http://slow.writerscafe.org/angelBlues The original writings of author Angel Bluestocking en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058299 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A puzzling description of what I'm feeling right now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/1710179/ It's an essay (of sorts) for to those who have liked someone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/1558132/ a personal perspective about Life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/1530546/ it's an epiphany. it came to me when i was idling, looking all my classmate's posts and i just sat there reading them all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/1010593/ a short story; about a man and his family. and the sad outcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/993559/ There was a girlWho fell in loveTo an angelFrom up above.She was mortal.He from heaven.And they wereFar awayFrom each other."Naive and untrue",That is what her friends said."Juvenile and stupid",That is what she fearedHer parents would say.Months and days moreThey sharedSweet words and promises.Then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/949450/ What does it feel To love And be loved?Does it feel Like the fairy tale stories We know?Loving and blissful. All with a happily ever-after?Like the way Cinderella met her Prince Charming.Like the way Snow White kissed hers.Or does it end All in heartbreak?Tragic and sorrowful.Like the time Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/948937/      Anxiety and excitement mixed in the pit of her stomach as she glanced back at her parents.     Her mom caught her gaze and smiled in reassurance.     Student's pose beside parents and administrators as cameras flashed and lights glared.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/845270/         "Good evening!! =))"        He smiled as he read the message and decides to humor her.        He answered back; "Nothing much. Just lying in bed. You?"      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/800325/ During our teenage years, we struggle with family, friends, studies, and, of course, budding love life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/800320/ Temptation.Oh, how good it will be.Simply to succumb to Death's invitation.A chance to fade and be forgotten.Though it be the coward's way;I would readily embrace my end and fade.Fade and be forgotten ---I feel that I wince from the very thought.Yet, I shudder with anticipation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/800318/ We walkSo grayWith flowersIn our handsAnd mourningIn our heartsAnd minds.We walkIn lineWith tearsIn our eyesAnd musicSo sadAnd slow...We walkAnd move onWith our loveLay in wakeWith memoriesIn our heartsThat's forever true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/795972/ I stand besideYour last footprints,Wondering;Where did you go?I hearThe mourn of birds.And seeA figureBeyond the blue,Blue sea.I squintMy eyesFiguring "Who?"Who could it be?And it was youWaving goodbyeSo earlyAnd why?I stand besideYour last footprintsWondering,Where did you go? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/795969/ Love rolls downOur eyesThinking,Why?Why you?Why not someone else?Why God,Took you awayWhen you lifeTruly began to start?"Why?", they cried."God, why?", they screamed.We look at youSleeping in your wake,Simply baffled;Simply grieved.Love rolls downOur eyesThinking,Why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/795966/ I said good byeNot in your bed;Neither in my head.I said good byeWhen you were alive.And alive,You were.So I stand here now,To say good bye.Not because your dead,Lying in your bed,'Cause your forever aliveIn my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/795963/ I wish we could go backTo the way things were.To the way it's been.I wish I could gazeAnd trace your face.To see you smileAnd wonder why.I wish with all my heartAnd God make it true.For two wishes new,Please make it true.I wish for a kissSo filled with bliss.I wish for a hugThat make a-tug.That make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/785562/ 3 wordsThat's making it hardTo breathe3 wordsThat make me wantTo scream.3 wordsIn my heartThey stay.3 wordsThat I wishto say.3 wordsThat means,I love you.3 wordsThat's allfor you.3 wordsThat's forever stuckIn my throat.3 words means,I love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/785549/ ReflectionsBlues is the moonAs I slumber.Soft is the breezeAs it caress.Sweet is the wordsAs you utter.Red is the sunAs the day begun.Warm is the earthAs it embraced.Bliss is the dayAs we part. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/780177/ I call upon the elements.I call upon the wind.The rain.The earth. Give me my wishAnd wash away the pain.Give me my wish.And wash away the regret.Give me my wish.And wash away the suffering. I call upon the souls.The damned.The struck.The lost.I call upon you all,For those who wishedBut nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/772808/ Why do we give so freely that God gave?It's not Life, I meant Love.We give it so freely that there comes a time that you were mistaken to give it. Nowadays, Love isn't given value.It only became a word; a vocabulary.Used everyday without knowing the true weight of what that word meant. Lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/772805/ Is it God given?Yes, without doubt.Is it as fragile as a flower a-bloom?Or strong like the building blocks of what we call home?Does it have a limit?If yes, then for how long?Or is it endless as we have read and believed?Is it just a gift and simply held?Or is it the light budding in the darkest hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/731836/ What is love for?It's simply an emotion.A ticket to vulnerability.It's nothing but a pain.Yet a sensation of bliss.It's just a thought formed and believed.Believed so well that we really thought it was real.Why must we let ourselves be weak by such an emotion?When all it cause is pain?It is an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/731832/ Would it be like a slumber from motion?Or would it be like a spell to eternity?Would it be like a kiss of eternal passion?Timeless and memorable.Or like the endless embrace of abysmal death?Would it be like an existence with no life?Or just motionless waiting to be revived? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/731771/ I wrote this when my friend/sister died. Our teacher called us suck-ups. I was so pissed at him that I wrote this. *at least I wasn't cussing* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/700954/ I have an avid fascination for morbid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/700910/ I wrote this during Valentines. A thought occurred as I lay in my bed in the morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/700726/ It is the definition of Friendship to me. I wrote this during our Values Ed. Back when my friend Alyssa was still alive. *This is for her and my sisters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelBlues/700695/