http://slow.writerscafe.org/dana97_7 The original writings of author D.T. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996245 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was waiting for someone. I knew deep down they would never show, but still I waited. I could see them get so close. Almost a touch away. A grasp of the hand, and maybe they would have been here finally. But as I reached out, I saw something new, someone I di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/2769515/ We were a world of our own, until the fire burned it all,the flames went through,and it was gone. We both felt it headed towards our place,I wanted to keep it safe,you fought your way out, I was left alone in space. You wanted things you wouldn't accept,when I had offer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/2066168/ You're that comfortable feeling of laying in bed on a rainy morning,listening to the raindrops as they hit my tin roof. You're that beautiful, bright shine that barely shows on my pillow.You're the rising sun in the early morning hours,the one that I love to watch.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1986999/ I remember the day I first saw you. I remember the night when we first met. You asked my name and I didn't say. I hadn't realized yet. I remember the day after we first met. You sat beside me, asked how I was,and I smiled then I turned my head.  I wasn't comfo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1986255/ It's hard for me to write about good things, which is what the beginning means. But it's so easy to write about bad things, which is the ending. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1881640/ A room untouched,the door boarded up. A bed where no one lays,sheets are still left unmade. She still won't speak your name.Her face holds so much blame. He left again,won't accept you're gone,but here I am,they're not paying me any attention,I'm all alone. My classmates laugh at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1655696/ Very different than my usual style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1628844/ I know it sucks but I just have not posted anything in a while so yea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1626915/ Quick little poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1544220/ This is about a friend of mine who passed away last november....It's not really good.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1542942/ So I had a dream last night..and got a poem from it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1542288/ I see you left a voicemail...the third one this week. I didn't listen to it or the others,I just pressed delete. I know I don't reply, and I'm sorry on some level, but mother understand...I'm trying to be careful. You've taken so much from me. Made me feel like I'm craz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1541667/ This is about something very personal which is why the last line says "you chose to let me destroy myself." so yea... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1540804/ The window is open. There's a breeze blowing in. Close it please. Don't open it again. Do you ever listen? You said it was me. You begged me to stay. Then you opened the window again,now I've gone away. It wasn't my fault. You said you would be true.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1540681/ I'm on one side and you're on the other.Each facing something glorious without one another. Though we share love, we don't share much more. Our biggest dreams are not the same.That's something that can't keep being ignored. We've tried our hardest,and we're still unsuccessful.I guess .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1535334/ He keeps it to himself.He doesn't want to rely on anyone else.Or maybe, he doesn't want to hurt anyone else.Whichever it is, he keeps it to himself. He wears longer sleeves, no shorts though,and makes up excuses about the bruises on his face."Oh yea, I just fell."But it's becoming harder and ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1535191/ Passion in the sky, none in your eyes.Negativity surrounds me as I beg and plea.Don't leave, don't leave. Sorry little girl, you've got so much to learn.They all leave, they all go off on their own.They leave you behind to choke on your misery. Not a second thought of you once they disappe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1534947/ Lonely days, lonely nights.Empty words create empty fights. While still here together, we're so far apart. Something has changed in each of our hearts. We each want to try and make it okay,but unfortunately, it can't happen that way.Sadly, when there is nothing left in betwe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1534932/ Not really good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1534916/ With every touch that night, I became more. With every word skipped that night, I became more.Most say when it happens, you become impure. Somehow, I became whole. I could finally see the beauty of my own reflection. Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe you understand.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dana97_7/1534483/ I originally wrote this when I was about 13 so it's not the best. 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