http://slow.writerscafe.org/kayler The original writings of author mikayla baldwin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078221 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the beginning of the end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/2937374/ horny and hectic the only way i workthe only way i know temptation and expectations draw me from sleeprestless nights either f*****g way extra and eclectic i’ve learned to accept it just put her at ease put her to sleep you love to tease i live to please do you know w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/2937369/ i don’t remember your birthday but i remember your favorite colorwhat shade of brown your eyes are with the sun in themgod why didn’t u come back for mewhy did it have to be me i couldn’t even hold out had a weak moment but. i couldn’t be happier i wish i could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/2937341/ i’ll never stop looking for you i’m cursed by the hope i have that maybe one day you’ll be back i let myself love others yet i just want you i thought we had to split to come back together but maybe that’s what i told myself to let you go easier i’l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/2937340/ tw http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/2937339/ i’ve never loved a person like you before i’ve never been loved by someone like you there’s times when i think you’re lying because the love i was given before wasn’t as pure or honest or true i’m sorry that i worry and get anxious i wish you could&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/2529631/ i don’t really know what to say about this one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/2042713/ waiting for that day i find http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1597169/ life is a rollercoaster http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1549295/ A flowersways as she sprouts with the way of the wind waiting for the rain to reach her roots again A beelands on her lavender petalsas quick as he came, he take what he needs he wants to see other flowersas beautiful as sheAnother  follows her sweet scentby the warm su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1549291/ drugs and love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1549290/ dear dad, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1520634/ i was never scared of the darkjust scared what was in iti was never scared of taking a jumpjust scared of what i'd hit on the way downi was never scared of hearing the truthjust scared that i would be confused i was never scared of being lied to just scared of how the truth would pierce th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1520629/ a little bit of love remainsrelationships are like cigarettes. lust is the nicotine.beauty is the lighter.time is the fire.ashes are history.trust is the filter.pain is the burnt finger tips.love is the addiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1518405/ after returning from a hiatus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1508041/ he grabbed me by my wrists looked me in my eyesheld on tight to my soul and asked me"when did you stop treading?how long ago was it when you decided to give upon everything you had been diving for,for so long?i've seen you swim through every oceanbut as soon as you come across a river.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1508035/ i want to be comfortable.of course being rich is idealbut what about solemnity?what about self righteousness?love or luxury?because both rarely go hand in handi want luxury i need lovei want to be a parenti'll need to be the bestwhat if i was just living on the streetswatching every miserable p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1508033/ it's been awhile... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1480115/ thanks to my newest muse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1452325/ i grab my stomach and i stop wondering why you lefti knowi stare at myself and i know why it was so easy for you to leavei listen to myself talkand now i whisperbecause it's my voicethat made you leave and i know why you left when i see the discoloration .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1452318/ i am a wanderer a scavenger ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1444948/ entering teenage territory... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1438178/ short, sweet, simple http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1436895/ humble complexioncomplex personalityher beauty is unknownher attitude is uncannyshe loves me with her everythingeven when she doesnt have much to givebut i'll take whatever i can gethold it close to my heartbecause even though we arent bloodwe are kinif i walk a thousand miles she runs a thousa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1433593/ missing summer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1432389/ two little ideas sat in my notebook http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1432372/ when i was in elementary school... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1428917/ and it's with himi feel lostquestioning whyanswered why not unsure of what's soon to comeif you were real you'd give me somehope is the mind relying on something elseit's the faith in your heartand the bible on the shelfits covered in dust me over with lies say he'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1425348/ picking petals of the roseyou sent me yesterdaythey let off a sweet aroma of lust and infatuationI put the petals in my yardhoping they would grow againtoday i tend and care forsomething that wouldnt even sproutstill, constantly captivated by it's potential~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~burning the roots.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1422509/ ☼ happy sunday ☼ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1422338/ a hue of desperation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1420600/ subtle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1420568/ excessive rhyming, intriguingly expressive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1420541/ I was given the prompt "write about a boy named Julian and why he is so afraid of balloons". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1420528/ ~first post~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayler/1419265/