http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sbchristie The original writings of author Sbchristie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128578 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is my face.Take note of my inperfections.This is my, body.Watch it change with time. Here is the world.Take note of it's lies and defiance.Here is the earth.Watch it spin on Automatic. Here I am Alone.In a room tapped out in Billions.I can't pick up the phone and talk with you.To busy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/724425/ A table full of gold, you scream for the silver.I tried to deliver. Please forgive me.I'm broken, fallen humble. Naked on the floor. I beg you.Alice stay near me. You hate me, I can't stand you. But I can't live, with out you.Alice, sweet Alice.I watched you burn the tip of the knife&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/714815/ The hard cold streets of reality.Broken bottles, that once contained.Endless dreams. To this placeyour footprints have lead me.The sky moves by. With flames likefire. Ashes of rebirth, fall all around me. And I was fine. Trapped in my mind.in the paradise of white clouds andeverything at my fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/714814/ She spins around, arms wide open.While the world, crashes down.Some how she's holding on to something.A useless feeling. From the way, his eyes wouldsmile. Time slows down, she's high up above.The remains of what she used to be.A strange, little girl. Crooked smile.All she wanted was for someon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/714813/ I wrote this, using influence from someone I will always hold dear to me. Even though it's likely I will never get to touch his face... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/714809/ Driven awake many nights by the same recurring nightmare. Allent awakens on another night, to find her night terror has changed. Ever so slightly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706903/ Forever. We promise to love, live,hate, and remain united for this insane amount of time. But forevernever happens, only for some. People like to confuse living foreverwith a memory. Memories are like mountains, from a distance theyremain forever the same. But as the eye approaches the sum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706900/ Allent has been my imaginary friend from the ages of four to eleven. As I grew in to my tween years, she went from tea time to short stories. Her character grew up with me. This is her debut! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706894/ The sands of regret never flowed so freely from my hands.You taught me, how to see.Showed me it was okay to breathe.Ribbons so elegantly weaved into my flesh.Closing the wounds I made. Sealed them with a kiss, and you Promised.There is only us, and only this.I reached into the dream, that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706886/ I was feeling beautiful on the day I wrote this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706876/ I was asked about fame once, and this was my answer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706861/ This poem was actually inspired by Bill Kaulitz, lead singer of Tokio Hotel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706791/ I will raise my hands.Into the sky against the wars.I will  raise my hands.Into the sky in hope for peace.I will raise my hands.I will raise my hands.  I was born into the arms.Of a teenage mother.Grew up in the presence of myFathers shadow.My life isn’t perfect, butI am still h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706785/ I am broken.Truth be told I was never fixed.I am beaten.Still I can see the sky.And there is a breath inside.I am bruised.On the surface, painted pictures of black and blue.I am not dead.Still I'm one hot mess. Blurry eyed. I climb onto my knees.and continue my stride.Pulling the grou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706782/ I wrote this while I was going through some rough times in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sbchristie/706775/