http://slow.writerscafe.org/beccabutler The original writings of author BeccaB en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004980 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 feelings can be the worst thing about being a human at times http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/1104143/ it can come when you least expectit can be such a beastbut it's very hard to stopespecially when it happens a lot it can come when your sad, angryor up in your roomit can come in the showerwhen it's hotor when it's coldeven when your realy old http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/819013/ "you shouldn't be ashamed"but it was me that was blamedmaybe it was mei was still standing like a treeblowing on my hairthere i stood bare as i grew, i knewthis should never happen to youbut if it does you can sayit doesn't have to stay this way i survived i'm alive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/819008/ That time of the might is here againI can't get to sleep, it's such a pain It's 11.50Not even feeling drifty Why can't i sleep?Not even a peep It can't be how i'm feelingCoz all the cracks are sealing Might be the underhand communicationWhen other k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/736441/ It was long ago, but it's all coming backI had pushed it to the back of my mindSo why did i have to find it now When they touched me like they didWhen they hit me, when they threatened meIt's all coming, hour by hour, day by dayIt's all coming back It was a long time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/736433/ Why do you come to me?Why not the criminals Why do you follow me with your friend fear?Why do you make me cry so many tears? Pleas tell me what makes me bad?What makes you get so mad?Leave me aloneI need to be on my own http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/736429/ Sitting all aloneLots to decide Thinking about my lifeNot a lot's right But should I let it Stop me going on... Maybe yesAnd maybe no Either wayI'll never know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/736426/ I hear the blood throbbing through your veinsYou seem to notice meAnd realise the painI have terror in my eyesAnd horror in my soulYet you stand there defiantYour hair as black as coalI see you bathed in an elegant lightWon't you come release meFrom my eternal fight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/736208/ Tinker tailor knife impalerWet stone head stone morsel meGrinder blinder cutlery winder Sharp the blade and eat for free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/734254/ Pools of sadness beneath happy eyesThe fear of people hearing criesHad to tell so many liesHad to say so many good byes Can a new pain take away an old pain?Can a knife take a life? Self hated and punishementAm I straight or am I bent?They don't see the dirt i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/731223/ There was a little girlThought she saw the devilThought she didn't understandWhat was going to happen Fear all aroundEven on the groundPeople shouting real loudThere was such a crowd There was a little girlThought she saw the devilLeft torn apart, sad and all alone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/731193/ I have fought against the poodle with his gory, deadly paws;I have faced the fearsome kitten, wild and bony,And somehow I've evaded the enormous chomping jawsOf the frighteningly ferocious Shetland pony. My triumph o'er the rabbit is now sung throughout the land,And men still speak in whispers .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/731175/ Eureka! yelled the girlStillness is boring Meditation is different http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/730549/ In candent ire the solar splendour flames; The foles, languescent, pend from arid rames; His humid front the cive, anheling, wipes, And dreams of erring on ventiferous ripes. How dolce to vive occult to mortal eyes, Dorm on the herb with none to supervise, Carp the suave berries from the cresce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/730546/ coping is a wonderfull thing ^_^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/729456/ For each day that comesThe sun goes down For each night that comesI'M wrapped tight in frightHoping that I have the strength in mind to get rid of the pain of beingA nobody When each time I'm sick with trying to find the answerAnd crying when tryingTo find the courage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/724533/ Sometimes I think of life As a long, winding river We struggle for years to reach the endAnd eventually when we do we die So often we askWhat's the point? But i never get and answer... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/724350/ I tried so hard to explainAll the things going on in my head They wouldn't listenOr even pretent They say they careI fail to see how They laugh and they frownAnd say "yeah, whatever" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/724347/ I found this in my diary from when i was younger and being bullyed looking back on it i felt realy alone and like a loner http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/723770/ a personal pice about hope for a future http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/723767/ a pice about desiddion making and how it effects a young minde http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beccabutler/723709/