http://slow.writerscafe.org/toasterkid The original writings of author Bad Wolf~ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775557328 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes I find it hard to breatheAnd even harder to believeThat my tears will stop fallingCan't you hear me calling?My hands are broken,My mask's about to crumbleTo the ground like ashes,My head's spinning and life flashesBefore my eyes though I'm awake,The wall I've built's abou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/1385911/ G http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/1366234/ Broken wings, Head in the clouds, Soul on a sacrifice table I lie here, shattered and wholeLight and darknessboth consuming me Where am I to go? Who am I meant to be? My reflection might never show. This content mask is both device and demise,I am goodbecause I’m damaged   Compassi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/1331168/ Absurd enough to trust You again- I should’ve known better Than to give into your lies   Your sweet pretence Is my downfall, Believing that there’s still Some good in you Is my fault Sorry, my bad   Once again you proved me That I cannot trust And that I am Scarred wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/1329692/ The void that’s what you left me fornobody askedneither you nor meyour face dissolves into dustWas it even real?memory’s a tricky thingNot a footprint left of youon the groundbut inside there isGoodbye was impossibleFarewell was unspeakabletoo dreadful and not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/1324780/ for a very special boy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/1280012/ I don't know if you're actually aware what you mean to mePeople tell me to give up on you, set you freeBut i don't want to let you slip awayDrowning deeper into trouble,noIt was my vow to stand by you,help youAnd i stick to that, i won't let you goUnless you asked me to-God, i hope tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/1161808/ You'll never walk alone, JUSTICE FOR THE 96!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/838367/ This poem is dedicated to a very special person :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/811041/ 'In your arms is the place where I belong'That's what I thought..But I was wrong,oh so wrong!(...)my fault.I stepped in your twisted-minded trap,But you were only taking advantage of my pure feelings towards youAnd cheated on me.But you didn't even have the guts to tell me the truth..'Well..f**k you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/794588/ A tribute to the 96 liverpool fc fans who never returned from Hillsborough. It'stime for Justice YNWA http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/723641/ A heart that seems cold and impermeable as steel,A shattered soul-Damned for eternity.Nothing is real.   (...)Black,black,blackThose clothes' only color,It cannot be dark enough.Since years-Forgot how to laugh.A mind which is only filled by the past,Makes last old memories of him-I think I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/701089/ My mind,  like a russian roulette it spinsFast, faster..you can't catch more than a glimpse,The thoughts are too fickle.Shifting shadows on the wallThough noble as silky curtains in a royal hall,The thoughts keep dancing in my head-Unstoppable, never have the urge to stop and take a nap.Like wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/668901/ He's walking through the Night's empty streets,The only sound is produced by his own heartbeats.A raven, pitch-black flies above his head,He wonders if this bird is truly a bearer of change.A scent , familiar and yet so unsuitable reaches his nose;The scent of a rose.This gracious and beloved flower.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/644055/ Waves, crashing against those walls made of stone.Air, whispering Mother Nature's mysteries.Trees, standing tall and bright in groups, never alone.Fire, bringing cosy warmth to our bodies.Comme elle danse en pleine nuit !Ses cheveux, éclairés par la lune.Comme ses pieds nus! (...)Cares.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/621501/ I'm sick of your game,come on show you're a man.And tell me face to face about your evil plan.Enough of those lies,enough of those tricks,enough of your insane play.Prove that you really want me and deserve me or just be a coward and walk away.I'll go my own way,with or without you,it lies i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/620004/ Oh bloody fate!Once again another child in pain.Once again another try from the parents to hide it,a try in vain.Oh bloody hate!Mother and Father..who are you to throw despiteous looks on the families on TV -Because they hit and hurt each other?You tell your child that those families are unsocial an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/608001/ Head bent down,she's on her knees.Her soul's screaming for the final release.Tears of blood,running down her cheek.At school and even at home they call her a freak.With a body covered by invisible scars and through rain wet hair,She pretends not to care.But I know she's scared.In the middle of the n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/604434/ She's walking like an orphanWalking through the streets by nightLike a strangerHer hair's wafting in the wind,she's a gingerAn absurd look in her eyes,a weak smile framing her lipsShe's faking it,pretending not to hear the Reaper's whispers in her earsTrying to hold back the tearsNot knowing where t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/601927/ For my french teacher who taught me more than French, but also about life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/593602/ i wrote this poem for a very good friend of mine,Stu. the girl = astrid. Stu's just brilliant and Astrid is also an awesome person.lost & beloved friend=john,I = autor,me. Hope you'll like it,aye:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/589125/ a hopeful poem,though dark at the beginning..written in times of despair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/588803/ Where am I ?It is dark and very cold.A hole?I don't know.I don't even remember my name,but I do remember the crimes which darkened it.So I guess that it's no shame if I don't remember my f*****g name.Who cares anyway?About me,my soul and feelings.Hell, I feel that there once was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/588802/ I think It's no big surpriseThough I'm writing these lines with tears in my eyesI had been prepared but nevertheless I'd been scaredFor this moment to come when I'd lose it all once againOnce more my life has been taken awayI lost you today but this time I know it's not foreverBec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toasterkid/588801/