http://slow.writerscafe.org/RedRandomRager The original writings of author Amber Kelleher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043741 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hand-in-HandWhen you cry it saddens meWhen someone walks by you wipe away your tears with your shirtYou say you're fine but it’s clear to seeYou tell me you're fine but I can tell that you're hurtThe way you smile can fool manyBut when I look in your eyes the sadness is clearPlease tell me wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedRandomRager/1921061/ There's always that unknown about a personPeople want to know my unknownThey think they know everything about meBut little do they know that my entire life is the unknownThere’s so much I want to tell themOnly if I could take the time of telling them that I want to get to know them againSo man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedRandomRager/1921059/ Round and around on a carouselLove is not fairLife isn’t fair as wellThis is something I can’t bareRound and around like a horse on a carouselI hate life and life hates meMy tears could fill a wellI’m in pain if it’s not plain to seeEmotions going around like a carouselSuffer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedRandomRager/1916293/ Going DullI try, and try but just can’t succeedI fall, and fall but just can’t standI push, and push but just can’t do the deedI wish, and wish but just can’t understandAs much as I try nothing worksAs much as I fall I will always fall againAs much as I push I can’t fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedRandomRager/1915144/ No ClueI fell for himIt’s making me confusedHe’s just a friend, or is friend the antonymI thought love for guys was defuzedI guess notI guess I love BenBut why, knowing I cannotIs it because of the things we said thenI need helpThis feeling is familiarBut i'm afraid to feel it, I’m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedRandomRager/1915142/ Red is the anger you let out. Red is fear trying to escape.Red smells like burning skin when you touch something hot.Red sounds like someone screaming in pain.Red looks like someone dying on the inside.Red feels like fire burning something you love.Red tastes like blood from a cut when no bandaid is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedRandomRager/1910370/ Roses are RedThe thorns are painfulBury it on my death bedBecause love is pitifulShe sure was a beautyturned by a beastShe used to be a cutieLiving in the eastOnly knowing peaceAlways full of hopeConfused when it all died in a leaseHappiness was stripped from her with a ropeShe died f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedRandomRager/1910369/ I am not done with the story so this is to be determined http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedRandomRager/1879267/