http://slow.writerscafe.org/wallflowerwriter The original writings of author Riley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776137230 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "But if you don't let them in, how can they love you? How can they expect a true happy ending if you set yourself up for failure by hiding?" she asked the moon. "You let them choose if they want their failire turned to gold," the moon smiled."The greatest gift of all, is loving. You did what you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2927130/ Something is wrong with my bodyI will yet, even still,work myself to the bonefor those I love.Three course dinners, housework, child work,pet work, emotionally exhaustingalienating, never to be free.Can't be alone, or drive,can't even shower without supervisionYet I push myself to the boneFor those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2850572/ These are about my struggles in adolescence. They are not pretty, and may be potentially triggering. It's also not meant to be a smooth flowing write. It's not cutesy or clever. It's true. And raw http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2804805/ You may be big But you are not less http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2801818/ What were you wearing?You should've given what he wantedThere's no way he would've done thatYou're a liarYou're a liarYou're a liarThat's all you'll ever beLittle do you knowHow hard it was to carry at fourteenLittle did you knowHow hard it was to get up after being hitHow hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2116386/ Look in the bottom of the glass, drown in the selfish need to forget.Cry me a river to float yourself down to the edge of where you'll crash and burn like you always do.It's like the mistress is stuck in the form of a bottle of beer rather than who's right in front of you, I'm right here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2116383/ In the way your heart mimicsthe breaths fogging our minds like clouds with smoke,we find our way lostin a whole other part of fear;igniting a torch of fire to see our reflections in the nightfinding a way out in the trail as we burn out.Follow after footsteps,but don’t fall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2084124/ Are we in loveOr do we lay in liesI can’t see my hand in my faceEverything is anything but I don’t want to close my eyesAnd wake up on the pavementSmashed through the window shieldDespite being paralyzedYou didn’t even put my seatbelt on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2084121/ Every squeeze On my wristBullet to the chestEvery justificationAny one could mumbleIt’s just a phase.Right?Every yellCurseScreamScareTearRiseAnd fall.As if a siren in the seaI sing a song of love and trust.You sing a song of lust.Surprisingly enough,I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2084118/ As if a scalpel has gotten under my skinPry me open for your entertainment,A crack into reality and down to ribsLigaments and tendons holding me together.Thinly connectedBarely breathingAny one beating.I try.You pry.You can’t just take any heartBut I can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2084117/ Curl upLet the petals crimpThe soft, supple petalsThe fumes welling into the vents,Occupy your lungs.Release.PleaseTake a deep breathDon’t let me go..Till death do us part,They fall piece by pieceYou fall in one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2084113/ A song sang beforeDays. Months. Years even;This is about a girl named Mockingbird.Mockingbird loved truly,deeply, passionately for all.Especially those close to herwhen she would fall.Those who would jumptried to save herSay you are hurtshe understands,She knows.O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2073396/ Rest your headclose your eyesdream a little dream of we.A dream of we,once lovelyyour dream of meonce tranquil.Open your eyes, nowWhat do you see?I see your dream of webundled up in the cornerscared and shadowedby doubt and memories.In your dream of me,now, what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2073392/ Your eyes as blue as the sky with sun.Flash to grey, a change in temperature,the darkness has only begun.You try to tell me to swimBut I drown in your acid rain.I’m sleepy and dreary,You make me return again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2073390/ People will contradict young love.they can't know for surewhat one heart feels for another. how one soul beats for each other.unless they're in the valvesthe soulthe very depths of two becoming one.It's not the passionate nights where your eyes flurry with lust,or the magical days where you go .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2044432/ Delicate beauty entices me to hold on,comfy and sweet.Hold on harder to a rose,you'll cut your hand.Apply pressure,a ghastly gash.Unsightly to see,yet still so lovely.Treat yourself like your hand;Let go of toxicity like a rose with knives for thorns. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2041356/ How many people are awake right now?are lying downwanting.losing sleeptired of counting sheep?falling into the bedsinking in their own head.imaginations hallucinatingeverything is easy.how many people live their dreamsstitched at the seams?jolting awakefrom the electricity.how many people actua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2037090/ When the sun says good night, and the moon says good morning;Let the moonlight win and let the sun flow within.When your heart starts to breakand the earth starts to shakelook at me for I will shine onbrighter than any cometWill you wish upon a shooting starcan you make your dream go far?Tell me,wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2037086/ In a different formAll blotches of color Some nights it was grey and whiteOthers it was bright red, purples,and fiery orangesOne day I almost gave upThe one dreamI was on a buildingI stared down for a whileI jumpedA bright red, purple, fiery orangedream catcher caught meUntil now I'm pieci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2034543/ We mix togetherto make something so nice.sugar and spicenaughty and nice;fire and iceopposing forceseach with a burneach with a heal.you go out as I melt.Maybe if we work together,we can turn to steam. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2034127/  one and onlyreplacedborrowedperhaps unwritten;unapologetically.thoughts unspokenbeaten, bruised peel from diluting.skin the shellthrow it away.rotting coresour flesh..you forgotthat I was on the counter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2031444/ As I meet up with my friendsI feel my vision start to blurmy words start to slurHe insists he's okay to driveI see the slight discolorationthe red in his eyes from all the beers he's hadI don't go in the car.I'm having a good time behind the carthe world starts to swirlMy friends faces bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2030823/ Up higha helicopter is awaynobody can find hershe's been missing for over a dayRunning until she finds the treeshe climbs until she reaches the canopylooking over the cityHer family, very worriedthey've been searching all day and nightNight turns coldshe can hear themdrawing more&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2029261/ Sing for mefor I know you canSing for meso I understandSing for meso I can touch each wordSing for meso I can hearSing for meso I can breathe your thoughtsSing for mefor I want to know,Sing for me,don't ever let go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2029251/ A step in the right directionup, down, back and forth,side to side.I only wish to find peaceyet it's the most impossible conceptwake upgrow upget over itforget itit's done look to the futureI want tobut why can't I?I'm trying to, the voice in my headat every thought of itscreaming"stop!"I feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2028968/ The most renowned of writingis always about fantasy worlds.set in a castle, a dungeon;Heaven or hell.we're attracted to the possibilityof what's not the normmake-believe storiespredictive happy endings.Every time we enter a doorwayand forget what we're doingor wake up from a dreamtrying to rememberA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2022772/ This poem takes a dark turn, you have been warned http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2022555/ We can only see what's on the outside.happy face, streak-free smiles.Why is it when we try our best,even that can't help.We can say we will help someonebut really we can't ever change their mind.It's like all things we do to ourselves flutter from the pages of our heartinto the ink in the pen o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2022428/ It's March 7thA little more than two months agoNo letters typedNo message sentNo text readNo insight 2,182 miles awayIt's always "how was your day""You're a brother to me"That make my day just a little bit betterMeetings from a cameraHappy chuckles.No more reflectionNo more affectionJust an emp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2021518/ Remember me, staying up past 3being 3 hours behind mealways there, even if we couldn't seechecking in, a simple helloa gratified smile.no feelings,no lustcompletely you and mebest friends to trust.secrets and shenanigansnever any brannigansEmpty words couldn't bringyouback if I triedRemember me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2021513/ Every single wordis now a lasera harsh, cutting reminderof everything you have caused.the orbs I once fell in love withare now empty sockets, a hellish soulI can not bare to look at youbecause you know you're guiltyand yet you smile,and laugh as if it's okayas if what you did was okayas if any word .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2018939/ You'll never understand what happens on the insideand that's okay. You're candy.     You're the sick beat of a song.       You're tea.         You're all things me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2018456/ I'll be your pillow,for all your blurry days;Glasses stained with goldand harsh black streaksalmost as if ash is smeared on your soul,your glasses suddenly glaringThe innocence will fadeyou'll realize the facadesBut i will be your pillow, for all your blurry days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2018171/ "So basically you feel when things improve they're just going to fall right apart again?""Yup. That's correct.""And why do you feel that way?""Because whenever things are going good, something, even if it's a flick of a flea in my direction, it changes my whole attitude.""So something as small as a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2017466/ Slowly, the wand is pulleda gentle actionwith such carefulness;no reactiona soft sigh, a gruesome breatheach bubbles leave results in death.But, what do we see in a bubble?for four split secondswe can see a rainbow,a clear glass,our reflectiona mirror of soap and waterwashes over our sins, our mista.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2015297/ A few questions are asked to a group of people,each asked by different individuals;"Why do we cry?"The ignorant answer "because we're weak."The young answer "because we're sad"The teens answer "because we're tired."The wise answer "because we are human."The self-absorbed answer "because we can, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2015294/ Trial and errorthe beginning release and strugglespebbles and raina boulder in the way,yet turned to dustChiba to the rescuethings astrewall is newto Sailor Moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2015291/ If I eat some cake,will I grow to size?If I drink from your vial,will it be all that lies?A tiny little door,a trap, a ployLittle pitter patters from footsteps of toysIf I let you in,will you flee and hide?Or will you find comfort,where you soon resideSecrets best kept shutlies kept awayDon't y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2012341/ It's chilly,and I'm brought back to the thoughts...any shelter is lostNo matter how many blankets,or layers of clothesIt's chilly.Cool, hard air penetrating meHow many people?How many times?How many thoughts?How many crimes?Why not?Why didn't you?Why couldn't you?Innocence permanently stretchedViola.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2012339/ This is a twist on "Second Chance" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2012281/ WARNING: This poem or short story involves depression and suicide. Please read at your own risk. You are loved. You are cared for. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2012043/ Whistling echoes through an empty burial grounda gray strain of notesReflections glimmer off of the moons beamsas if a mirror is reaching out to a new world.Church bells ring and chime,the sky dim and grime.I grow intolerant waiting for the sunmy job outdone.White wisps of a tainted fabricflutter ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2012035/ Beneath the brightnessembers and ashcome together.Floral patterns, whirls of webswithin an endless soulbluish shineMost heavenlyallow me to dwellan old fashioned thoughtSimilar in heart,immersed in golden light,awaken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2010761/ Beneath the refulgenceembers and ashcome together.Floral patterns, whirls of webswithin an abyssal soulcerulean shineMost supernalallow me to dwellan archaic thoughtSimilar in heart,immersed in rutilanceAwaken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2010465/ Within this workI write the truthBe it cold as stone,or harsh as steel.Why must we use technology?Innovative, convenience at our fingersThis is true.Teachers and guardians, attempting to improve this nationHold on, I just got a snap notification.Respect eliminated for our eldersWe rely on Facebook a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2010262/ Almost like a film,All of the layers are being peeledEach color decreasing in hue Only seeing yellows and bluesDark and greyPink is non existentBlack is consistentStepped on and kickedPulled from underneathJust attempting to breathe,But I'm young, what do I know?True to you, all is wellI was a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/2010258/ Why do we jump in our sleep?Night terrors and nightmares All cause screams. Fast hearts.Open your eyes, love.You're on a building. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/1994096/ All of these poems I will be adding within the next week or so, I'm considering writing a whole book full of my own poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/1994092/ I'm sipping from your favorite mugA sheet,A pillow?I'm sleep deprived.Chamomile helps. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/1994091/ All good things must come to an endHope, happiness, faith, dependency, individualityIt starts to fallLike the smallest bouncy ballTrying to get up, and upYet never reaching the topThe air catches usWe either rise or fallAnd like the bouncy ball,All good things must come to an end... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wallflowerwriter/1994089/