http://slow.writerscafe.org/Monstersplagueme The original writings of author Just A Passion For Writing en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776063854 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He was Thunder and I was Lightning We left utter chaos behind our brilliance With one always chasing the other  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1989594/ Together we Dance Because we were like Starlight Alive and Bright Lost in a Galaxy  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1989593/ A piece of paper Crumpled, Creased, Torn But you came along And helped tape me back together  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1989592/ I am               drowning I am drowning under a sea of blankets and pillows I am drowning in clothes that I put on 5 days ago I am drowning with hair so matted I can't brush it I am drowning in hunger wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1989585/ I feel alone I feel alone when I am alone I am feel alone when I am with family I feel alone when I am with friends I feel alone when I am in a sea of strangers  But I must remember that my feelings are not always correct That feeling alone is a cruel trick my mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1989583/ We were in a field of daisies You picked me But when you pick a flower  Its only option is to wither and die  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1989582/ Hello: Goodbye I'm Cold: My feelings are numb I'm Hot: All my feelings are burning me inside I'm Tired: My brain is sprinting marathons and won't shut off I am Going to Take a Shower: I am going to sit under the burning stream and pretend to drown I Cooked Dinner: I am not h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1989581/ The World Is Full Of Broken People  The daycare teacher, the one who always wears pink and giggles much too often, her niece just died last Tuesday in a horrific car accident. 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Before I was born all but one grandparent had passed and my own father had died a few short hours after my 9th birthday in the adjacent room. Animals floated in and out with old age and sickness. Ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1978764/ To count your scratches would be to count the memories of my childhood.Like the particuarly long one set to the right, from when I was learning to make dinner and cut my thumb.Or the long set blue mark, when I was so frustrated with math that I scribbled it all out and the ink bled through.The laugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1973731/ Mama, why are we so attracted to the snake and not the bee?Because my sweet girl, the bee always presents the threatening stinger while the snake hides his poisonous bite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1973706/ When you have writers block, you use a prompt. Oddly challenging prompt. 7 words per line in a 7 line poem about one of the 7 deadly sins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1972501/ Prompt - Write a poem including Smooth, Soothe, Work, and Dark within it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1972495/ My start of my freshman year we couldn't afford heat. Maybe thats why I am selfish with it now... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1971116/ Write what you know. Isn’tthat what they say? Write your experiences. So why can I only write about mydepression or the death of my father? Shouldn’t I as a person be able to write aboutmore than two experiences in my 18 years of life? I guess even.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1968952/ My first attempt at slam poetry. Not sure it turned out exactly but I am happy with it nonetheless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1962985/ Bang, bang, bang. I pound myfist until it is bloody against the wall in front of me. Red droplets run downmy hand and splatter against the tile. Oh how I wish my mind would follow suit.Being trapped within myself living with no resemblance to my old life. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1935995/ I beg you, please don’t snuff out the lightThe darkness that plagues you is thickBut when you crack, you burnAnd burn hotter than the sun.Without control, you are a suffocating breathYou forget there is a middle groundEither you blanket in black or shine bright enough to shield awayI beg you, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1932352/ This was written in 2015... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1932193/ Iambic pentameter poems are freaking hard... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1932192/ This was also, for my creative writing class. 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Alth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1932188/ I am a stone, long forgottenKicked aside, faceless yet uniqueHundreds like me but so differentI have seen thousands yet speak of noneAnd the rains pour upon me, without mercyChipping away, I strive to be myselfFrom me pebbles are splintered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1932185/ Do you ever feellike your life it's been a lie?Living in a daydream Blinded by the sightAnd the people you trustedTo open your eyesAre the onesKeeping you unaware of the nightThe secrets are the cause of your absolute sorrowThe sadness, the hurt, the pain of tomor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1762526/ The before version. the one I am more proud of. I had to revise because it didn't follow the assignments parameters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1762520/ A Revised school assignment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1762519/ The blizzard seemingly growled around the house as it ragedwar against the earth. I reached for the quilt that she never put back in theright place. I chuckled as I thought about all the memories with her in thishouse. I could see her smile, hear her laugh, and smell her perfume thatsh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1762518/ The war inside my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Monstersplagueme/1762514/