http://slow.writerscafe.org/gothicchick The original writings of author cloakedone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013089 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my lase is coldshe had been soldwhen was i to be told ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1530809/ i always knew you were only my muse,my diasterthe feeling was short and mutal ,not long livedit twisted me and made me losei wasnt strong enough,but the feeling was shortit was to weak to wild i threw it awayi should of known i'd be overthrown by thisthe feeling is short and im dieing without h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1530012/ crows caw all above my eyesthe sky is dark and im brightim gonna take my revenge tonightthe crows will feast upon their flesh as i run rampid dont make me stopthis my showset it alight and watch it burn down its alrightstep into the water and let it drown you the crows are gonna get y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1526489/ dont say im your whole world babybecause you dont ever come throughim pretty when i cry and thats why i keep youthis heart break,mistrust and that other womanthe judgement and the red eyesbut im so pretty when i cryall those specials times dont mean sh*t compared to your drugs you use on mebut that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1525871/ your the million dollar man1 for the show and 2 for the girlbut babe why dont you love me?aint i better than silver and gold ?i just want you  to know that babe your  the besti want everything you have to giveyour the milllion dollar man3 for the life and 4 the lustbut baby hunny you aint .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1525811/ why had the stars fallen from their thrones so high up? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1525056/ just because im not your puppet on stringjust because i dont bowjust because im not idealisticjust because i dont give a f*ckjust because i fight the systemjust because i am darkjust because i dont believe in something that doesnt belive in me just because i am herejust because im rejected ,def.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1525018/ i hate the mirrorbut how can when it is me?the odds are eveni love my death but hate my lifeevil is good and good is evilwater is fire and fire is waterthe odds are evenwhen i learn to hate you i must also love youwhen i learn to bleed ,i must also learn to killwhen i learn to be human,than i am a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1522193/ run, run faster till your on the ledgefight,fight till your almost deadlie,lie till you almost reach the truthdance,dance to the rythm of your warbreathe,breathe take in your lastwait,wait come closer to me"little liar your fate has come to me by the stars,nice to see you again "shock,shock your she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1521280/ this was actually based on a song ,that i really love, and i just had so much fun making it! the song was wagoners lad by Rosemary Standley and it gave me much inspiration . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1520400/ one for all and all for one the musketeers do shoutwith magnificent valor the ride out into the nightbut ho the king is corrupt and he doth tear the trio apartfor one is the king's  guard dog and the others will have him not they all will face their own problems and will in time come again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1519713/ i am a thief without her treasure justice has separated the coveted thing and meto cold is justice ,to cold is it for me it glimmers and it shines into the night without mecold is its'  breath and still is its' nature to cold is justice, to cold for my treasurefor when we,me and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1519698/ A murder makes a mistake ,but she decides that it will lead her closer to her victim.Instead she finds herself morphing into the victim's fiance and loving it more than she realizes it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1510322/ i stich myself one last time wondering all the whilehow much longer do i have to smile?i tighten my pigtail nervously and brush out my dressmy patches are a big beatiful messi am the little patch work doll way in the backmaybe i'll get picked up and taken home one dayi am lolita the dollie who never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1508478/ the moon to sick with envy chases the sun endlesslyto be the only queen in the sky is her only dreamyet she rules by night and all say they rather have the morningshe beats her servant till they die,poor pious stars her silvery hair is wound up to tight and her nature to pensivethe sun ,who is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1507041/ girl stared at her reflectionit was hollow,empty,voidthis is me she thoughtshe touches her brow and cheek,but her hands do not find what they wanther ebony hair ,which is dry and brittle like winter grass good night boy how cold are you?! did i not give you enough?!my soul,my life,my heart,and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gothicchick/1507037/