http://slow.writerscafe.org/crazychick1218 The original writings of author kdbryant en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779016094 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A different point of view. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218855/ There's something about the soundOf that 6-stringThat takes me backTo a backseatRain running down the windowsStreetlights streaming across my handsAs I drummed them to the beatOf that old country songWhispering the wrong lyricsMy 6 year old selfBelievingThat if I could stay in that momentForeverEver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218847/ I am trying to holdThe blood inside of my body,But I am seeping from my poresBecause i can feel you,Your heart beating where no one canHearAnd you tell me that you're not human.I never understood why you kept a padlockAt your door, but now I see an identical one Melded to the from of your heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218845/ I crave youIn the mostInnocent formFor I crave to sayGoodnightAnd give youForehead kissesAnd to say That I adore youWhen you feelAt your worst.I crave you In waysWhere I just Want to beNext to you And nothingMore or less. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218842/ I long for the quiet hours;Two in the morning and your breath upon my skin,All softness in sleepWhere our jagged edges meld intoBlurred lines.Insomnia;Because I am glued to youAnd i don't know if I'll everLook away long enoughTo sleep.Her is where we fitPuzzle piecesInto the gaps betweenOur fingers,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218840/ Allow me inside the stronghold that is your mind.Free your thoughts, let them become mine.Tell me your secrets; the deepest of the dark.Let me cradle your heavy heart.Unleash the hurt that you hold inside.Let me fix your broken soul.Put your hand in my hand and we will face the demonsTogether. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218838/ Find me.Find my hairSewn into the throw blanketSewn into the stitches Of your pocket.Find meIn your coffee,The oily, translucent swirlOn the surface.Find me.Find meIn every lineOf every bookYou want to read but won't.Look for mebetween the seconds,That exact moment when You're unaware.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218837/ There is lonely in youThere is this sadnessSinking like an abandoned shipThat people will call beautifulA few years down the line. There is a ghost townOf wiped away smiles,So many fingerprintsCollecting dust on your skin,So many voices echoingBetween your ribs.There is silence in you.There is this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218829/ You will run away from home. On a Wednesday night when the rain is falling like it's at war with the earth, at 1:07 a.m., you'll burst through your front door and onto the road in search of some oxygen. Wind whipping skin, skin drenched in cold, tears hiding between the rain, you will keep running .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218822/ We have been speaking in silenceIn thoughts that never make itPast our voice boxes,In glances that aren't naked enoughTo show what we really meanWhat I really mean isI miss you.I miss everything about youAnd everything about me when you are here..I know that you're still hereI just want a little mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218713/ Sometimes I speak a whole sentenceAnd every word sounds like your nameYou planted splinters in my tongueAnd they grew into trees just trying to bloomAnd be as beautiful as youAre with that sixth sense smile of yoursThat portrait pile of thoughtsThat stacks up inside your headThat sits beside your ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1218701/ it’s 2:56 am and i hear her smilethrough her voice as it stutters across the phone line. it’s a thursday morning and she’s yawning for coffee while all i need is the sight of herto wake up to a dream. autumn, and leaves scatter the groundand it feels so good to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1217885/ We are survivors carving our way to a redemptive sunnaked and renewed so fluidly we move exposing ourselves�" completelyin shadows stirring a midsummer’s risethe prelude silhouetting our resilient lives http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1217879/ I feel estranged from my dreams tonight, with thoughts tangling my mind as anxiously as cocaine seeping through my veins. My heart murmurs - awake, and I can hear even my bones rattle in my hyper-conscious-state. I search for a source of peace within my periphery, and I look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1217878/ She was as fearless as a lioness prowling in a sub-Saharan savanna; it was the last time I saw her whole. Like a dream, the world I knew evaporated into tiny particles of dust, making it impossible to hold on - to the past.* We were young and the seeds of cynicis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crazychick1218/1217877/