http://slow.writerscafe.org/basementx The original writings of author Renae. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064866 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Later on that night, Adrian came to my door, brownies in hand. "Peace offering," he offered."There's no point for a peace offering if you've done nothing wrong," I said, standing at the doorway with him."I think I have... you've been avoiding us since you had that whole freak attack when I came to g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1522417/ This is just a poem I wrote about a past lover of mine who was the first to really take the sledgehammer to my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1513845/ The next two weeks consisted of hanging out with Diego. Going to art with Diego, group session with Diego, meal times with Diego, adjusting... with Diego. The only things I did without him was sleep, shower, and go to therapy with Doctor Jude. But, one of the perks of hanging out with him was no one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1381110/ I woke up the next day feeling the opposite of well rested. I groaned and checked the digital clock on the floor next to my bed that read 12:30 p.m. I sighed and got up to shower. The bathrooms in the room was big enough for two people, but since I was my own roommate, I enjoyed the luxury of having.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1380545/ "What do you think?"I looked out the window of the car, wondering if I should think anything at all. It was a big estate on the outskirts of town that consisted of dead grass and two big, red brick buildings. A vertical cement slab set front and center between the buildings read 'Mountain Side Cente.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1339498/ 17 year old Lydia is sent to the mental ward after hours that left her mind twisted and her mouth sewn shut about details. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1339489/ Its a chilly Monday morning as I walk to school, I can see my breath in the air in front of me and I dig my hands deeper into the synthetic wool my sweater's lined with. Music blasts in my ears and I hum along to Basement, because that's what I do every morning. I don't think I'm so great at holding.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1324775/ Love stories that occur in my mind when I don't want to think in class. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1313447/ What people say, "I want to be where you are", those people know what they're talking about. I haven't felt this way in such a long time. In a year. I went outside, 53 degrees. I went outside, wearing sweats and my pajama shirt. I stood and looked up at the stars. Its really cold, and even thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1310187/ Personal journal entry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1297068/ Again, an entry from my personal journal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1297066/ I wrote this the morning after a freshman at my school commit suicide from cyber bullying in my persona journal. R.I.P. Viviana Aguirre http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1297062/ I'm not sure if this actually counts as a poem, but its an entry straight from my own personal journal, and it best suites the poem category, in my own opinion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basementx/1296960/