http://slow.writerscafe.org/tete2017 The original writings of author tarah morris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027235 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She fellShe fell hard,harder than before.She can feel herselfslipping into the black pit of the unknown.She's trying to fight the demons inside,but for how much longer?She fellThe depression hit hardthis time around. Shes slipping deeper and deeper into theocean of tears. Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/2772371/ Don't know what to name this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/2772369/ A year ago on October 31st, I lost a friend to suicide. For the year that I have known her, she was a bright, fun, sassy and energetic person. She was the third person to take her life away so young but I know she is in a better place now... As I sit here today, remembe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/2074807/ I had a dream last night,it was about the first day you laideyes on me and said “I’m taking youhome with me.” I had a dream last night,it was about the day the process got finalized for you to takeme home forever. I had a dream last.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/2065277/ Today,On July 13th, 2018 at 10:48 A.M.Me and Mom visited your graveAt the cemetery.The sight we saw were two white daisies Growing right by your headstone. Today, marks Eight years, One monthand twenty-one days since you passed away.My heart and soul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/2064868/ Trapped in her head,trying to escape memoriesof a life she never had.Fear of confronting her worst pain,fear to face that day, She is sure to go insane. Hatred building up for so long,guilty of a life lived so wrong. A day without remembrancewill never pass.A day for death will always.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1984846/ Is it a crime,For wanting to Be happy again?Is it a crime,For wanting to Speak what you feel?Is it a crime,To want to Be yourselfAll the time?Is it a crime,For trying to Make your dreamsCome true?Is it a crime,To cry over The loved ones That has passedAway so suddenly?Is it a crimeFor trying to Prot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1982465/ There once was a young man who crawled.He thought he was rather so-called.His name was Sam.He found the program.He couldn't say no to the appalled. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1982338/ I dont know just a bunch of nonsense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1982057/ Yeah, yeahAyo, Donald, it's time.It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin).Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap.The compass drops deep as does my leg.I never snooze, 'cause to snooze is the grandmother of egg.Beyond the walls of knickers, life is defined.I think of love when I'm in an Australia st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1981823/ See the soaring of the singer,I think he's angry at the stringer.He finds it hard to see the alligator,Overshadowed by the merry operator.Who is that stalking near the octopus?I think she'd like to eat the puss.She is but a sharp child,Admired as she sits upon a stepchild.Her plump car is just a sur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1981820/ My random sheep, you inspire me to write.How I hate the way you chirp, skip and bounce,Invading my mind day and through the night,Always dreaming about the yellow jounce.Let me compare you to a cute sawdust?You are more feathered and more attractive.Quaint heat toasts the fledged frolics of August,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1981819/ There once was a young lass called Jane.She said, "See the lovely vein!"It was rather poor,But not quite force majeureShe couldn't say no to the disdain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1981817/ I honestly dont know what this is lol ! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1981799/ A crazy School create above the calm homeeverywhere, the School adjustthe home assist upon a careful grandma http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1981794/ wrote this when i was going through stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1981021/ My dad's name http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1981011/ this poem is about me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1980813/ A baby girl kept from sightCrying in the middle of the nightShe fears that others will sense the shameBut was she really to blame?This baby who was filled with beliefCould not from him seem to find reliefShe feels so dirty with her clothes which are toreWhen she is laying in her bedThis child lost h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1980803/ I love you Dad! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1980784/ INT. HATFIELD HOUSE, ENGLAND - AFTERNOONLoving computer programmer Ms Sally Parker is arguing with modest psychiatrist Mr Kevin Cox. Sally tries to hug Kevin but he shakes her off.SALLY:  Please Kevin, don't leave me.KEVIN:  I'm sorry Sally, but I'm looking for somebody a bit braver. Someb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1980042/ A strong fellow, or so I should put He walks around with iron footThe mind of a genius, yet in The heart they must defendKind and caring as all can seeProtective soul of his students he is,Always watching behind open doors, Scouting the hallway and upper floors. In his defense, one would note This f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1980041/ Lucy was the most excited she had ever been when she got home from school last Friday. Lucy had been looking forward to taking a trip with mom to the local toy shop ever since she got the brilliant news last Friday, and now the day was finally here! Lucy was going to buy a brand new cuddly dog toy w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1980026/ When I was a child, your hand kept me safe from harm.Now that I am bigger it is your strength that is part of your charm.When you're sitting in your chair teaching me about life,This makes the hours pass by so easily.I couldn’t have asked for a better dad.The memories of playing are irreplacea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1980024/ Quite dazzling beyond the flockYou battle flying goats behind the treesBe transparent. The knight is fleeingEvil and splintering against the flockWe prod lustful rubes in the sky Take cover! The monster keeps goingAll desirous under the windYou converse with desirous flames in the mudWe reach! The p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1979382/ I am shy, scared and curiousI wonder what heaven looks like I hear a knock on my doorI see you standing there, dadI want to have more time with you I am shy, scared and curiousI pretend that I am up in heaven watching wrestling with youI feel the warmth of your hugs and kisses I touch your hands and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1979379/ Max absolutely loved dinosaurs. His favorite things to do are; playing with his toy dinosaurs, watching them on the TV or at the cinema and reading about them in books. Max was really excited today though, because today was the day that mommy and daddy were taking him for a trip on the train to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1978135/ Once upon a time, Logan and his pet giraffe called Cooper were playing in the garden. It was a sunny day and they were having lots of fun. They were having a picnic on a huge patchwork blanket laid out on the grass, eating their favorite food... Pretzels! A little while later, big dark clouds began .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1977868/ A year ago, there was a little baby boy who was a peanut named Peter. Peter was placed in a candy store with his brothers and sisters. Over the year, all of his brothers and sisters were able to find a home, everyone but Peter. He was still left at the candy store waiting for someone to give him a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tete2017/1976710/