http://slow.writerscafe.org/jayjthebigmouth The original writings of author Maura Ansley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055902 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I amsadlonely depressedconfusedmiserablebruisedbrokenready to give upabout to cryfineThey never read between the lines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1700208/ I hate youthat stupid smiling mouththat never admits defeatThose scars on your wriststhat will never go away.You've gained weight, I see.Almost five pounds this week.You shouldn't eat so muchlazy b***h.ExcerciseBurn it off.I hate your hair. Have I mentioned that?It just hangsit hides your ugly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1699902/ Tick, tockThey are comingJust as fast as they canBloodlust does not registerin their pure black eyesTick tock8:00Tick tockRUN! SAVE YOURSELF!Never look backNever hesitateTick tock9:00Tick TockFalling freeinto the darkeverything is gonebut for the heavy breathing on your neckTick tock10:00Tick TockSl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1699652/ I love to write because to me it seems like writing is easier than speaking. Easier than life. I find that when I write, I become the character whom I am writing about. It is easy to find words, to transfer my thoughts to paper. It is easier than life, because you control everything. You know everyt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1699645/ How do you speak when your very breath only aggravates the ache in your chest?How do you speak when the lump in your throat is suffocating you?How do you speak when the slightest word brings you to tears?How do you speak when you can’t trust your own mouth, your own mind?What do you say when e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1699639/ I am not your slaveI am not yours to push around. You can’t touch me anymoreI am a creature of hatea creature of painunworthyaccording to youI am broken I am bruisedI have the scars to showThere’s a pain in my heart that will never truly be goneAll because of youI guess I shoul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1669472/ She hears them in the darkIn the whispersAnd soft sighing sounds of the nightShe hears the cruel words That have left their marks on herBruises and scarsShe's hidden for so longCasually slung from their mouths,Yet as effective as a bulletFinding it's target.She doesn't retaliat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1592297/ Just me rambling on about how much I love acting, trying to make you understand . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1538790/ Why is it that no matter what I do it is never good enough? I have tried, and tried, screamed until my throat ached, begged until my knees were numb, and you laughed in my face. All of you. Listen to me. Have you ever felt your world breaking apart? Have you ever had to put on a false smile just so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1532634/ "it's just the beasts under your bed, in your closet, in your head!" Metallica http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1532630/ The brilliant flameof life, all encompassingshining forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1532081/ Scrolling through this aTAKE THE TIME TO READ THIS IF YOU DONT SHAME ON YOU!!! Not my poem, please copy and paste the message to pass it on. Also Make the child's name different. And feel free to copy this change the kids name and write it as a different poem. Then this will keep reappearing so more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531592/ Ugly, they say, and she agrees. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531584/ Nervous, shaking, i take the micI will not back downThe music starts.Somewhere, deep inside, I feel myself being overcomeby the emotions.my mind is in another place.peacefulquietbut for the gentle pulse of the musicYou are not alonebut i struggle, caughtby the ending notesNo! I don't want to go!It i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531579/ In Jade’s mirror, it was sitting on the bed, knife in hand. The blade was also red. Whether from rust or blood, she didn’t know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531571/ I sometimes look at the windand wonderif it is laughing at us.Our foolishnessour emotionsSometimes I wonder if the wind is crying for usunable to truly recognize beauty,stuck in all these stereotypes and bombarded with liesand manipulationUnable to accept who we areSometimes I wonderwhat i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531559/ A dark and dusty roomholds the past and presenta room filled with terrorsthe sound of screamingthe taste of tearsthe feeling of a cruel handacross a young girls cheekthe memory's are vividAs if it were yesterdayThe tangled webs of time and fatehave brought me here today,to this broken homewhere bad .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531538/ What nobody seesIs that her eyes are a little too bright,With the shine from the tears she held back.A great big smile,To hide the pain she’s felt for too long.What nobody seesIs that this girl carries the world on her shoulders,Her burden that stillSlips and trips her up even now.And the brui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531537/ Epilogue    “Merry christmas, Cally!” I exclaimed. It was almost seven years later. Dylan and I had turned twenty a week ago. Sam and I had continued to date for the past seven years. Thom was already married. Cally was here this christmas with her fiance Matt. Dylan was p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531461/ DaniOh, my god. This could not be happening. I had not kissed my best friend. We had definitely not told his brother and my entire family. I would wake up in my bed soon, because this was too good to be true. It was just a dream. That’s how over the moon I was right then. I couldn’t wipe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531458/ DaniIt was almost a week later. We were getting ready to move that weekend, and it was the last week of school. I was leaving school on monday and leaving home on friday. We were taking a week to make sure everything was ready. . The eighth grade dance was that friday. I was sad that I would miss it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531457/ Sam    “Hey Seth.” I said, aware that my voice was breaking, and the tears were starting again.    “Sam? What’s wrong?” I didn’t say anything. “Oh, no. Please no.” He said, his voice oddly strained.    &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531455/ Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.I woke up to this sound. I was in a clean, white bed. Everything smelled strongly of rubbing alcohol. For a second I was confused, but then I remembered what had happened. I raised my hand to my head. There was a small bandage there. My arm was in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531450/ I managed to avoid Sam for the rest of the day. Until baseball practice. The minute I sat down on the bench, the coach called me over.    “Listen, Thompson. You’ve sure got the heart for this game. The strength too. But you get injured too often. You haven’t played f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531448/ Dani    “So. How is this picture I drew?” Cally asked. I looked. It was a girl, draped in a black,shadowy cloak. She was kneeling by a lake, her hand just touching the water. Her face was hidden by her dark, dark hair. All around her were trees. And the hand that was touch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531445/ Dani         I pulled on the rollerskates, pulling the laces as hard as I could in order to tighten them. Dylan laughed at my efforts.    “Oh, shut up!” I said. I was laughing too, though. It was just that kind of day. But finally, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531444/ SamWhen Dani walked down the stairs, I swear my heart stopped. Luckily, Dylan saw this coming. He managed to distract me with some idle conversation while we waited to go to the dance, but truthfully I don’t remember a word either of us said. Finally, though, we made it to the dance.“See.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531441/ Dani    “No! You are not going out with that s**t!”    “Nicole is not a s**t!” Thomas yelled. “And I sure as hell will go out with her if I want to!” Dad raised his fist, and punched Thomas in the gut. He doubled over, and Dad punched.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531439/ Dani           "Be careful." Mom told me. She kissed my forehead. "I just need some groceries. I'll be home soon. Stay inside." Once she was gone, I grabbed a tennis ball and a softball glove and went outside. I would be back inside before she was ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531436/ I couldn't stop looking at Dani in the soft glow of the t.v. She looked so pretty, smiling, her new hair brushing her shoulders whenever she moved. Her pale skin glowed. I wished I had the courage to tell her how I felt. I remembered kindergarten, the day I met her. I was playing baseball with my fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531435/ Chapter 1:introductions                                  Dani's perspective.          &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531432/ What nobody sees Is that her eyes are a little too bright, With the shine from the tears she held back. A great big smile, To hide the pain she’s felt for too long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jayjthebigmouth/1531430/