http://slow.writerscafe.org/radiogaga1997 The original writings of author Julie Spade en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048479 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Give this last word to the great Greek god who opened my eyes widerMy work my pride my glory my legacyI will not be here longI feel my time is shortI am not suicidal or scaredI just want my words to be knownA voice to reach out to kiss your lips and foreheadI am gentle and kindMother.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1511764/ The Grand Tower strikes my numbers, And my most lonesomememories, and the glory I have ultimatelystrived for. The beauty it beholds within its volts and screws. My past begins to fadeLike an abstracted haze Loyalty and pride filled my senses as i stared upon the Great, Big City. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1502533/ These feelings I have within myself is not as foreign as my heritage or language; it is as recognizable as a pinch of blood touching your skin. Determining how society will you treat from that moment on, your atoms and molecules filling up your skin pores will maintain its control over you.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1491334/              When it is timeto go, I’ll go                        When it is timeto grow, I’ll grow. When.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1470933/ Death was around 2014to the deaths of inspirational stars to the  idealistic thoughts of aproper economical system. A flower curlsA bee stingsA child is rapedA man says he's gay  The moment a silver ballfalls..a baby is born and a sin is causedWe are excited for a new yeara .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1464047/ it's about losing value to something essential such as a Nirvana BLEACH album or to anoverworked shirt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1449870/ I had a very strong connection with my science teacher in Room 327. His anger, his advice, and his horrible jokes made me feel like I was seeing my future self. 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The two boys do fall in love however his state of mind got the http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1346979/ I was in U.S. History Class and out of nowhere my brain tells me to write about My A.D.H.D. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1341525/ A young girl, watches Hester Prynne being slandered by the crowd, even her own mother screams "husky"! The young child forgives Hester and believes it is wrong and calls her a brave soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1341520/ Infectious leech , lurching and oddly wobbling its' way through the poisoned veinTaste the immense prey with teeth and strength bent back at an angle, the metallic material Strike hard, underneath the eye lid. Pain and agony Juice splatter!-A bizarre view, indeed!New paint breed Voices ticking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1332151/ I have barely survived nine months withoutcutting my extremely long, light brown colored hair. It’s been driving ME nuts,I try to flip it to the side but then it somehow comes right back, slapping mein the face. It is so long that my hair passes my nose, almost an inch from mymouth! I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1331506/ Adam Carter is a normal 18 year old kid (currently in college) who goes to a strange , gay hair salo coming face to face to the Greek God, Craig Florence, who feels he can never be loved Inside + Out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1331497/ Clenching my mouth as you speak Happiness and glee, rush in-between the damned pores Ridiculous messages swirling ,  remotely hurling                        around within a paced second    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1330757/ Beating the drum, intensely, within a hundred strokes My chest inhales anxiety, exhaling stress and tensionClimaxing to a threatening burst of sin and explanation Rampage and Revenge , above all things, none are true Not an angel not a saint Such claims aren't supported.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1330144/ Admiring your eccentricity and further intellectual featuresfrom afarReflecting my dreams, bright like a star Shinning in the lightest of volts, illuminating across themoonlight viewReincarnation is me; into something new  I taste thewords of sympathy and careReading .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1324513/ Cleanse my sins in the company of a hymnescorted by eccentric tunes of the violinstroking its' strings , pulled (gently) by its' bowCherry Blossoms falling from its' bough Cryptic Man Wash my heart with the purest of WaterExplore my heart Fact! Tragically fallen apartKiss my lips, and take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1316729/ Head-banging til I lose my blood within my head Refusing the thought of having my own babe fed guitar strings shriek and yell , under the battered shed Splattered in the such abundant acne , the shade of red, I can NOT believe that m**********r is dead! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1306927/ The overwhelming Scent of red http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1306923/         Your cherry coloured lips upon mine       My one and only darling valentine Embracing , skilled and fair body of the goddess divine Pouring within the glass , purified wine Pleasure and tears as we i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1306453/ The sunlight beams violently into my eyesLeaving me in an acute despise Watching the peagon as it flys Colliding into the sunrise too exhausted for lifePraying for no disturbance by the house wife I grab the angel colored sheets over my head Praising the softness of my twin sized bed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1306279/ Satin, golden robes depositing himself on his ever-glowing throne  country-dwellers praise his good looks and figurepresented in the highest fashionIll and wearywishing for rest placing his head on the marble arm "Awake, Arise, my Lord," the butler alleged The Butler in black influencing the bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1303237/ Juice of the rich Swirling and gushing within my tsstebuds Tickling my insidesI laugh and smile Moving my hips! Humming the soft and kind words , (Snow Whites Birds.)Fruit of God I hold you to my chest like an innocent babe! Mouthwatering and deliciousThe berry dancing to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1297533/ Calling the felines name In abundant shape or formThe kitten jumps on its toes in gleeFluffy and small Forcing the maiden to hold the fluff ball with love and carePlaying around with its sensitive hair Meowing, persistently around the child's leg purring She plays games with the well g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1297005/ Mouthwatering crisp Thus creating hunger within the angelic child Dreaming of luminscent horses Gliding away from the cemented ground Gawking at the amount of different colored roses Pressing them upon her nose ! Glancing along the kiwi-flavored grass, she scrurries to the river, swayin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1296995/ We as people judge our brothers and sisters in the Biblical sense! 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You eyes widen as you view my piecesFor the memories within you releases Letting a sigh whistle through your taunted tooth gap Wrap you in soft and smooth silk Feeding you with my breast milkGiving you the world.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1295328/ Name from birth tosses to sinful tongues keeping my heart sinless and youngI pray the olden bell has rung taunt me for my looksas I misinterpret books I cannot read without shaking feel as though the ground is quaking Self assured childrenencaged with shadows of gray enraged at the fact you are gay .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1295093/ My father and yours. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1294805/ experiencing unwanted reality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radiogaga1997/1294723/ Being Crowned Queen. 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