http://slow.writerscafe.org/ThatWriterKenzi The original writings of author YoungWriter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026859 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I look around,all I see is pain...The waterfalls keep flowing,the tiny droplets of little rain...There's nothing to stop,the feelings that are inside...There's nothing to stop,the feeling that I've died...As I look around at the many different faces,I begin thinking of j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1827843/ my brains function,it was once at a miraculous pace.now it all jumbles together,making writing difficult to face...my words are becoming confused,and it feels as if it's just in my head.which is ironic to say really,because I feel close to brain dead...I could once write three po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1811040/ If you were ever to be looking for me,I'm the one with the delusional mind.The one with the high standards,but the low qualities.I'm the one with the hollow effect,and the vast imagination.The one whose whispers were cooing,where as all I say is held faint.If you were ever to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1807773/ This world is coming to an end,Wars break out causing destruction.Violence is a rule beginning to bend.Causing rallies and such to become an eruption...They all begin to gather and protest..Specifically about the wrongs and the rights.They all turn into suspects,As for they cause the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1801887/ I refuse to let them control what happens..But I accept what they give me and take the rations.Dedicating my lonesome time,I am a prisoner of the soul.I dedicate my lonesome time..To contribute to this business that's a crime.Giving my safety,I am a prisoner of the soul.I give my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1801316/ It never runs through my faded and broken mind..why you say one thing and then mean another?then again I suppose, between us, there's no document signed...and say there was, you'd find a way to recover.you were supposed to be my Romeo..and I your Juliet..you said you loved me then forg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1797651/ now as I sit here,I am crouched in a corner...I wish to disappear..as of now, I am a mourner...they cut them into pieces..they shredded up their hearts..the life of them ceases,they then used the body parts..they were roasted over a fire,while being poked and prodded..they we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1796438/ Silence.Silence is all I hear.No crickets chirping,I strain my ear..But silence disappeared..As for there was a noise..The quietness was suddenly seared,It woke the creatures making them poise...They looked around frantically to find the source..They all stepped out of their bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1796353/ Silent rainsilent painit's not all in my brainit's insaneprofanityinsanity clarityare words you will never knowyou try to go long distance but you can't throwit doesn't make sensewhy keep us in suspense?what's the reason of the hints?stop being offended and do the side .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1795931/ why spend Sunday's wasted for God? here's my thought in a rap for all of y'all •••••••••••••••••• what happened to the old fashioned black and whiteI forgot, there was a huge fightever heard of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1795929/ they say you will one day grow oldyou grew up to see everything unfoldyou went to funeralsfor your motherfor you fatherit was unfortunate as for you were their daughter you watched them crumble and fallyou watched them stumble and callthey called for you but you never would com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1795922/ they all expect us to be lively, successful, and carefreethey all expect it to come from meI can't be something that I'm notI can't be something that you boughtyou can't return me and I'm sorry for the wastebut I'm not that bad am I? to be returned and replaced?I can't help who I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1795920/ It's difficult to understand: A woman moves into a neighborhood to find an "abandoned house". She walks in and has memories she's never had before. Then the house disappears. It was her imagination. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1795919/ I walked out of the restaurant a flashback coming to mind it was a memory to haunt it was a sight to make me blindI remember boarding the planeasking my daughter Janeif she was going to go insaneshe was excited, as for it was her first tripbut she had something in store for her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1795918/ why...is what I pleadI see you love again....only to fall, hurt, and bleedyour heart turned coldI did what I could to unfold...I tried to tell you that I'm sold..I'm sold...you waltzed in to have eyes as brown as the leaves...you waltzed in making me shiver in sleeves I loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatWriterKenzi/1795916/