http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing_bookworm The original writings of author Amanda Worthington en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015436 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'll never know youas much as I want to.I'll see you in classand wish that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1541768/ Maybe I’m not prettyMaybe I’m not tallMaybe I don’t wear make upmini skirts,dresses,or tight shirts.I’m smartand intelligentand pridefuland confident.I am more than you say I am.I am more than my body.I have always been toldhow to look prettyhow to be skinnyhow to dress.Magaz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1516513/ Whydo you let her love you?Don't you knowshe's only playing you?She's got a finger caughtin the collar of someone elseand her lips pressed to yours,and a line of boysjust waiting for her,becauseshe's playing you.I could sayI'm better for you,I can love you more than her.But if you're too blindto see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1486916/ Pleasedon't ever feellike you'realone,like you'reunloved,like you're ignored.I promise you you are loved,you have friendsand people that care.Let me tell youyou are beautifulyou are important.Just promise meyou'll talk to someoneshould you feellike giving up.Let me tell you,you're life is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1470092/ I see a girlwho stands alone,but is not lonely.Her head is high,she smiles and waves;but she is only in my head.I wish I were herbecause if I was,I could walk withconfidence/I could go unafraid,I might even conquer the world.And yet I see,these stone cold statuesthat don't feel,that d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1463659/    We've gone through first words and first steps, tumbles and scrapes, tears and smiles. I remember playing dolls and dress up. Her dark brown hair so different from my white blonde, her brown eyes softer than my piercing blue. I've watched her grow while I stayed the same, wish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1450036/ She waited with her dwindling hope.Long after dinner had come and gone,long after the last customer had left,wondering if she had been too naive to see that her date would never show.The waiter came and went,bringing her dessert,asking if she needed a ride,and finally, kindly, asking her t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1447588/ Whispering in your earof better things to come.Movements gliding, caressing your worries.She blinds your eyesto the things she does.With a beauty, dark and sinful,she lures you in too far.Until you drown,until you give upinto her waiting arms.Your worries fade awayunder her gentle tou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1434306/ Out sideIt bitesIt stingsIt snowsIt rains.The windragesHowling forcompany. The fire in thehearthBurns brightlywarmlyinvitingly.Scaring awaythe coldOf thewinter night.It feels asthoughThe flames,Leaping andstretching,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1415667/ I feel the eyesof those who look to mewith admirationadorationaffectionappreciation.And I am trying.I am fighting.I am winning.but also losing.I try,But I am broken.I am scaredof failing them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1414903/     I pull a book off the shelf of the old book store, glance at the cover, and open to the inside flap. I start reading the first page and someone leans against the bookcase next to me, making it rock slightly. I look up and see a brown haired, brown eyed boy quickly standing straight and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1410431/ Fake smilesfake laughsfake conversationsfake facesfake nicenessfake intelligencefake politeness.Fake.Everywhere in school,it's all fake.I'm fake.Because if Iwere to beme,Iwould be anoutcast.The meI wish to be,can not be seen.I must hideto fit in.I must I resort to being fake.I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1402717/ I lay my headupon your chest.Your warmth,chases the cold.Your heartbeat,beats in time with mine.Your handlaced in my hand.Your breathslow and steady.Your loveso gentle and kind.And for a moment,as we lay,time stopsjust for us.There is no onebut You and I http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1399926/ I lay therein the soft silence.Listening.To the rain,your soft snores,the fire going out,our memories of last night.And I smile.For the love you have given me,I am grateful.For the memoriesyou have shared with meI will cherish.Of the demiseyou saved me fromI can never repay.Of the demonsyou fou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1399568/ Your eyes were like firestaring into my soul.But I smiled right backinto the eyes of death.I knew you'd be my death.because I fell too hardand you never stay too long.But I felt completewith you by my side.NowISitAlone.Because i knew.Yet I ignored.You never stay long.I know that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1386517/ Happiness, Happinesshow fleeting thou are.The breezeon the backof a butterfly's wings.So quick to comeSo quick to go.Stay a while,for you are needed.Don't go! Don't leave!Stay by my side,keep my company,in the loneliest of times.Happiness, Happinesshow fleeting thou are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1384810/     I boarded the bus like the twelve other tourists. We would be touring the island, staying at different hotels. The same people, the same bus, the same bus driver. For two weeks. We would travel around the island, looking at all the attractions. Maybe making friendships or relationships.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1384425/ An FBI agent is tracking down a serial killer that has eluded her for years. She tracks him down to a tour bus. The only problem; she has no idea who the serial killer is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1384399/ Some sayOur course is set.Whether it bethree degrees to the Eastor straight towards the stars.It's set in stone.Can't be changed.That's what some say.But let me tell youa thing I learned.We know as little about the futureas we do the farthest corner of the galaxy.You course is not set. Nothing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1382656/ Chasing every whimthrough clouds of despair.Looking for a rainbowin the fog.Hopes and dreams wilted like a flower.Promises and liesto make us slow to trust.Searching for the pot of goldonly never to find it.We search for the goodamongst all the bad.We retain hopewhen there is no chance.We will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1366833/ I knowI am my own person.I can fly above the clouds,I can walk the entire Earth.I can leap from star to staror just rock to rock.I am my own person.I don't need to lean on someone,But sometimes it makes it easier. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1366830/     A farm boy, working out int the fields, readying the field for the summer crops. A simple wooden fence separated his twenty six acres from the next twenty six acres. A single shade tree stood alone on the other side of the fence.    As his work drew him closer to the fence, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1361100/ A poem I wrote for Mother's Day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1355658/ We all wish for something http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1354266/ I'm pretty sure we all get the feeling of soul crushing loneliness every once in a while http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1354261/ I was presented with the question "If you were recording a scene of violence/meanness, what would you see?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1354259/ i was presented with the question "what one word would you put on your gravestone?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1354248/ I was presented with a question; "When i hear the word 'reality', what is the first thing to come to mind?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1354243/ Just something i really needed and wanted to write about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1353163/ Soon    The assassin grins from the shadows. He watches the cloaked princess walks quickly from shadow to shadow. But she's not as discreet she hopes she is. Quickly he follows behind her into the alley. His foot steps unheard and her footsteps a small pitter patter on the pavement. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1349442/   Tick.   Tock. Tick.  Tock.I watch the seconds flit byon the face of this clock.I am waiting nowfor it to stopbecausethere is nothingI can doto keep it going.The big handmakes it's way to the top.I know my timeis almost up.It can't keep goingand I can't stay.The big hand re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1347713/     I hold the photo in my hand and slowly rock back and forth on the rocking chair, an empty one beside me. Sixty years later, after I got the letter. A mother of three. A widowed mother. It has not been easy to get to where I am now. There were many a night when I could barely get enough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1343512/ My heart is breaking.What do i do?Who do i let see me cry?Maybe no one.I feel so alone,in this ever growing world.Who can fill this feeling?Maybe no one.I am invisible.Never there.Who am I to them?Maybe I'm no one.Maybe no one can mend me.Maybe no one can see me.Maybe i really am no one.Maybe I real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1341934/     She always walked home alone from work. Her neighbors and friends assumed she was kidnapped when she didn't show up one anywhere.     That's what they thought until they found her body, twisted in inhuman ways, collapsed on her door steps. A trail of dried bloo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1341331/     I always knew the recluse down the street was a little insane in the head. so when i returned from my morning run that day, I could see that my unconscious fears had been there for a reason. I turned right back around and started running again, the Crazy Man Up the Street chasing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1338986/ I am me.You are you.Leave me be,and I'll leave you too.But if you say"I hate you"I will say,"I hate you too"It's not that hardto understand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1338436/ There are times I swearthis world is trying to kill me.To test my patience.To test my strength.To test my mind.So go ahead, place a hundred pounds on my shoulders!It's just a hundred pounds more.Sometimes it feels like I'm falling.Like I'm failing.Like I'm giving up.It feels like I'm breaking.So go .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1337487/ They stare.They see.they know.I am not them.They see me.It puts me outof place here.They know.They try to smile,to be polite.But don't pushwhat was never there. They know.I know.Don't remind me.Please.I see.I know.You remind meof why i don't fit it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1334260/     She always walked home and lived alone. She had no family in this small town and nobody really knew her. She was a quiet young women with so much life to go. Beautiful brown hair and bright brown eyes. But nobody really told her that. Nobody really talked to her. They didn't tell her w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1334253/ Does the world deceive me,or do I perceive it right?I get told one thing,that goes against another.Is everything I hear a lie?How much of it is the truth?What makes it so confusingto pick out one form another?why can't we live like we want to live,think like we want to think,Can't you accept us for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1333031/    Unbelievable. Why should the girl in front of my get the pony at the fair instead of me? The worst girl at school to make things worse. The only reason she got it was because her daddy paid for it instead of fairly winning it like the rest of us were trying to. Little six year old me wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1332857/ a simple poem i wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writing_bookworm/1332832/