or an innocent child who suddenly matures into a heroine in a flash of blinding light. Not me.I am not a beautiful damsel in distress whose prince swoops in out of the nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/541214/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/541211/    The burning touch of each cold trail,as the shaking starts to take me down.Ten seconds to win or just to fail,this screaming repeats but has no sound.It seems foolish to even try,but here I am, trying to hold it in.Still in the end, I'll break and cry,a sick gam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/539983/   Take a look around,and see the red on the ground.See that big lump of mess?I ripped that thing right out of my chest.I dug my fingers in so deep,and then I started to cry and started to weep.I felt the blood run over my hand,but still I dug to meet my demand... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/539975/   Lover, you appear when I put my headphones on-kiss my skin with exquisite, seductive notes.Caress the scars with cool melodic antidotes,sing me lullabies amongst the screaming, discordant chaos.Po ri mi, you reign over me,a gifted Prince Charming conducting one blissful sym.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/539968/  We're walking in shadow,we're feeling so insecure.Everywhere our demons follow,their contorted faces obscure.We've all played the game,but now it's all for real.For everyone it's the same,we pretend to know how we feel. Hide, hide before it's too late,don't let them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/539144/   She sighs as her tears leap over the edge,because nothing ever goes right in her life.She leans carelessly across the sharp ledge,because there's too much stress and strife.She feels the wicked wind pulling her hair,because the gravity is protesting her fall.She knows tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/539132/   Sing me your bloody song,tell me the whole world is wrong.Pull me into your nightmare,assure me that no one will care.Speak of how life is cruel,your careless words will add to the fuel.Teach me just to give up,because you know that I'm not tough enough.Promise me jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/539118/  V1As I watch the walls collapseBeneath a hollow shell of liesWith paper skin and running bloodFeel below the fading lightThe cut to penetrate the thickness of the skinI feel the sting that separatesCleanse my body of this sin ChorusThe darkness that grows insid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/539108/   A man once said to me,"I am the answer to life"And I answered,"Then why cause so much strife?"A gypsy once said to me,"Come let your spirit fly"And I answered,"And leave my body here to die?"A child once asked me,"Come play hide and seek?"And I answered,"Promise you won't peek?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/539094/   Blue eyes meet mine and I am pulled underInto a warmth so sweet - a beautiful wonderFingertips dance gracefully on my skinI cannot describe the state that I am inStrong arms surround me and I can't help but smileIf only I could stop time, if only for a whileHours turn to minutes and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/539090/   So unexpectedFelt so rejectedPulled away from every touchDisgusted by all things suchAffection, the act of the sickMy reaction they mimicMore anger, all rageKill them all and turn the pageNails digging into their neckA complete wreckA swift fist to the stomachFe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/538315/   Where is the beauty? Hidden in the dark.Where is the love, when pain makes its mark?Where is the sanity, while excuses never end?Where is the safety? There's nothing left to defend.Here we sit, rolling the dice and playing with fate,when did life get so miserable, and is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/529983/   I'm hearing these taunts, and finally starting to listen,I'm letting myself break, now I'm giving in.Flaunt your hair, and tell me I'm not tough,well wait until I snap because I've about had enough.Mirror, mirror, on the wall, is what they say true or is it a lie?Can I use .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/529243/   Symbiotic are good and evil,one in the same but not.Entwined in a lust to prevailis a goal that each have sought. Tender is good that canbe seen in a child's eyes.Unlike the sins of man,found in his vulgar lies. Ambiguous implicationscloud the light of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/529227/   Silence is safe, it makes no noise,no harmful words, no suicide toys.But silence proves more than shown,silence tells you you're alone.No tick of the clock, no drop of a pin,silence so heavy it's built for sin.It weighs heavy like a ball and chaintied around your ankle,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/528791/ Something me and a couple of friends wrote whilst bored one weekend. Enjoy :) (I hope haha) P.S Mines is in red, hers in blue and his in purple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/528785/  Every night her Daddy would tuck her into bed,stroke her soft curls on her little blonde head.He'd stay til she slept, she was safe with him there,she snuggled right down with her old teddy bear.She didn't know how her Daddy wanted to die,she never woke in the night to hear him cry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/523361/  I shudder slightly as Death makes his way in,as skeletons and corpses play the harp of sin.The brutality of it delivered, with such a fragile sound,as the wheels on the Hearse go round and round.The fog in the distance, hides all I've let go,inner demon sweeps its place, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/523339/  If we were together tonight,would we watch the rain fall?I love the sound of your laugh, it helps me to get through it all.Would you hold me close,And let the rest of the world be?The touch of your lips, is all I need to set me free.I'd lay my head on your chest,would you h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/523324/ Don't let anyone step on you, strike back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/522747/ Just a little something a friend and I came up with on IM My lines are red, his are black, Enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/522745/  People rush to watch a fightTo see who proves the stronger mightThe death of one is always funWhen friends all ditch to make a runA bag of crack will not call backThe price you paid for full in blackSit and watch the world pass byWith infamy we'll make a sighBoredom keeps the head held under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/522733/  My eyes flutter open to a dismal room, stark and grey. I attempt to stand, but find that I'm strapped to a table. An operating table. Silver buckles dig into my raw flesh, piercing the skin when I struggle to move. I am completely immobolized, bare legs secured and naked chest tied tight. A .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/522730/ What is the sound that darkness makes?That drums within my ears to callfor light, and pray that with it takesthe nightmares waiting in the hall.That lengthens every step I treadwith arcane lights that beckon close.And lead to places that I dreadwith eyes wide shut and comotoseTo make me reach for op.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/522720/  Pray for redemption,For your soul is at stake,Beg for attention,No matter how fake,The stone angel wearing a glass smile,Ash destroys you of sins, evil and vile,Can't look right at it,Yet can't look away,Getting out is easy,To stay here, you'll pay,The monsters you hide from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/522037/ Midnight comes with the stars and a chillHoping that someone can make it outside.The darkness is ever so inviting, butThat's not the reason I went outside tonight.I am alone. No one comes to my rescueWhen I'm in trouble...they PRETEND to,But each "attempt" ends only with meFarther down the abyss.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/522032/ Our Indoctrination,Everything decided for us,Beat in time,Stay in line,The heart is a clock,Ticking until the end.Rebel from this practice,Predetermined by "stars",Beat out of time,Stay out of line,The heart is not a drum,It's a chorus.Inspired by lust,For our freedom,Beat with the stick,Stay with t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vinnie95/522017/