http://slow.writerscafe.org/emvillaaa The original writings of author Pao en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073827 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Not poetry - just letting my thoughts flow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/2020411/ I am not the girl.I am not the girl to make out in the back seat, nor I am the girl to do dirty things in high school bathroom stalls. I am not the girl the girl to get go out on late night adventures, nor am I the girl to get waste at a party.I am not the girl who is willing to do wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1908149/ To the one that's slowly loosing me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1883266/ Make sure to love with all you got too. 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Now, because of you, I walk on the right. There are flowers here on this side, and they are just as beautiful as you made me feel. Before you, I never looked for dandelions. Now, because of you, my only eyes are for dandelions.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1728269/ I went to a concert yesterday. I suppose that you can call it something among the lines of serendipity.So, I arrive at this concert feeling like a white flower among thousands of purple ones. And like an hour into this concert, I notice a girl. A girl with hair the color of rays .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1601879/ A friend of mine just told me that I won't feel in pain in a couple of years, that in a couple of days, or months, or years, I won't feel my hands shake, or my body go numb,or my eyes tear up because of loosing him.But what if I do?What if I still do feel it months from now? And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1598843/ I am someone that I don't want to be. I am trapped inside someone that I don't want to be. Like an enclosed animal in a cage. I can see everyone on the outside, everything I want to do, everything I want to be. I just don't know how to break the cage. I don't know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1598791/ I know the storm will pass. I know that the nice fluffy white clouds will come out, and the sun will come out from it's hiding. But knowing that the sun is going to come out doesn't help me. It doesn't help me one bit. Because while it's raining, it is dark.It is dark, and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1597111/ And trust me, I could write a book about the boy with the neon yellow backpack, it would just hurt too much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1595296/ God it hurts so much. It feels like my whole world has come crashing. My stomach is flipped inside out. And my body won't stop trembling. I am full of hurt. And I can't even find the words to start to describe it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1594977/ Tryping with no direction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1594964/ I feel like something has vanished. My chest is so hollow that it has become the home, a home for all of the lost causes, misplaced love, and damaged goods. I walk around with that feeling when you're going on vacation,and you feel like you're missing something even though verified th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1589103/ not in the best state of mind, so this isn't the best work http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1584345/ I miss you. The world won't let me get up.I walk through the town smiling, but inside, I'm crying. Seeing the comments, and the status as if they were made just for me to see. And it hurts. It hurts so much more than anyone can imagine. And I miss you. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1584328/ And that was exactly the worst part. I finally decided on what path to finally take,but I'm starting to miss the other one. I've never been one to merge because I don't know how. And even if I could, I don't know how it would all stick together. I'm starting to miss the dandelion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1579107/ This applies to many things in my life right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1572970/ I am that girl. I am the girl that can sit outside in the midnight blue, and not get sick of adding up the stars. I am the girl who prefers to watch movies made for children, and enjoys them like a child would. I am the girl who would much rather have a big purple bowl of chips than a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1562973/ One of the most honest pieces I might ever write.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1555575/ Letting my thoughts go before they consumed me even more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1526227/ You can't catch any waves swimming out in the water. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1520939/ I am trapped. I am trapped between the walls,the walls of my mind. I am trapped. I am trapped between the love, the love from the world. I am trapped.I am trapped between the good, the good, and the bad. I am trapped. I am trapped between the stillness of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1520689/ My pain wrapped within words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1512109/ And that's what hurt the most, not loving you as much, not fulfilling the voids, not being enough, not giving enough.The boy in the neon yellow backpack has now been let down once again. I'm sorry.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1502016/ I have a void that cannot be filled,a gray cloud hovering over me. I have a heavy heart, and a big smile that shows every bit of heartache.But I find comfort in knowing that somewhere, someone, maybe feels the way I do. My happiness comes like tides in the ocean. And I simpl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1500208/ I knew that when we finished things, something I knew that was coming, that I would miss you. But I don't just miss you. I am not just sad.The place where you use to be feels so empty.I had told you that time runs out, and I guess our time has now run out. But I promise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1490937/ “Your writing is whatever you want it to be, no titles.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1489262/ I looked into those deep green eyes, and I just knew you'd love me. The love that ruins your life. The kind of love that keeps you awake at night. The love that you'd never forget. The love that makes you question what you're getting into.The kind of love that makes you run .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1486994/ And it was at that very second, when I was singing my heart out and dancing all alone, that I realized what was happiness was. It's that warm feeling you get, deep in your heart that you just know is something extraordinary. It's the moment when you feel just like a kid, and no matter how old you ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1469189/ I have met a boy who's eyes cannot even compete with the beauty of the ocean. A boy who's soul makes the world stop and search for the brightness. There is a boy that I met who is stealing my heart with his heart of gold. There is a boy in who I see a future brighter than the sun. A young man who is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1460059/ Raw words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1386801/ i know my writing sucks a*s, just need to let my thoughts free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1375621/ The art of a broken soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1374830/ This is more of a free write. I can't sleep and this is what I came up with I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1373883/ And right then, I realized what love was. Clutching the blanket. Sobbing until you could sob no more. Laying in bed, staring at the wall.Wondering how all the good times just vanished. Love was turning to the wall and feeling empty. It was wanting to talk to the person who b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1373236/ My heart is as torn as a small town after a storm. A tsunami is how my mind feels like. One thing after the other. I feel like becoming part of the earth.Like shrinking so small that I will be no longer existent. Spitting our poisonous words towards each other. Wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1351510/ I wonder if people understand how much words impact someone. I use the phrase words don't mean anything anymore..But I don't know how much I believe that myself. I just have so much anger inside me. And it's all because of you. You built up my walls, only to break them down .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1350418/ I hate that I still love you. I hate that you left me,for someone else. The worst part is, that you could call me, at 3am 5 years from now, and I'd thank the heavens. Because when I fell for you, I didn't just fall.When I fell for you, I didn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1346776/ And one day,I'll look over to you sitting across the table from me,and I'll find you looking at me too.I will remember all the memories that we made,all the memories that we have stored deep inside our souls.I will look at you, like you looked at me that day, when you twirled me around at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1345963/ I am in a city far from home. I look at all the lights and know that this isn't where I belong. I know that this isn't where I belong. I am longing for somewhere that is no longer home. I am longing for humans that no longer even consider the thought of me.. But home, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1344654/ Today I realized that everything will be all right. That rough days will come and go, just as good days will. I realized that by giving up, you're not wining anything, just loosing everything. The best part of learning something new is being able to laugh at your mistakes, and being happy with your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1338076/ And each time I walk into my room, my eyes manage to sneak to the picture of us,laying on my wooden nightstand.The picture that I can look at every single day, and still feel what I felt that night when I was with you. My crazy curls all over the place. The crisp air with ac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1337531/ She was the girl that would always help anyone with the need.She was the girl that was always smiling.She was the girl that you could call at 3am when you just needed someone comfort you. She was the girl that seemed so happy. She was the girl with the perfect life.But smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1337065/ You bring tears to my eyes.. Not only because every once and a while,you make me sad.But because just as frequently,we have conversions like the one we had tonight. Nights full of laughter, smiles and promises of someday. Where I just can't seem to get that huge smile off my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emvillaaa/1336543/