http://slow.writerscafe.org/rayray97 The original writings of author Rosalyn Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004726 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15           There is a certain time of night after an August storm, when the world outside is dark but the sky still has a brightness to it. It looks as if it is an ember, taking time to slowly burn out and fade to blackness. The silhouettes of trees are st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/784322/ My clock ticks with a steady beat. Thoughts swirl inside my head. The words I know I must write threaten to burst from my firmly shut lips if they can’t escape through my fingers. Heart pounding, I open the blank page. My fingers touch the keys and are pounding the keyboard without hesitation... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/733978/ This poem is about the earthquake/tsunami that has struck Japan. It is in memory of the poeple who have lost their lives, and the living who have lost everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/692005/             “Annabelle, seriously, what the heck is going on?” my father questioned again. Startled by his voice I was shaken out of my trance and I stared at him. My mouth took time to form the words as my brain recovered from my fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/680020/             I walked through the door to the smell of food cooking. My mom was making Shepard’s Pie, which was one of my favorite meals. She told me to take it out of the oven at 5 o’clock, so that it would cool a little bit before w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/649347/ rain can be seen by some people as dreary but can be seen as hope to others... inspired by the pouring rain outside... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/647602/              The next morning I woke up and got ready for school. I had oatmeal for breakfast and some hot coco, just like every other day. By 7:15 I was walking to the bus stop and at 7:20 the bus picked me up. I did the same thing every s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/639523/             My mom called me down for dinner, so I washed my hands and went downstairs. When I came into the dining room my mom was still in the kitchen putting the last touches on our meal. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled neatly into a bun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/634432/ By the time I got home, I had practically forgotten about the whole incident. My mom asked me about school, I told her about it, and I went to start my homework. Trust me, 8th grade provided A LOT of homework. Between art and chorus I had practically no study hall time, so I ended up bringing the ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/633660/           Let me skip the frilly intro here, or the long drawn out explanation of setting and whatnot. My name is Annabelle Leigh Holden, and I’m dead. Now, this may scare you a little bit, but let me tell you how I died. I was murdered. And guess w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/632734/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/632732/ reverse perspective on Poe's poem The Raven. written for english :) my project is this whole elaborate thing but I figured i'd at least post the peom :) I matched the rhyme and everything :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/628671/ just thought of this, so I wrote it all down. pretty self explanitory I guess... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/623299/ I came up with the first few couplets a while ago, & the rest popped into my head at 1030 as I was trying 2 go 2 bed last night, so I got up and typed it :)The last couplet was actually why i wrote it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/621808/ we wrote these for english this week... its all about memories and stuff.. enjoy I guess :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/604479/ I wrote this at like 2 in the morning last night... I had just finished reading a murder mystery type of book so i was sorta scared to sleep... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/588002/ So I love the song Breakeven by The Script, and I thought it would be cool to change the lyrics to the girl's point of view :) These lyrics belong to The Script. this was just for fun :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/583593/ this popped into my head last night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/575741/ we had to write poems about colors we thought reflected our personalities... another thing from english http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/571133/ A poem about steryotypes... we had to write them ffor english.. apparently there's a tryp of poem called a "just beacuse" poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/571131/ I Don’t Understand I don’t understand     Why people leave     Why animals can’t talk     Why some questions don’t have answers But most of all     Why people kill&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/571129/ 3 Haiku about the springtime. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/571128/ A diamente about the sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/571127/ Another poem written for my poetry book... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/571125/ A three word poem written for english class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/571105/ A diamente about the moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/571102/ my thoughts on wars... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/565617/ This literally came to me as I was lying awake in bed one night, at like midnight on a school night none the less. So i wrote it down and revised it i the morning. Now I'm sharing it with you :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/550790/ This popped into my head one day.I think I was sort of inspired by the show Glee, so if you don't watch the show, the guy's wife lied about being pregnant so he wouldn't leave her, but he found out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/550784/ Another assignment from last year. This was when we were learning about rhyming... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/533229/ I wrote this for a poetry and declaration contest last year. It's about the seasons changing and how different they are. I hope you like it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/533227/ Just a poem about the rain in autumn (hence the title). It's another english assignment from last year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/533225/ Another assignment from english last year. We had to pick something we like to do and write from that object's perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/533220/ So this was an assignment for english last year where we had to write about an emotion or weather. I figured people would do nice things like "happiness" so I chose hate to be different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rayray97/533214/