http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shadow_OfDeath The original writings of author Shadow of Death en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078084 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 His eyes are a perfect shade of green.Warm and sweet.I'm absolutely in love.Head over heels.I know I'm smallBut I won't let anyone make me feel that wayExcept for himBecause I feel safeBecause he's protectiveBut he's been distant.Never seems to want to talk anymore.My anxiety went berserkSo I called.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1839030/ A follow up on "When?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1702220/ Not one month has passed.I am more upset than I waswith him after eight.One knows me so muchBetter than the otherHe makes me happier.Separation from one was blissBeing apart from the other,I feel hopeless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1700512/ My Starshine, how I long to see him...How I long to look into those emerald eyes,To feel his arms around me,Just to hear his voice.How I long to see him, it's been over a year.Every moment apart from him is an eternity.How I wish to feel his heartbeat,To hear him call me by my nickname,Rather than j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1506783/ He tries so hard,But one day,He'll give up and let me be.I dread the day,But I'm prepared for it...More than I should be.We argue.When I start the fight,I think it's because I wantTo know if he'll snapAnd tell me "Go away"Like many others before have done.He tells me the day will never comeWhen he d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1504953/ Why?Why does he make such an effort?I'm useless.Why does he talk to me so much?Everyone else is terrified of me.Why does he want to know what's on my mind?No one else does.Why does he try so hard to be a good friend?My only friend in this God damned place.I'm not that interesting,Am I?No.Of course n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1482875/ I never wanted this.Never wanted him to understandMy philosophy.My philosophy whereI don't need others.I've been hurt too much.He is broken.I never wanted this.He is hurt.I never wanted him to understand.And soon, he'll be used to itJust like I am.I don't want that.That never needs to happen.Never. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1471594/ I have found the definition of HappinessAnd that of Perfection.They are one.They can be foundIn a hickory tree,Over looking the creek,In the warm summer's evening air.This is my definition.Mine only.Go find yours.Be happy, see perfection.Observe them for yourself,But, I promise, you will findTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1457055/ I will remember him always.He will forever remain in my heartAnd on my mind.I wish he didn't have to go,But since he has, A flash of silver, Beads of rubies,A promise broken.I'm sorry, so, so sorry.I thought I could make itWithout him here,But I can't do it on my own.I'm not alone.Never al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1340699/ A feather?No. A wing.A bird has been brutally murdered,You said.And I told you about a Cardinal's head.Surely you rememberThat August day?A little girl called you the boogie man.Your little sister, her blue eyes shining,If memory serves correct.That's the dayI fell in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1316109/ Who can tell you who you are?Who are you?Who am I?Who knows the answer?No one knows.No one can tell you.Figure it out for yourself.Get over yourself.Find yourself.Who am I?I'm the b***h that nobody likes.I'm the freak everyone avoids.I'm the unsocial one nobody notices.That's who I am.Now, who are y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1305040/ I'm not alright.I'm not fine.I'm not.I'm just not.I'm not doing well.I'm better than I could be,But not as good as I was.I'm not right in my head,Yet not completely insane.I'm scared of everything,But not afraid of anything.I feel stupid.I know I'm not.I care too much.I don't care.I want him.No I do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1301166/ When he lays down to sleepDoes he toss and turnAnd dream of me?Does he know?Does he even careHow at nightI toss and turnAnd I dream of him?Everything that made me happyNow upsets me.And I wonderHow I can live the lifeI once lived.Does he know?Or even care?Life lost all it's meaningWhen he said "&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shadow_OfDeath/1299510/