http://slow.writerscafe.org/FairyPoeline The original writings of author Emma Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020048 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 More late night thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1400093/ Late night thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1396245/ Late night thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1396243/ Dear dad,I don't know how to tell you this,So I wrote you this letter.We don't always get along,We don't always understand each other, Sometimes, we disagree,Other times, we silently ignore each other, Moving through the motions without a glance. But, there is something I want you to know, Even thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1368057/ When I woke up this morningI didn't want to roll over and go back to sleepor lock myself awayor think about all the bad thingsor spend my day alone with my thoughtsor let myself be sadBecause,when I woke up this morningI decided I wanted to be happy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1241816/ "You can't run forever, you have to face your problems."I tell my best friend as she sobs into my pillow,the night she decided to run away. She doesn’t know that I have a bag packed and ready to go. "You can't give up, what they say doesn't matter." I tell my nephew when he comes home in tears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1233532/ As she falls asleep,with tears in her eyes,she thinks to herself;"Why does it have to be like this?"As she fall asleep,screaming into her pillow,she thinks to herself;"Why do I feel like this?"As she fall asleep,pills in her body,she thinks to herself;"Why did it come to this?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1219271/ He’s worn and torn Loved and misplacedI’ve fallen asleep with himEvery nightSince I gave him your nameBecause thenI can pretend thatFor a few secondsAs I fall asleepThe cheetahYou share a name withIs really you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1217740/ I feel like I’m slipping     farther          and farther               and farther             &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1216158/ My chest is heavyI can't breatheThis is real, isn't it?I'm setting myself up to get hurtLike I have in the pastThis is real, isn't it?What makes you different?Nothing, you're all the same This is real, isn't it?Convince me that this is meant to last Help me see that it will work Is this real?Stop me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1215648/ AugustDay One    I sat at my desk, using all my will not to stab a pencil into my eye. My laptop sat before me, school books, notebooks, loose papers and pens scattered across my desk, covering the entire surface. I was chewing on the end of my pen when my phone began ringing. I hit t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1215622/ Still has potential - for Miguel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1204425/ “Look, it’s Wes.” Nick cooed, his voice floating down to my level. A smug look crossed his face, as if he had never had a crush on someone before, though my crush was borderline stalker obsessed, so, I guess he had reason to look smug.I ducked my head and response and elbowed Nick .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1204422/ I wiped my hands on my pants for the eight hundredth time in five minutes. I looked to my left then my right, maybe he wasn’t going to show up. Reaching for another book on the shelf before me I realized I was shaking. I paused and let my arms fall to my sides, taking a slow breath. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1189959/             I fell in love once. He was the man of my dreams, all, dark, handsome, yet kind and gentle; the kind of guy every woman wants. He was everything I ever wanted or need in a person, a friend, a brother, a lover. We laughed together, cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1189112/ Depressed Angsty Teenage Bullshit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1176996/ Fly away, Mamma Bird.Your babies will learn on their own,you can't be with them forever,they need to flap their wings and fly.Fly to the sky, Mama Bird.You may be gone,but you'll forever be in their hearts, you can never be forgottenFly up to Heaven, Mama Bird.Your time is up,you fly with angels now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175498/ "Are you okay?"My smile is fakeMy tears fall freeMy arms are cutI can hardly breathe"Are you okay?"I'm never happyMy world is greyThe pills are inside meIt's all going away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175491/ Life Lessons Life Lesson 4: Don't be a dumbass.  Life Lesson 37: Don't take anything for grantedLife Lesson 42: You can't lie to girlsLife Lesson 59: Don't say stupid s**t that could potentially get you killed at some point in your sad existence, especially if you live in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175480/ A Troubled Life - Rewrite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175478/ You're sad and I cry with you.You're depressed and I sit at your side.You're angry and I'll help you kick a*s.You're happy and I laugh along.I'll be there for you.No matter the time or the place.I know we haven't known each other long.But it feels like centuries.Always remember that I'm here.I love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175474/ I remember the first time I saw her, and oh my god, I wanted her in my bed. I, Doctor Alexander Scott, could get any girl in my bed, if I played my cards right. I've even done a few married chicks, oh, those are the most fun. So, what if I'm the definition of a 'Man w***e'? You can't help bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175473/ Everything moved in slow motion, and I wasn't sure why. Everything was slow and blurry, nothing would focus. No matter how hard I tried, noting would move at normal speed. I wished everything back to normal but I knew that wasn't happening anytime soon. I closed my eyes, taking a slow breath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175471/ I was so irritated with the whole world today. It was as if today was ‘irritated Freddie to death’ day. I’d like a memo next time this day is coming, is that okay? Anyway, today had to be the worst day of my life. Well, instead of whining about how about you just read it? Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175469/ You crushed my dreams,pulled me apart at the seams.I wonder what it would be like to keep a dream alive,but they never thrive.When you come around, my dreams get drown.I wish to hold onto one dream,I may be young, but my songs are still unsung. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175467/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1175466/ Sometimes, I like to wonder;Why?Why did that happen?Why did I say that?Why did I hurt you?Sometimes I ask;Why?Why did you do that to me?Why did you say those things?Why did you have to hurt me?Sometimes, I lay in bed and cry;Why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1147523/ When Our Lives Intertwine I always dreadedgoing to my fourth hour class, it’s not like I hated the class, the teacher orthe kids. It was the exact opposite, I loved the class, the teacher and a lotof my friends were in it. But, my current man obsession was also in the cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1138574/ When Our LivesIntertwine I always dreaded going to myfourth hour class, it’s not like I hated the class, the teacher or the kids. Itwas the exact opposite, I loved the class, the teacher and a lot of my friendswere in it. But, my current man obsession was also in the cla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1138567/ The sound of trumpets pierced the evening,the ravens circled above,the reaper stood nearby,And the casket lay closed.I had tears in my eyes,but so did everyone else.I felt so alone,in the group of people. They didn't know him,like I hadI loved him, when he still, walked the earthI still loved him,th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1134448/ Mirror, mirror on the wall, Can you make me pretty?Or just make me thin?Mirror, mirror on the wall, Why do they make me feel so sh*tty?Can I ever win?Mirror, mirror on the wall, Will you make me smart?Or make them love me?Mirror, mirror on the wall, Do they like to break me apart?When will they ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1128846/ I giveYou takeI helpYou hinderI bleedYou smileI dieYou laughI'm done http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1127902/ Take it from me,I know what it's like,to lay awake at night,and imagine taking your own life.But, it gets better.Think of something small,something that makes you smile,let the small things pile up,and up, and up,until the pile is something.Something, to live for. Life is worth living,even if you do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1122453/ Hate,It's a strong word. There's a thin line,Between love and hateI've always teetered on the edge,But I've made up my mind.I hate you. It was love,At one point. Now, it's hate,I hate you. I hate everything about you, Everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1034933/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1002682/     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1002680/ He'd ride a horse of blackWith a long, flowing, coal colored mane.  He'd wear shinning armor,Made from the best silver. He'd have a sword at his hip,The blade engraved just for him. He'd be handsome, Gods envy his beauty He'd be strong,Able to pull the sword form the ston.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/1002475/ You can never be without myLoveNo matter what you do in life,I’ll love YouNo matter who you become in life,I’ll loveYou I’ll always loveYouYou and your children and your children’s children,Even if they never know of me,I will loveThemFrom wherever I mayBeYou can never be wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/972063/ My world is flatMy heart is grayMy tears are wetSince Brenna went awayToys are a boredVideo games are unplayedBarbies still have hairSince Brenna went awayMy room is darkThe cold will stayMy friend is goneSince Brenna went away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/968539/ Take meAwayStop my Tears Pull meUnderDown and away from theLiving The death of aChild The life drained with my ownHandsMy life slowly left myBodyThe feeling of freedomSo sweetLike honeyHe pulls me DownDries my TearsTakes my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/967306/ "How are you?"Tear me openRip me apartShred me to piecesPut me out of my miseryAnd stop askingWhen you know the truth"I'm fine."Tear me open Rip me apartShred me to pieces I lieAll I do is lie, latelyI can't tell anyone the truth"You sure?" Tear me openRip me apartShred me to piecesYou did this to m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/945317/           I huffed as I headed down the hall to my Math classroom. The student teacher told me to come in at lunch to make up a test I missed, I'd much rather be hanging out with my friends. Let me tell you about my student teacher; Ben Thomas. He's one o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/942741/           We ran low, as to not be seen by anything in the air. We ducked into an old gas station that had long been cleaned out by rouges. I stumbled into a smaller back room, that once served as an office. I fell back against the wall, panting.  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/876125/ We All Knew Too Much.And They Wanted Us Gone.One By One.We Vanished.We All Knew Too Much.And They Wanted Us Gone.One By One.We Vanished.I always wondered if Joe knew what he was doing when he told us that ‘classified’ information. I wanted to know, like everyone else, if he k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/819951/              It all started with a dark room and the sound of waterdripping onto the concrete ground. Crates stacked up against the walls alongwith un-used file cabinets. It seemed like an average home's basement, a lightbulb .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/798939/ Lips And HipsLips to lips...Mine to yoursPressed togetherIn a kiss of passionHips to hips...Mine to yours We move in syncIn a motion of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/786996/      Mousepaw and Rowanpaw went awhile without saying anything. Rowanpaw laid down and started to eat the mouse, while Mousepaw lounged out in the sun, by the river.     Rowanpaw swiped his tongue around his muzzle, and he stood up. He padded over to the riv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/765077/      Rowanpaw woke up to the sound of water. He was laying on the bank of a river. He lifted his head up and a wave of dizziness washed over him. He pushed himself up so he was sitting and shook his head, his head ached. He looked around, he had no idea where he was. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/765076/      Flames licked up around the edges of the canyon, taking anything living into it’s grasp. The sound of yowling cats rang through the air, as they tried to get thought the wall of flame, toward the river and safety. A branch fell, crushing a brush den and it burst into f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/765074/ Leader:Thornstar --- Dark brown tabby-tom Deputy:Blueshadow --- Gray tom-cat Apprentice: Mousepaw Medicine Cat:Featherheart --- Soft orange she-cat Apprentice: Dewpaw Warriors:Roseheart --- Brown tabby she-cat Apprentice: RowanpawIceshadow --- Black tom-cat with white pawsSqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FairyPoeline/765071/