http://slow.writerscafe.org/burgCC The original writings of author C Burg en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033644 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem is a metaphor for how much we kill ourselves to be called poets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burgCC/1956952/ With a tear stained complexion she watched him leave. The love of her life, heading straight out the door. But she was trapped, she had no where to run anymore. Her previous life had finally caught up with her. Everybody wanted to see her dead, except for him.He was a protector, a knight of sorts. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burgCC/1922702/ When I remember who I wasThe hopelessness goes rushing back into my eyesThe hazel jewels scream out for some sort of rescueBut deep down I know the cries for help will never workA painful memory haunts my every moveEat less, you’re too fat.You’re stupid, you’ll never be educated.No.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burgCC/1919735/ This is my angry poem that I wrote for me, not for revenge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burgCC/1917901/ Just a little piece I'm still working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burgCC/1917899/