http://slow.writerscafe.org/Octbober_baby95 The original writings of author Rosegal95 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032332 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Two lovers, always in the wrong place at the wrong time, and their struggle to move on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/2091420/ I know I'll never get the appology that you owe me. I've accepted that. But I know that I'm better because of it. I actually owe you a thank-you.You taught me so many things. You taught me how to forgive. How to forgive myself. How to forgive without an appology. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/2038062/ You break my heart every single day. It kills me to talk to you.Yet you also heal my heart every single day. It's for that reason that I still love you. I just wish I had the nerve to speak my mind. But at the same time, I know it won't change a thing. Its hard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/2030254/ How things are more than likely going to happen with the man I marry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/2024740/ What if it's all a lie? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/2021705/ Eventually, everything will be ok. I'm not right now. Not even close. But eventually, I will be. In whatever way that means....I'll be ok. I'll see colours again, I'll smell fresh life again. I'll hear laughter, I'll taste coffee...I'll feel again.Eventually. I'll be ok. But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/2014492/ Honesty at it's finest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/2014232/ Just thoughtless wishes that I suppose everyone has. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/2014210/ Just sudden 1am feelings about things I should be over....yet I'm not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/2006295/ I lost my best friend, and things will never be the same. I hurt more than just myself, and I can't take that back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1959552/ that feeling you get when your heart breaks in half http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1823674/ Most of my works tend to have an uplifting end or at least some form of hope to them. Not this time. This woman is myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1751101/ As a barista, I see so many people each day. just my personal thoughts on regulars and everyone else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1748550/ Words I had spoken over me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1731488/ Pillows are supposed to hold you head, your dreams....let you rest and prepare for tomorrow.Pillows are not supposed to hold your tears and your makeup stains...they are not supposed to hold your nightmares and make you dread the morning...I think mines deffective. Do you think they'll let me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1720326/ I poem about being fearfull http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1706953/ How I hope to feel about my husband. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1701853/ after battling with what seem to be nightmares about him, I have finally decided to let him know he no longer has the control over me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1666193/ starting from scratch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1662098/ a true story....a longer work, but true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1642253/ I am weak, I am broken.I am empty and Lonely.I am forgotten and lost.I am hurt and dying.Yet here you come, taking my hand.Loving me. Me.The one unloved.The one who is forgotten.You picked me up, Brushed off the dustand carried me.You carried me while I cried.you carried me while I was terrified.you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1636094/ a poem about a friend of mine, who is really hurting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1605204/ just another breakup poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1600128/ stuck between a rock and hard place here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1571073/ Just a small poem of my emotions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1547791/ Four things I had to say in order to move on...in rhyme. (not something I do often.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1538729/ a poem for those who feel unheard http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1536170/ A letter to my only sister, who is much younger than myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1534114/ true story about a small moment that I regret http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1533497/ a poem reminding us that we need to take time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1532071/ a poem written from a depressed state of mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1531677/ spoken word/freeverse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1529504/ just a short, four line poem that holds allot of meaning to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1529254/ a spoken word/freeverse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1529251/ how I feel about where I am going in my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1526546/ turning my old scars into new ones. using a new kind of pain to cope. not my best work, but I liked it nevertheless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1525816/ free verse style, I just sat here a wrote it out. not even thinking. just whatever came to my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1525083/ cliche tittle, for a cliche feeling. though we all know it to well http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1525075/ the first time I got drunk, which started a binge for me that lead me to a destructive road... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1525008/ this was the night that I gave up three years of sobriety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1524547/ this poem is one I wrote after I cleaned up my act, My younger sister and I shared a room for a little over a year, and during this year I was very suicidal, and seeing my sister always stopped me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1524538/ This poem was written after a recent break up and in which I lost my sobriety and allot of things that I was pressured into. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Octbober_baby95/1524537/