http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zara222 The original writings of author WolfyZara en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026501 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Life play's on to one's songThose who sing, those who playThe strings rusty and old but beauty still plays on One so beautiful but with others,a song so prettyThrough broken fingers a masterpiece created,with the one you love mostThe music in life plays,with ups and downyet still toge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/2805079/ H-He took her away from me. He's the one who made her suffer and he's the one from making me and Emma spend the rest of our lives together. I'll make him pay. I'll be sure to make him suffer and, and, and why her?  Why did it have to be Emma? I don't get it. He raped his own daughter but for w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1925984/ My love was true and pureWe had to everything new and so much to endureYet our love had endedour love was splendidI love as far as the sea yet you fleeYou betrayed me my trust all goneWhy was I drawn to you? My love was special yet you disregardand fell in love with my best friendyou .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1915946/ Her house stood in a middle-high class neighborhood. Safe from any robbers, rapers, and killers. Her house stood two stories high with a green lawn, a porch with flower beds and everything looking clean. I stood in the dark with my hood up and my hands in the pocket keeping them warm from the cold... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1913304/ When I was youngI was nothing but a foolall I wanted was to clung,Clung onto a dream I have had I wanted something to make me gladBut instead I was naiveand all I did was grieve,feeling the pain as others walk past mewithout even looking my wayall I ever wanted was to be gayWhen I was young&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1911809/ It's mid-May, the sun shining with clouds spread all over. The bright green grass poking my exposed skin as I lay down looking at the sky. A gentle wind passing by and moving the clouds and everything that can be moved by it.  My black hair spread out on the grass and my silver eyes just can't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1882411/ What would you do if you had a special ability? What about the ability to see the dead? What would you call them? Would you just call them ghost, maybe wanderers, what would you call them? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1882405/ My love for you is brightlike the sun shining lightYet I despise youlike the moon giving sighLike the yin and yangyou're my light and darkThe body of a goddessbut the insides like a houndso beautiful and strongYet manipulating and smartYour thoughts so ugly but your voice so softfrom what I hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1882386/ My addictionA cruel thingSomething you can't controlThe cuts and burns the feeling of pain and sadnessCuts on my thighsBlood falling down my legsAs i want to stop I yearn to bleed againMy addictionI yearn to cut yet yearn to stopThe life of an addictthe pain and sorrowCuts on your thighs82 to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1618507/ A war inside of my mindThe place i thought i won the battles, the scars, the pain the more to enjoyThe sadness, the lost of your mind, The lost of your friendsLock inside your room fighting by yourselfNot letting anyone inThe scars on your thighs and wrists. How many? 5, 20, 50, 100I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1617145/  I lay on the grass looking up in the night skyThe stars gleaming and sparkling like the sun hadI think about my future and what lays aheadI wish for my dream to come truebut for that to happen i have to work hardIf i fail once try again, if i fail twice do it againNever give upI look at a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1543729/ As i bleed i think about a dayWhere i get push,shove, and hit onthe day worsen as i think about the punches and kickingsin the locker room.The more i cut the more i feel aliveThe more i feel human When i think of a daywhere i walk down the halls hearing everyone calling names at meThe more i cu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1540819/ The night sky gleamsIt seems harmless yes indeedwith it's light from aboveBut don't be tricked you seeFor when the clocked strikes twelveThe gates opennot regular gatesbut the gates of hellA demon or two may come outsearching for it's pryroaming the streetslooking like we doWhen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zara222/1526901/