http://slow.writerscafe.org/AngelaD20 The original writings of author Girl With A Pen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973237 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   And so. . . I hope the next time someone tells you she is tired or sick, I hope you don't believe her.  I hope you see through to her sadness and I hope that you whisper these four words in comfort, "I know you're not"   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1922766/  I'm leaning on you...      To make me laugh when I want to cry         To make me feel at home when I'm lonelyI'm leaning on you...      To strengthen me physically, mentally, and through Christ         &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1910309/ She always knew she was being usedShe knew a conversation would never become a friendshipShe knew people whispered about herShe knew she was unwanted by those who claim to be HolyThere is a lot she knewBut she was used to the falsity in her lifeIt became her comfort zone to know she i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1895150/ My pages have been white for quite some timeMy pen has been dry And my words have been silenced Just like any writer I have felt the loss of wordsThe loss of the desire to writeThe ability to put words into a worthy readThis alone became impossible http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1877125/ What is the greatest insult you've ever called someone?Human.Why is it not okay, to just be okay?Why do we have to find some reason behind existence? Why is living just not enough? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1848729/ They say to weather the stormBrings out a stronger personBut in truth, it only numbs the characterNo one is stronger for working though the hurtNo one is more confident after the feeling of painA person is simply numbAnd the feeling of dread is no longer feltA simple "I no longer care"Is the re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1827154/ I've been called the wrong name most of my life...I've been confused with other people I've been asked who I am more times than I can countNone of this started to affect me until nowIt's shown me that I am none existentI am thought of as someone elseI got so comfortable when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1788581/ Fade in:Young Williams-DayNoon, Young Williams just opened and people come in in boats of different numbers wanting nothing but dogs, cats, and rabbits.                                          &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1786578/ She is a wonder and a daydream. He is a danger and an illusion. What she can accomplish, he cannot imagine. What he can ruin, only she can find understanding. A complete embodiment of opposite people. Without thought and with perspective both stand at their own point of purpose and y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1783464/ She ran very far, they say. Far enough where water would never stray. It's dry and cold, it's said she was tired of being controlled. Far, far, away they say. I heard the journey took longer than a day. She ran and she ran from all she thought was what she dreamed. She .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1705317/ America is comfortHeroes dressed in red, white, and blueAmerica is homeland to those in needA better life, better education, better job opportunities                ....A land of freedomBut what is America now?Turn away those who are not born Wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1671434/ I doubt you can remember me, now that you've stopped breathing. Memories can fade when your life drained away. Although my memories of you will forever be with me. Like a permanent stain that can never be washed and never fades from the fabric. You may not remember this, but I was bullied a lot. Ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1660773/ You can only try hard when the rain is goneYou look in the mirror and know what your doing is wrongBut it could still be alright...Could I be alright?So please don't say. . .GoodnightI listen to the rain Hit the glass on the window painAnd then I realize how much I've changedCan no longer be th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1660750/ The strongest word will keep your feet on the floorThe right...even the wrong word will make you cry.....Anymore    .....Anymore           .....AnymoreStronger than the Raven's call "Nevermore"Words even Poe feared.....Anymore     .....Anym.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1641667/ Times have changedChildren growThe sun no longer shinesDecember brings snowHigh school students Graduate College students drop outLife is a lot harderThen what you're told aboutHolding down a jobBills pilling upIt's like rubbing salt in the wound Leaving behind infected cutsLife .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1636722/ I've been confused for a while nowLife is hard and I am spiraling downI've tried so hard to balance outBut there's too much empty spaceAnd I keep falling downWhat can I do with an empty page?I can write it all down or I can throw it awayIt's just the timing and my balance is goneWhat can you do when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1631980/ Goodnight cryWon't sleep againToss 'N turn where I lieWriting seemed easier back thenGoodnight sleepGoodbye restWhat was once counting sheepBrings pain inside my chestGoodnight desktop screenUnlike you I cannot shut down tonightMy writing has no meansSleep maybe unwelcome, but I will be alrightGoodn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1614795/ A late night textIt's really been a while Are we even considered friends?They say time can healAlthough time can wither awayGood memories As well I look at the textBut I don't reply backToo much has happenedMy story has began a new chapterSo how can I tell you nowCan you start a story.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1608574/ It's happening again..,those sleepless, hopeless, fearful nights. When you see the world crashing around you with no way out. When you don't know what you want in life because you don't know who you are....All I do know is....I AM LOST. I have no direction. I have no destination. So many things I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1602065/ They say you have to know what you want in life. From a french singer Christophe, he said once said I will know what I want to be when I grow up. When do we really grow up? What if you go through life never understanding what you should do. I have this dream of traveling on a train and stopping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1600392/ Racist BloodDrunken Tongue A Mixture of Revenge And a Sip of RegretIngredients for the Perfect Grudge . . . Although Hate is not AddedBlood Still Boils in Every VainEvery Pitch of Anger Creates an Insipid Dish  Uneatable to Those with Forgiveness as a Mai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1595347/ A late night callThe same voice that never fadesOld promisesBlurred visionsAnd slurred wordsNever to be forgotten Admitting the truthI'd never thought I'd hearIt felt like nothing when I heard itThe truth was never what I wanted http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1587544/ Do you see these marks?I see your bruiseI see the pain They inflect on youAnd what you do to me Emotionally. . .I can see through youAnd your bruiseThe black and the blueThe fights you would loseYou look at meAnd begin the damageEmotionally. . .I am tooEmotionally .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1580414/ My name is Carson. Carson Jay. Or Carson Jay Lou if you want to know the full truth. My dad says telling the truth is what good people do. My dad tells the truth and so I will too. So if you must address me, then call me Carson Jay Lou. I am only eight and my best friend's name is Nate. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1566099/ I remember. . .     When I was young. . .I had a father. . .and he had a son        I remember. . .A separated family. . .      But I remember. . .Being very happyA new brother. . .   A father's new bride. . .My excitement fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1559614/ Hello I'd say it's nice to meet youbut. . .Honestly I don't even know you.All I know is that I am toldThat you are perfect for me.I've never meet you.I can't even put an image to you face.Yet I am told about your great looks And how wonderful you would be to me.I don't know youI don't know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1544676/ I'm starting to  hate this gameA game I never intended to playWe smile at one anotherWe do great things for each otherBut when my back is turnedYour words create stab wounds in my bodyLike a knife...You would write hateful things about me with my blood as inkIf you  were sure you'd never b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1499254/ Am I crazy for not wanting love?I've seen it in movies and read about it in booksBut when it tries to come into my lifeI shut downAm I crazy for only enjoying loveBy seeing it through characters in a bookOr watching in awe as it is acted on screenWhy do I find love so beautiful for others But I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1493123/ This is my first poem I have written in a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1492938/ Is there something about meThat comforts those in needIs there something about meThat I am unable to see?When your heart is brokenWhen you need someone thereYou see something in meAnd rely on me to show you that I careThis is all I will ever be able to giveI cannot be physical So emotional supp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1467351/ A song...hopefully for my play http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1445735/ Characters:Anne: A women in her early thirties, short, pixie cut, brown hair, short and lanky. Anne is a wife and mother of two, she has always tolerated her father Billy. Since she was a girl he would only be involved in her life when he thought she had something to give. Money, a place to stay, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1445731/ I let go of all the times you liedThe times you've left mePowerless insideI let it goI let it go when you forgot my birthdayYou promised to make up for it somedayI let it goI let it go when you ignore my callSome friend you areYou're no friend at allAnd so I let it go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1441435/ If she ran, would you follow?If she fell. would you lift her up?If she asked you to lie to her, would you?She doesn't want you to follow her. She needs you to stop her from running.She doesn't want you to catch her when she falls. She needs you to fall with her, so you both can share each others mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1438877/ Will you miss meWhen I leaveAs I walk throughThe winter's breeze When the last is packedAnd time is goneNot wanting to goYet staying seems wrong20 years have passed us byThere's nothing left for me to trySo I decide to leave homeWith a sad goodbyeYou don't have to worryWhen I'm gone and on my o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1438876/ Waking up early each morningThe silence throughout the emptiness is exploring Through each quite roomI hate the sound of my own sighingMy whole life seems to be bad timing But I promise I'll be fineEven the silence in the room can hear me lying And then I ask Is it all even worth tryi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1427526/ With a smile she fakesWith tissues she dries her eyesShe laughs like nothing is wrongBut she is really lost insideShe's lost a lot of weightNo one seems to careShe's lost in a world of hateShe's really starting to thinkDoes anyone really know she's there?Feeling used and dislikedShe's lost the path .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1424745/ She's not good at anything. She can't sing or play an instrument. She gets frustrated easily when things aren't how they should be. She has stage fright, and eye contact is her downfall. She's never done well with photography, she can hardly work a computer. She has no idea how to cut and fix hair. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1397351/ If I wrote you a letterWould you read it?Or would you rip itInto a million piecesIt's been a while since our last conversationI bet you don't even care In your life of deprivationWith our connection lostI start to call you by your first nameYour never around to hear me And so I figure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1393391/ In the leafs of the fallThrough the snow in the coldThe weather seasons changeThough I grow oldWisdom is something you grow intoIt's about learning and going through things You may not want toThe weather may changeThrough snow or the rainThe wrinkles on my faceWont remain the sameThough my hair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1393376/ In the night I cryThough I look alrightI feel like part of me has diedThe falseness of friendsThe hurt of my heartThe Pain doesn't endMy world's been torn apart'Never by my sideEven my shadow leavesWhat the darkness abidesWhat the light never receives http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1389663/ I apologize for the language :/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1389047/ As writers We are not afraid to reach toward the monstersThat are engulfed inside usWe make friendsWe make peaceWith the beasts insideWe have no fear of what our pens can doWe write the truthThe truth most of the unobservant fearWriters  only fear What they cannot writeWith something .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1389028/ I had a thought TodayTo get up and leaveBut keeping my bags emptyAnd go as far as I could seeI had a thought TodayWhat if I disappeared?So I turned off my phoneAnd ignored the worldJust to see who would careI had a thought TodayA sad thought about heartbreaksCan your heart be brokenWhen you are sing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1387910/ She no longer believes in loveWith all the lies she has heardWith all the advice she givesNo one cares for love's true image anymoreLove has become a wordNot a feelingA word that people use to get what they wantShe no longer believes in loveAn empty word people abuseThe concept has been destroyedFor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1386520/ Please don't touch meDon't hold my handIf we are together Then act like a manPlease don't cling to meI don't like to kissI don't want your textsTelling me how much I'm missedKeep your distanceDon't try to morph into my lifePlease don't talk about the futureI wouldn't make a good wifeGo have fun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1385067/ I am the one to lean onI am the rock at nightLean on me and tell meEverything that isn't rightI am your friendListen to what I sayLet's just pretendEverything is okayI can hear you cry from miles awayLean on meI can make the grey sky go awayI am your rockI bare your strugglesI'll help you throughAll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1382800/ I find life amazing         Sometimes....When I check in with old friendsTheir life has changed drastically from mine  Some are marriedSome have childrenOthers are on their way to fame and glory on the stage...Then there is me    I haven't changedI can still f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1382407/ I always hurt guys I like because I can't handle a relationship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1381950/ Once there was a womenLaying in the snowShe cried and cried and criedAs her body began to grow coldTeardrops froze on her faceShe was forever lostIn this snow covered placeWaiting and hopingFor warmth to arriveBut what she got insteadWas finding the strength insidePicking herself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelaD20/1381605/