http://slow.writerscafe.org/emily123 The original writings of author omgitse en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032339 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "The Student of the mind?" I look over from my notebook and stare at the back of riley's head, he stares at the teacher, already knowing he has the right awnser.  "Yes." Dr. Handley turns away from the room of students around me, and writes on the whiteboard, the pen making that annoying scrat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/619003/ When i close my eyes,im away.Where i go, when i go there, no more whispers, anymore,no more mirrors, anymore,no skin, anymor,no more tears, any more,no more divided mind, anymoreno more burnt eyes, anymoreno more scary though, anymoreno more, silver keys, anymoreno more crazy, anymore. no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/616693/ I'd like to be a superhero,to fly taller than trees,to be stronger than sanity itself.To escape my life, and save theirs.Maybe I could move earth from orbit,grasp water inbetween my knuckles,shoot lazers with every step I dont take.Maybe i'd fall out of the sky,fall from the inside of star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/616439/ I am,An instruiment,echoing sounds of joy, and, pain.I am,you,every bit of you,every flick of your bones,tear from your eye,drop of blood,I am you.I am, graffiti on church's holy walls,not holy.I am, unidentified,still being searched about.I am,not so sure of myself,yet I go through the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/616190/ There she lean,embossed in her black and white velvet cover, hiding her face from the world.Her bleach blonde hair, short,as if Marlyn Monroe was as jealous of something so strangeHe hit her, she bled red velvet tears,they slide down her face,covering her child smile,make it last.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/615786/ I don't want to feel like this.To have those moments.yeah.I wanna start looking in,instead of out.Pressure,to be who I don't.Can you stop staring, please?I like sleeping,it makes me forget,what I'll always be.yeah. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/615569/ So you hit me.Like a critical mass.And I'm falling.No parachutes.No wings attached.Not a single idea.So I'm sorry you lie there.And I can't help.I wish I could go inside your brain,and start making your thoughts for you.Reach inside your ribs,and pump the purple liquid for you.But I'm abrade&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/615257/ I never needed any help.But you kept on feeding me it.The lies.Love is a camouflage,and your using it like it's going out of style,well,at least it fits your personality.You sold me out cold,to save your self,and like I said,I never needed any help.But you kept treating me like I was a pat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/613870/ When i was little and you were old, I understood nothing of what i was told.You guided me and laughed with me through all the hard days,comming at us both, like lightening's powerful rays. I was so small and fragile,you were so strong and good,and you let me know it was okay, even if i sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/613372/ Her body sat in the chair facing the small laptop, beaming light in the dark bedroom. Her fingers tapped quitley on the keys as she wrote words, songs, and movie clips into a search engine- for the thousandth time. Her eyes were wide with wonder and passion, staring at the movie clip, acoustic sessi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/613272/ Here to save the day, take what you want from me to make your life less painful.Wrap my brain and bones around your body, get lost in my mind of confusion.I'll do whatever I can to make you feel OK.I don't have the right words- no, no i don'tbut what i do have, is a set of blue eyes and pale skin,ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/610352/ I lean my head against the wall by the steps. The sound of loud music coming from speakers vibrates the floor, and i kneel down onto the two bottom steps. I stare at my white strappy dress, shorter than my knees, In Style as they put it. The smell of hairspray from my hair, and perfume from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/610312/ If i knew this would've made you cry,i would have done it more.If i knew guilt was my antidote for the pain you give me,I would have done horrible things and blamed it on you.If I knew i couldn't run away,I wouldn't have hid from you.If i knew you would come find me with a scream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/609532/ I don't live in regrets,as much as I'de like to.I think of those timesthat I wanted to change what I saidor what I didn't say.But it also makes me curious,as to what I would say after I said what I wanted to say.Or do after what I wanted to. I don't believe in 'the future'.I think whatever is g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/608266/                                                                                NovemberMy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/607602/ The plastered wall you lean against.the dark butterfly's in your eyes. Cover the body,that body of hate, stuck in your mind stick your tongue out.Drive through California, so not still, I guess thats why you act so trill.Up in smoke, there you go, the wrong direction, im still circeli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/606601/ I open my eyes and see nothing but blackness. A sudden rush of panic floods me. Where am I? How did I get here? I squint my eyes and move my head around but still can't see anything. Pitch black. I blink, my eyes crying from sweat and fear. My shoulders hurt, my neck hurts, knees, eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/602736/ Veronica sat on her bed, surrounded by pillows, hand-sewn blankets and fluffy stuffed animals - given from friends. She held the diamond cross necklace in her slender bony hands as she closed her eyes and prayed to get better. Jesus please make me feel better for tomorrow...or if theres anyone else .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/601212/ I pushed the car door open and stepped out, it was cold and the light jacket I had on did nothing. I looked around the school parking lot, mass groups of teens surrounding cars and their different groups ; jocks, populars, nerds, goths, everything. I fitted in neither of them. My book bag was heavy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/600733/ Were all dancers,moving multipile ways through life,the right way.Were all on ecstacy,and unaware of whats going on,but we keep going.Were a toy train chasing a sewing machine;useless. Were all staring at the sky,looking for more,but we know nothings there.Were all dancers,dancing through life,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/600089/ Im a prisoner in my skin,So long my eyes are redBurning with salt and tears, uneager to stop.This itch, making me feel sorry,for what I ever did to you,Im sorry,for the pain I didn't cause.I scream with the burn,the ever burning pain,and no one can cure it.A prisoner in my skin, I like to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/596932/                       CassieCassie opened her locker, the clanging sound echoed in with the loud sounds of students singing popular rap songs, laughing too loud or just plain talking. Her fake tatooed arm tretched forward into the locker, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily123/596453/