http://slow.writerscafe.org/ClosedEyesOpen The original writings of author ClosedEyesOpen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093335 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 just writing not that great but hey first time writing in a while http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/1052975/ I like it. Read and review for some thoughts on this. Thank you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/973781/ Just me writing Review appreciated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/819627/ Again just writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/787778/ I just sat down and wrote I'm not in that great of a mood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/787774/ I sat down and wrote and this is what came out of it i really like it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/782079/ about my cuz who has cancer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/774248/ She stands there looking at meA knife held steady in her right handThe point gleams The light plays with her featuresDistorts them with every breatheHer eyes are hauntingly beautiful in there depths of greensLips shaped exquisitely, cherry red in colorBlood red hair hanging long on her backHer voice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/746282/ I crumble FallBecoming nothing Can you become nothing?I have no ideamaybe. I feel like I canBut is it just a feeling?or Can you actually optainNothingness?sometimes... I WishI Could Just Dissapear. It would be greatTo not have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/741716/ Just writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/731728/ a flow of words that may or may not flow together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/731713/ She watches him pack his bagsStaring as he throws things downWalking away she refuses to turn aroundOut the door she goesRefusing to let him walk out on herShe walks out on him Outside She goes to the swing He was the one to hang it from that treeShe sits pushing off the gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/716534/ It slipsShattering insideI sit swinging my legs A blank stare holds my face togetherVoices every now and then drift to meFrom where, i do not know"hello?...can you hear me?"Yes i can hear uNow stop talking"Ashley?...please baby say something."I am saying somethingGo away...pleaseThey block my view w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/714946/ She sits in the middle of a half empty roomAs she replays her memoriesHer black hair covers her faceHer long bare legs crossed Indian styleHer scarred arms are limp at her sidesHer hands neatly placed in her lapThe door opens once moreShe silently screamsShe doesn't want to be played with today...Bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClosedEyesOpen/714383/