http://slow.writerscafe.org/oddlyinsane17 The original writings of author Natasha L. Koeplin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026440 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  They criticize me like that boy who used to live on ourstreet,He made a living off selling weed & smokin sometrees,He had no shoes on his feet and yet still walked thosedirty streets,But he had food to eat and he walked to his own beat, I looked up to tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oddlyinsane17/1427604/ This is my mind,It’s the only thing I can call mine,Where I don’t get criticized,Where there’s no lies, There’s certain doors to keep locked,But that doesn’t stop my enemies from knocking,They won’t ever stop talking,Their word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oddlyinsane17/1427603/ Seven years ago,I wanted to be old,Grew up not doing what I was told,Not having any goals, They told me to be hopeful,So I wouldn't have to be hopeless,They taught me to dream big,So I did,But why do we dream,When we know we will never succeed,For success is for those who earn it,And work hard to ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oddlyinsane17/1350435/ Yellow swing sets and sunny days,Wide smiles no complaints,Put up some fliers for free lemonade,Why did this all have to go away?Walk to the park and climb on monkey bars,Summer nights gazing at the stars,No worries, no fears,No heartbreak, no tears,Long winters and snowy mornings,Without the sun it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oddlyinsane17/1332182/