http://slow.writerscafe.org/maymay13 The original writings of author Macie Bradley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029490 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rest in Peace Joshua Ray Vinson my pen pal my friend my brother my hommie. March 27th, 2013 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/2149941/ Rest in peace big brother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/2149936/   They always said "don't drop out of school, finish school. Go to college, find a man, don't get pregnant at a young age or before your done with school.I always said I'm not going to dropout of school, I'm going to go to college, I'm not worried about finding a man, I don't need a man to do e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1895162/ I love to inhale the scent of her perfume.I like the way I grind her so fine, and roll her tight.I always keep her on my side, I mean hell she's my main ride or die.I know I can light her up, and she ain't never going to leave.She has made my blood flow into smoke, but hell what can I say ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1894239/ There once was a time we're you would call me your's. We planned out life like the big bang. Even caught myself calling you my main. Best friends till the end right? Hahaha laugh it all up Because it was all just a f*****g joke. I help you till I can't do anything anymore get you your f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1780251/ Motivation with reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1764388/ I just wanna forget.I'm tired of seeing I'm tired of remembering.I just want it all to go away because it stays with me too much way too damn much it makes my mind an the sky turn gray I'm tired of it all its like my dreams an painted scenes keep getting thrown away or someone comes to wash it all d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1763158/ Well I was to late, and I hope he lives in shame because he's the only one to blame. He tour me apart and nearly ripped out my f*****g heart. Burn in Hell heart slayer because all you ever will be is a dumb a*s player. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1763143/ This time I can barely smile, and now it's because he's feeling like another Kyle. He is always missing, sometimes I wonder if it was the kissing.  Now he's feeling like a bad a*s mother f*****g heart slayer and damn I'm praying that he not a real dumb a*s player. That's what everyone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1763138/ B***h a*s niggaz got me aggravated this s**t so f****n dumb it's irritating,omfg, yo f****n played with me, I tried but you keep f****n slayin me, so I'm not gonna look behind cuz I got what's mine ,cuz even yo dumb a*s knows Yaya's worth my time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1763134/ What are you saying now that I'm amazing?  Your calling me your baby, saying that you love me. Now your seeing me, embracing me into your arms. Smiling at me so you have a chance to say hey to me because we haven't spoken in awhile. Oh dear please tell me what where you thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1763132/ Your so lame that your losing your game. Your girl is always acting crazy, Your asking why though? It's because she ain't know you was a hoe? Where did you learn to feed off me like that? Is it because your never free? I'm trying to shine but your saying you ain't got time, const.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1763113/ Truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1661175/ You will never find another person like me.Because I am the volcano explosion! And you are the little one running away because your so scared to feel the burn from my strength I'm a mix of 45,000 generations.  I come every 384,000 million years .I am rare. I am one of a kind, you'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1661018/ The rain feels like needles on my skin. Stabbing through my eyes its peaceful,yet so painful sending chills through my veins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1661014/ As I tryI close my eye's and try to run away,to a place they call paradise when really I'm looking for an exit out of the dark.I hate what I have become I try to stop and make it all just go away and then it rises up higher making me drown in the darkness. As I went to bust my knuckles on the conc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1655037/ Black butterflies. Released by the Grim Reaper.So cold and dark.Collecting the remains of my soul.Stabbing needles in my non-beating heart.Flying after the storm has drowned my energy, and risen my pain.Black butterflies, arrive as burning tears stream out my eyes and down my face.Black .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1541701/ Let's play hide and seek. I'll go run and hide, to a place where I can do suicide. Who ever finds me first and cries out I found her!  With tears streaming down their face,.... Gets to be the first one to say I win . While you was counting I wrote the last sentence of my sui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1529903/ A heart can be broken, but also fixed. Takes two hands to put the broken pieces back together. And just because of the broken heart and missing pieces, it won't be the same. But there shall be ways to bring light to your life no matter how much it breaks, just remember the other .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1513884/ Take a bullet to my head, to shatter my brains. Take a knife and stab it through my stomach. Take a stake and stab it in my heart, to release the demon. Burn me with fire and gasoline. Let me scream in pain, while I burn alive. Just let me die. Give me a blade so I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1505013/ She's not waking up today. She wont be seen at school or on the bus. She's had enough bad days in her life. She was so hurt inside.She criedd herself to sleep almost every night. She busted her mirror last night, to hide her reflection. She looked at the broken glass seen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1496682/ If you like to see the stars just look into his eyes. If you want to feel him hold his hand. If you want to smell him breath in when he's around. If you want to taste him kiss his lips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1376075/ Death is calling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1362738/ You never really know the truth until it's too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maymay13/1362224/