http://slow.writerscafe.org/treelover7 The original writings of author Annie Nicole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984118 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Natural child like urges to playTaken away by the grasp of your voiceConstant criticism and neverending anger slashing already bruised skin.My imagination colorful and wildAll painted black by the single sound of your footsteps.Jumping up everytime the sound of your voice raised&ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treelover7/2157214/ You sat upon the infinity of grinded crystals as your eyes were drawn to the roaring blue seaSeagulls above circling and echoing one anotherPeople begin to pass embedding their feet into the soft warm earth.Beginning to wonder about the timeHow long have you been here?Oh! but does it matte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treelover7/2019058/ Dangerous Thoughts engage with one anotherall throughout the halls of my mind.Emotions every so often opening the doors,peeking through to see gossiping voices of idea. 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The mail-lady still had come at 12:00pm and wemost likely got a package from the delivery guy.  My mom had gotten obsessed with onlineshopping since last spring when my brother showed her how to work thecomputer.  Everything was the same otherthan .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treelover7/1908680/ When you love someone who doesn't love you backIt's like your heart's breaking a little too fastWhen you're trying to let gobut the time just seems so slowHolding onto something that's not realwhile your emotions exaggerate how you feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treelover7/1902852/ Why am I so obsessed with the idea of you?Why do I want you so badly?Like your an evil spirit keeping my soul on lock-down.This isn't me... this isn't natural.Let me go. let me be freeI can't keep waiting for your response while i sit here in the dark.I'm forgetting who I am.Stop pulling me farther .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treelover7/1898363/ I miss the way you talkThe lovely sway that is your walk.I miss the crooked curve of your smileIf you could have just stayed for awhile.I miss your hidden spiritDont know if you had ever truly seen it.I miss your constant rush of passionWas certainly a different kind of fashion.Your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treelover7/1880141/ No sound No sightJust sitting in a darkened corner on a wooden chairThoughts racing but your feet glued to the floor Suddenly you stand A sound appears in your left earA chime? 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