http://slow.writerscafe.org/j2zkicksa55 The original writings of author silver threaded queen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106063 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To be realistic its really all my fault. The depression, the anger, the guilt, hell even the nightmares. Yep, it is alll me. Two suicide attempts because I'm not even good enough to do it right the first time. Never good enough. Never pretty enough. Never smart enough. Never, never, never. Such hig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1358083/ " Jesus Christ on a cross, Thae!! What in the hell have you gotten yourself into now?!?"I stared back at my most endeared friend. Whom was currently doing one of two things. A) Serving a two hour hell sentance (aka: detention) with me. And B) annoying the living hell out of me. Rolling my eyes I re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1202516/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1202512/                                                   Part 1She sits behindthe large, somehow threatening desk, slumped low in the cracked vinyl seat, asif to disappe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1144148/                                                ~ 20 years later....~                               &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1105295/ "Why?"The young man sitting on the ground, turned to look at the little girl sitting next to him."Pardon me?"She tilted her head, her small forehead crumpled together, as if she was in deep thought. "Why do I have to leave?"He sighed, shaking his head, as if he had to answer the same ques.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1104352/ this is a story of a girlwhose life she knew itshatteredand as she watched the twinkling pieces Fall below hershe came to understandthey weren't worth the cuts so as she twisted in mid-airthe blood just crystal-like droplets above hershe fell to her fatethe years seemed to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1104332/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1104330/ This lifehas stretchedfor what seems likean eternitythese marksare nothing butcrimson back-splashesagainst the canvas of timethese words are relevantto our bigger picturethese actions are pettyto the larger aspect our lifeis just a speckin the atmosphere  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1067523/ You tell herto go to hellbut you truly haveno conceptthat she is already therein this landof broken dreamsshe allowsthese broken thoughtsto mar her disfigured perspective"perspective?" you may query it mar's her perspectiveon loveon loyaltyand most importantlyherselfsoo...whilst you may not hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1057533/ Just another facelost in the crowd just a broken voicein which the silence is loudjust a broken heartdrowning in broken dreamsdeep in the woodsof broken promisesso do tellat what pointis it deemed"in-fixable""irreparable"or just plain broken  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1047923/ I wrote these poems probably a good couple years ago.... they were meant as epics, I thought it may be a good idea to combine them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1046173/ My darkest dayshave faded at last;the dawn has cometo cleanse my past.These scars have fadedbut the memory remains;could anyone ever be thereto ease these pains?The years have passedthe hope is dead;can anyone help me silencethese thoughts in my head?See I once hopedyou could be my knight;eventually.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/1016675/ you think of her as emptybut she is no longer emptyshe is goneyou think of her as dullnor is she dull anymoreshe is fadedshe reminds you as a third class pair of jeansbrand new at firstthe fadedthen tornsoon you are just using her to patch up newer jeansthen you are using her as buttonsthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/997230/ I always tried to be what you wantedbut I could never quite make iti tried to be you idealistic humanbut in the end I always had to fake itin the end we always ended up fadingthe lovethe hope the friendship all gonenothing left but a empty shella empty homea empty heartso, whatever ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/986044/ Please don't look at mewith that superior look upon your facethe same face that I have the strong urgeto place a pillow overjust f*****g don'tdon't lecture mewith that monotone voicethe same voicethat makes me want toslam my fist into your throatjust f*****g don'tdon't grab mewit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/960780/ She started researching ways to commit suicide when she was ten. She soon learned no way was fool-proof. If you slit your wrist you can partiality bleed out and loose the use of your arms. If you hang yourself, you could miscalculate the distance, and not handle the time it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/952807/ I am the captin of my soulI rule it with stern joyand yet I think I liked it betterwhen I was a cabin boy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/793239/ love me for the wounds I barerespect me for the battles I've foughtstop treating me like the untamed maremiss me for the yearning I tought hate me for the life I've livedthe aweful memorys still drag me downignore me for the sacrifices I givehating the whispers that travel throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/766212/ my lightest days have faded into twilight now the lightest hues of blue around me I hate blue my twilight days fade around me into darkness I used to be blind you know I've always been  terrifed of the dark sin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/757337/ I am but a lost soul the rainbows on oil scum what you see is what I want you to you call me deep yet I am just a shallow pool on the streets I am but a figment of your imagination the rainbows on oil scum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/756016/ they hangfrom a set of iron tainted manaclestheir silver glinting skinincrusted with a layer of bloodtheir once glittering gem like eyesforever gonereplaced with a pair of thornsdark greentipped with poisontheir wingscoveredin iron powdersmoke slowly rises from themthe seco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/747487/   She doesn't know how to tell the difference anymore. Between reality and the dreamland. She is so lost, it's almost hopeless to try and find her now. But they try. She is in Loveland Asylum Facility. Or as the patients like to call it, laugh.She wonders the halls of laugh, looking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/737852/ always hide your feelings I was taught this at a young age I feel like a Barbie so many different types of faces to put on happy when I'm upset inside greiving when I could truly give a damn less people call me cold the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/721819/ I stare into into the sky  watching the clouds fade as the sun starts to bleed I begin to fall into the deepest pits of my mind the encounters of my earlier life begin to come back to me a faded swing set a basement&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/719343/ welcome to this world we live in can you tell me what it was like up above looking down upon the rest of us so pitiful compared to you while you're here down graded to the rest of us tell me was you're perfect .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/713132/ The light was blinding, she has learned this by now. The light comes without warning. This has been learned to. The light is...... a strange, mystic being of it's own. It shows her such strange things. Aweful things.Why, she will never know. The first time it happened she was six. And in daycare. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/705669/ if I were to fall would you catch me if I were to break  would you piece me back together and if I was in need of help would you help me these thoughts twist and take root in my mind making me think what would you do&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/699246/ Why do you look at mewith such hatewritten ever so clearlyupon your angel like face angels forgive me for my pastI can't erase the futurewouldn't if I could I loved you with a passionthat would move heavan and hell chorusand so the angels are crying and cryin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/696954/ sun shiney days  just go on by like the sun setting fire to the deep blue sky the world keeps on turning the days just go by I sit all alone with no one or nothing this is how it started and this is how it will end&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/696296/ mississippi queen  down on her knees low on the bank of the river tears roll down her bruised cheeks and her wails carry to the stars mississippi queen  deep from the bayou has wandered far from home she misses her land.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/691415/ you call the shots I've learned this by now you hold the gun I've paid for this by now just pull the trigger and set me free I am not meant to be held by chains or be limited to the ground just let me go and a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/691090/ the stars are above me downgrading me letting me know all those I have failed so many are gone who depended on me loved me trusted me forever and always but when you think that all else has failed ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/689730/ She sat in the clearing waiting for him, knowing what happened to him every Wednesday night. She sat on the quilt, damp from the last rain. She knew the first aid kit was behind the oak tree. She also knew she would need it. She stared at the tree's above her. The leaves were turning golden with fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/689146/ she stares at him entranced confused lost she has been stuck  in between the two wrong and right good and bad pure and evil for so long that she doesn't even know what to do anymore she looks at him&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/688169/ these words are best unspokennever meant to leave my lips they float inside  like lost souls, looking for an end my words are best unspoken never meant to leave my lips they build up until the silence eats at me these words are best .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/657300/ you're memory still haunts meit wont let me beyou're words float through the aironly for me to seeyou cant even lieyou look at the floor making me want to dieI feel the pain deep in my souland embrace it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/648964/ what if the sun didn't shine anymorewhat if you always loved merich or poorif darkness was lightand wrong was rightand death was easyif hate was forgottenand love embraced hatewhat if enemies were friendsbut what would happenif beginnings were ends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/641893/ the winds are calmthe water is flatthe mists clearfreedom at lastit rolls it's headstretches it's legsreleasing angerplans aheadrevenge comesafter hundreds of yearsnever forgettingthe anger and tearsit opens it's eyestastes ledstill cannot forget the tainted redforgotten bloodreleased at lastthe win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/641891/ my hate burns hotter than the pits of helland yet you laugh at itmy lovehas the power to make the angels jealousand you wave it awayat first I am like a new toy to youthen like old photosit fadesyour so called loveyour deep interest for meall gone like the memories made by the photosit'll all f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/637484/ the single roselays at your feetwaitingyou pick it upbut your thumb grazes the thornyou gaspthinking of forgotten Aurorathe red drop hits the roseit morphsinto Himthe onewith curly black hair, and eyesand eyebrows that slant up in the middlereminding you of the devil he smilesfor he is back in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/637383/ know when I'm gonethat I need you to be strongthat I'm just a hairsbreadth away know that all you need to do is calland my presence will surround youwarm and welcoming you bring it inI am sorry that I cannot be therewhen you need me the mostknow I am watching far above youstill loving you &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/634878/ you flytowards a new destinationfar from everythingthe painthe hatethe lovetwists together into oneyou fly awayfrom all of itrunningyou take offjade wings sprouting from your backyou freezemomentarily frozen in airthe particles dancing in circles around youlike diamondsso beautifulit takes your brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/633773/ did you miss medid you love medid you hate medid you loath medid you ever feel a need to cry over meI miss youand every damn day it gets worseI love youand my heart feels like it will shatterI hate youand it grows every damn dayI loath youfor unknown reasonsI still miss youand I guess a part of me a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/632073/ you walk towards what you know is wrongyou run away from what seeks to help youyou run down the long hallstretching, twisting, morphingit changestill you are lostyou runright into his armshis gives you strengthyou give him loveit is a cyclehe gives you comfortyou give him timetime to healfrom t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/630152/ you are runningyour hair is twisting behind youlike a flameyou runfrom whatis it fearor is it amusementyou slow, and come to a dark cottagethe fear it remainsyou slip into see a single black roseit twists, and morphsinto a treethe branches twistedready to holdto hurtit twists, yet againinto a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/627638/ there's always something worstalways something betterwe are a racealways wanting biggerbigger is not betterbigger muscles bigger peoplebigger countriesanswer one question for meis enough really ever enough for us  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/626266/ why must you continue with these liesif I didn't know better.........I would think there was evil in your eyesgod forgive me for my sinsI mean no harmI walk on needles and pinsyou conquer me with haterun nowbefore its to lateI lap at the hatelike a cat after milkwhy you sit there, nervous your finge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/625263/ "worthless,"my mother sneered at me"yes I am,"was my meek responsedoes this sound familiar   does it touch the back of your braincan you remember tears because of thisbecause I canthe hateit twists and turnswere lucifer burnsleaving mecrumpledand so emptyat her mercy   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/624682/ if I was to go to the edge of the darkest corner of the earthwould you come with meif I was to sit on the edgewere the earth endswould you sit with meif I was to standto fell the wind on my facethe small water dropletssmelling of salt and cold airsplashing ever so lightly against my skinto feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/j2zkicksa55/623302/