http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hannah%20B. The original writings of author Hannah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018884 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Scream for meShriek with all your mightBecause your yellIgnites my wantIt makes my bodyPrickle with bumpsAnd it sets my eyes ablazeWith hunger and desire Fulfill my needsSo, I say yell, my child Scream as loud as you canBecause only whenYou are loudWill my nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./673460/ Take me outBam, Bam, BamI want to feelThe metal inside meI want to feel the painBecause when I die I want to feel alive So shoot meRight in the gutGive me a fatal woundBecause I know IWill relish in the feelingLet me bask in the wonderfulPain and let me bathe in my b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./673454/ I don’t want the moonOr the sunOr the starsI don’t want cashOr goldOr jewelsI don’t want a houseOr a carOr a bedI don’t want painOr fearOr screamsAll I wantIs youI wantYour smilesYour laughYour embraceTake awayThe hateThe angerAnd giv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./657489/ So full, yet so emptyLost thoughts clutter endless spaceHappy memories scattered carelessly Tormented ones hidden away, never to cross my mind againThoughts full of hope shoot across, resembling a shooting starIdeas full of fear are hidden away, along with my screamsMemories dance across.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./656567/ At midnight in the month of JuneI look upon the bright and mysterious moonNot ever have I seen such a sightThat gives off such a great fright I remember it was the month of DecemberThe weather was so utterly somberNo longer did the sky look blueFor the sun and clouds had flew&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./656565/ The first step is the hardestYou can feel your heart beatAnd your eyes start to waterYour hands become fistsAnd your nails leave marksOn your pink tinged palms The second step is easierYour calves become coldFrom the blue rolling wavesYour toes sink deepInto the sand benea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./650149/ A lovers request. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./630110/ I wrote this while I missed him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./626312/ A video camera inspired this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./602068/ I can feel your presence, your touch, your loveYour once warm hand has turned to iceReady to freeze me at a single touch Eyes that held happiness have now turned deadResembling my heart, you have become brokenA broken shell with no contents A cold sigh signals you’re .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./579010/ A teenage boy.A loving girlfriend.And a disease that can't be cured. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./577620/ I fear something most people love.I look away when it stares.I avoid it always.I try to hold my shriek when my it’s gaze falls upon mine.When it stares I weep.I weep because,The thing I fear is myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./577606/ The waves are dancing against the shoreYour heart is fluttering in your chestThe gun is sitting in your hands The waves are hitting against the rocksYour heart is beating in your chestThe gun is screaming in your hands The waves are pounding against the rocksYour heart is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./577455/ The cold makes me shiverIt chills me from the inside outAlthough the clouds can block out the sunThey cease to block my fearI can feel the drops coming downIs the rain falling or am I?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./577440/ I can feel itFast and strong under my palmBeat, beat, beatingHealthy and happy it drumsNot pausing for anything I can feel it slowing… Yet still present under my palmBeating… Beating… BeatingQuietly and lonely it whispersPausing here and there in it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./577436/ Take down my flag of independenceRip my beliefs from under meImplent thoughts of hatred and hopelessness inside meTear down my dreams till I am nothing but an empty shellA shell ready and waiting to be filled with somebody else’s views and plans of destructionClear me of everything.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hannah-B./577434/