http://slow.writerscafe.org/_whisper_ The original writings of author Whisper en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776189162 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hope you enjoy it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_whisper_/1774306/ I can count on him like 1, 2, 3,He's like race car, he'll run to me and heal me when I bleed.He's brave enough to tell me the truth while looking into my eyes,Through the hard times he helps me heal my soul before I die.Holds my hand when I'm walking on a endless rope,Even some days he'll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_whisper_/1761689/ Credit goes to: Dove Cameron Song: What a girl is Not my work Girls please read http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_whisper_/1760291/ Everyday is a battle for me,Every wound only bleeds.I'm tired of this world,I'm loosing the war.I walk on a endless rope,And when I fall I lose my hope.I'm tired of this world,I'm loosing the war.No one never seem to care,The ones I loved are gone, and its not fair.I'm tired of this world,I'm loosin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_whisper_/1729378/ I don't believe in god, but the story was touching to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_whisper_/1720226/ I'm afraid of the girl that sits in the darkI'm afraid of the girl that never seems to sparkI'm afraid of the girl that never shows her faceI'm afraid of the girl that don't belong to this placeI'm afraid of the girl that stays in the cornerI'm afraid of the girl that a monsterI'm afraid of the girl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_whisper_/1720220/ Twenty years, twenty turns,Twenty times the light was burnt.Twenty of your deepest fears,Twenty times you have dream my tears.Twenty years, twenty moons,The darkness is our new kingdom.Darkness brought good to terminate,Angel of darkness fortify its faith.Twenty wishes, twenty stars,Seems so close, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_whisper_/1719757/ It was Saturday that afternoon, it was up to me and my brother, Junius, to babysit a 10 year old boy name, Brian. Brian was crying and complaining why I didn't carry him anymore. So, I had no choice but to carry him on my lap, I was wearing black shorts with rip leggings. Brian seem to notice m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_whisper_/1719726/ One cut, two cuts One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four The blood just drips from the tub to the floor Drag the blade across my knee Sit back as I watch it continue to bleed Long cuts, dirty cuts, small cuts, clean cuts I guess I just had bad luck Tears stream from my eyes Stuck in the abyss no one he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_whisper_/1719718/