http://slow.writerscafe.org/Olivia22 The original writings of author Olivia C. H. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004714 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted... All the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/728637/ What is this-This seeming 'mortal coil'?You can pryAnd tearAnd yet never really be free of it.Why do we fight what we know we can be certain of-Between our birth and our deathAnd everything that comes in between?To this end,We falter.We burn.And fret,And feel.Then grow and learnThat we need to aspir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/700743/ Life is bitter,Like citrus.Your hands shake.You can say what you want,But I know what you mean.You can say it's not right.You can say it's not right.And it's not.These faces are cold,Like frost.Your hair stands on the back of your neck.They can say what they want,But I know what they mean.They can s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/700727/ Follow the lives of Beck Kitrick and Cara Finch, who live in the same sleepy town of Bethany, but they lead completely different lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/696112/ Nonsensical ramblings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/696081/ I hate this room.It's so fake.Looks like it's happy and tidyBut it hides a mess.Like a haunted house with new paint-Toys and dolls, like any girlHides the empty inside me.This empty feeling I hate.They didn't take pictures after "it" happened.She didn't want to remember that time, I guess.In all the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/696080/ I stare blank at my bare virgin armsSo unwritten, So empty.That's me-Unwritten.Empty.Just one cutDear God, I promise that's all I'll do.And one white pill, that's all I'll take.That will be enough for me.That will ease the hurtAnd reveal the secrets I attempt to keep.I stare blank at my unforgi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/696078/ An apology. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/696076/      You can never forget his eyes. They are the type that sees right intoyour soul. That’s what I thought the very first time our eyes met. Once theyhad you, they kept you.            He wasn’t what I had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/695642/ To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/695421/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/695420/ Something I wrote about someone who seems to be everywhere I turn. It's interesting how someone fades into the background until you see them in an entirely new light. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia22/695283/