http://slow.writerscafe.org/shaylasayer The original writings of author Shayla Sayer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041480 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I havent been on here in forever, hope you like this newer style I have been experimenting with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/1267991/ "a war within" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/1015542/ (goodnight kisses are sometimes taken for granted...) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/1011095/ Worlds Apart, But a Dream Away Kisses in the darkYou lay alone, alone What is to be doneWhen beside you the sheets are cold? What is to be saidWhen time is short And all you really want to doIs hold them? Words fail.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/995402/ Protect Her Box Every girl is given a box, at birth.It isn’t a terribly embellished box, not at first. Over time, each girl takes her boxAnd decorates it, without knowing it.Some have lace, others jewelsAnd some have foil or glitter.Once your box is dec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/991508/ At Least When I Close My Eyes, I Can SmileI look at the sky and see no starsAnd the Moon seems dim tonight.Tears blur the vision I still haveBlinded by love? Or maybe just hindsight.I tie my heart to an arrowAnd shoot it straight into the skyHopefully when it lands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/977703/ Silent Scarlet Tears Tiny red mouths gapeHungry, they crave my caressThey want more, moreBut there’s only so much I can give themBefore I can only give myself.Even then, even then…It isn’t enoughAnd they cry out for moreSoundless mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/969926/ that fear of losing what you treasure in life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/964764/ a smile that means nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/956452/ Those without a firm grasp on reality... They seem to come in-and-out, like a radio with bad reception. I hope I captured that well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/954082/ My flaws don't make me perfect, they make me, ME. And that's who I want to be, no matter what. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/952616/ wrote in one sitting... just sat and wrote. wasnt even aware i was rhyming until the third stanza. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/950745/ I generally write about darkness.... Time to write about hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/943069/ a poem for peter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/938472/ Buried Alive Just stop! You’re falling apart! It’s destroying you slowly… The voices you hear, their words and phrases, the tilts and lifts of nonexistent vocal cord fluctuations, it’s all in your head. It’s a creation that your mind made up to deceive you, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/937368/ Losing Time Have you ever found yourself longing for something, so bad, that it feels like nothing around you is happening? Like, the world passes you by in a blur, while you sit, staring at a void where there was once happiness? You reach out to touch it, to grab ahold of what is no longer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/936650/ Fate Sealed With A Kiss A kiss that stops just short of a heartMisses and collides with a wallThat once erectedWill never withdrawal. Living in slow motionScared to move past the restYou start to blend into the walls around youShapes molding to fit your surroundingsAf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/929291/ Some Things Are Better Than Toys My dad is a lot like Santa ClausHe brings happiness to those who lack joy.Smiles are hard to come by, these daysAnd my dad is specialHe shares his. My dad is a lot like Santa ClausHis laugh fills the entire roomAnd ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/838889/ for the Creative Writing challenge, halloween edition... My Vampire i chose was Louis de Pointe du Lac from Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/801191/ forbidden fruit...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/801175/ im not sure where this came from. feedback is welcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/796062/ I’ve placed neon band aids on my heartTrying to keep myself from tearing it apartPerhaps in pieces, it won’t hurt so bad.Maybe without it, I won’t be sad. Spiders thread dissolves, once in contact with tears,And falling petals personify, my greatest fears.My hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/795126/ 30 day self harm challenge  1. How long have you been self harming? Discuss why you started.I started self-harming back when I was ending 8th grade. It began as a test, I wanted to end it, and I was trying out how hard it was to cut skin with a razor blade. One line turned into another, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/792224/ The ceiling closes inA child will die tonightStripped from the innocenceand purityA soul, forever tarnishedRemains, bearing testamentTo a war that was lost.Why did the shadowsAllow a survivor?Unwarranted slaughterIs their rally and battle cry…Why leave one life to be lived.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/790645/  What is requiredTo tempt a man?What must one doTo tear from another his very beingIn which lies his morals and beliefs?What is required To corrupt that whichIs unbearably pure?A tight figureAnd full lips…Seductive movementsAnd inviting eyes?What does it takeT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/786123/ I fell asleep holding your handBut awoke with no one there.Afraid of the lonelinessThat suddenly crashed down uponMy half-asleep head…I close my eyes forcefullyAttempt to block out the soundsLeft by the absence of you.The silence emanates from the air around the bedBirds do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/781362/ Perhaps falling in the future may be a bad idea.I stand on the edge of the chasmThe chasm of oblivionAnd stare into its dark blue depths.I stand here, after crawling out of the very same chasmOnly moments agoAnd I look, and admireFor I miss its all-encompassing hold.I love itI want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/781359/ I thrive in the extremes.I have yet to learn how to hold you near,But keep you away from my heart…So I simply do as I have taught myself.I’ve never been one of those girlsWho throw tidbits of their soulAt the ground by their feetIn hopes of luring in a catchWorth working.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/781354/ i wrote this poem for my younger brother, who is "drowning" himself in drugs and alcohol... this poem is a tribute to him, although it is unlikely that i will ever show it to him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/775541/ His grip is strongCommanding and possessive…But not in a bad way.I do not feel owned, as an object would be…I just feel adored.As if… something in his embrace is rightAnd… it feels good.Which is surely a change.My head is buried in his chestBut I pull ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/756817/ for the title a week group http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/746717/ to the topic "Where I am From" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/733998/ i wrote this instead of writing the required 6-page essay for my english final. the topic...? "what have you learned in high school?".... enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/731035/ my attempt at a slightly erotic poem..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/729533/ The voices singingThe bells are ringingWas there a baptism, today?Another soul savedAnother line on the chalk boardTally marks to buy your way into a heavenThat never truly existed.Who was it? The peasants whisperWho was saved today?No one answersFor only peasants dare to askFo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/726549/ the flower bleedslife is drippingfrom its stembut--my handgrips it tightertightercrushing all hopeof recovery.the flower bleedsi hand the flower to himmy lover smilesbut inside he dies...i am the causeof his destruction.the flower dieswiltingi smile--this is the onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/723488/ i wrote this one for a boy who is always getting picked on at school. its basically about hight school... i know its probably not my best but :)... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/723487/ its times like thesewhen im laying next to himmy head on his chesthis arm around my shouldersand both our eyes are closedits times like thesewhen i know what love iswhen i realize just how lucky i amto have a manwho is not afraid to careand show her careswith the most simple ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/723483/ a spinoff of the little prince... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/723482/ a throne standslonesomefor none sit upon itmade of starsand moondust--it hovers in the frigid night airlonesomeit exists, yes--but that is allfor none are asride itand therefore--is it really even real?lonesome--angels flock around itlike pidgeonsround an empty park ben.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/723478/ red is my heartlying there on the floorblack is the shadowhovering by my doorbefore it can enteri must invite--but i shall speak no greetingfor it migghtbe my nightmares incarnatemy one greatest fearfear of drowning, fear of deathfear of losing everything dearcould i-- would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/723476/ A moonchild sits, so lonesomeOn a swingset in a park nearbyDeserted�"it isScary�"it should beBut he shines with a lunar glow.A light that emanates from insideFrightening all nightmares awayWhen sleep eludes meI travel not so very farTo swing beside a moonchi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/723475/ white are the eyes--that gaze unseeingred is the heart--that keeps on beating.blue is the sky--we're still believing. white is a purity--an innocence long lostred is the blood--that flows without a costblue are the survivors--that survive the winter's frost. whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/723474/ she dancesimmune to their staresto the catcalls, the whistleslily dances.she smiles, even asher tears leak throughforcefully closed eyelidsshe acts like she's obliviousbut as each cloud begins to thunderher dreams have no home.but, then again, neither does she.lily on the tab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/722872/ what if He can hear youeverytime you say please...what if He sees youwhen you're down on your knees?but tell me--what if He cant?what if He closes His heart, His mindwhether you give thanks or rant?what then?will you still send up a prayer?will you still drop to your kneesif He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/722162/ I died in your arms last nightCrouched beside you as my feet first turned to glass Then to sand.A backwards, messed up cycle Ah-but such is the life of one such as iOne who tries only insomuch that she knows she will failOne who loves expecting heart break.I died here last night.Lad-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/721395/ My womb has dried up My children�"Hope and Faith�" Have gone away from me now Fled on the slippers I gave them In dresses I sewed Until my fingers were bloody and raw And my tears stained the fabric. I can bear no more children Although I am a virgin still&#201326604.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/718936/ for the Title a Week group http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/717436/ So much for loversNow we’re barely even friendsI can’t figure out where I went wrongWho’s to blame when the whole world ends?Fires destroy everythingThat hasn’t already been rendered to dustAnd free will has disappearedOnce “wanting to”�".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/717095/ I am a windflowerBlown across the worldI have no home. I am a windflowerI cannot chose my pathI neither lead nor follow. I am a windflowerI exist only in dreamsI was never real. I am a windflowerPulled by an invisible leashI will never know my master.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaylasayer/717094/