http://slow.writerscafe.org/Burnride9 The original writings of author GreenQueen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016654 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was always hard to imagine what it would be like to have a normal family, and then it happened... sort of. After such a long time of everything going badly and things always being blown out of proportion, everything went quiet. You were kicked out for just under a year because of what you did, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1507707/ It's dark, it's cold,I'm feeling slow, I'm feeling old.I've been built up I'm breaking down,the autumn wind blows through my town.The season comes to freeze my heartto take and tear my soul apart,but in my shield of ice and snow,I'll wait for you way down below.A candle at my bedside,your picture at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1409196/ Maybe out of touch,maybe out of luck,but let me tell you that tonight,I'll keep you in my line of sight.Keeping watch while you breathe peace,giving up your worries, a sweet release.The fire burns in the night,and throws shadows like fishing lines,lost and missing souls, all but bright,roaming stree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1388469/ I hate what I've done,and who I've become.I can't contain so I berate,what others don't appreciate.A broken mirror distorts my face,leaves exposed my empty space.Years gone by, can't fill this void,maybe I'm just paranoid.Shiver, shake, in corners hide,the truth be told to you I lied.Look ahead and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1387992/ I want you to feel this.I want you to reach into my soul,and feel this explosion,this ecstasy. The feeling you get when you're free,when you break the ice,when the weight is lifted,when you know the answer.That pulse, that vibration of pure joythat radiates through your body.That's what I'm fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1276513/ There's a feeling that I just can't kick,when I think of you my stomach flips,a pain that I just can't describe,it sits deep down and hides inside.I can't tell you how I feel,because to you it might not be real,I'm not sure if you feel how I do,if you carry with you these shades of blue.A box that's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1258574/ I cannot put into words,verbalize the way you make me feel,it's like you woke me up from death,and taught me what was real.You showed me what it was to laugh,and smile without even trying,you sang me songs of love that lasts,and I knew that you weren't lying.You hold me close,you keep me warm,you ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1090121/ Today.Today was... different.Today was something else,something I haven't seen for miles.The day was long,the time took a while,nobody asked "what's wrong?",or questioned my smile.It was something else,something to remember,a memory on my shelf,of how I can be stronger.For so long I was broken,and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1065076/ Can I wear a mask?Can I...Should I...Will I?I need to change,it's been too long,there's such a wide range,of what is wrong.I've got no more answers,no more stories to tell,no lights for the fixtures,no solutions to sell.I'm back to where I came from,back before you,back to square one,what else can I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1064538/ When I see your smiling faceit makes me wonder why,why I felt the way I did,and why I had to lie.Why the hell did I leave you?Why didn't I just stay?It's a complicated story,I wanna throw my mind away.There's a reason that we're over,and I'm never coming back,I won't find another lover,I just can't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1064263/ Now I understand,what it's like to see,in the palm of my hand,a sea.An ocean dripped out black as night,yet red as blood and filled with fight,a dose of liquid bravery,lost in my dishonesty.Now I see what words were meant,wrapped in the box you would have sent,had I been more careful,been more caref.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1062088/ A girl and her guitar.Alone in this room, this room in the school.With the acoustic cones,that everyone says look cool.She laughs to herself,and thinks of a song to play,oh how she wishes...to play herself away.To become lost in that strum,flying free like the music that flowed so freely.That flies .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1061552/ She sat next to the toilet, pitiful and on her knees, eyes red and watery from the strain. The rancid stench filled her nose, and as she inhaled it, she wanted to be sick again... but she had nothing left inside her, nothing but emptiness. She wiped her mouth with toilet paper and washed her hands w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1054600/ It's a vicious circle... the cycle of tears. Spend months letting the sadness build, and then at a random moment when you might not even be sad, it'll spill out. A tear could fall in class, it could drip onto the keyboard, maybe when you're going to sleep at night, a few will leak out on your pillow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1045414/ The moment can be crazy,the expectation can be met,the vision can be hazy,and could lead to regret.Keep your innocence, my love,and soon you'll come to find,that visions send from above,are naught but in your mind.when a dream becomes reality,and a heartbreak rings most true,ill follow the broken tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1023878/ the Thunder. It reminds me... reminds me of you.Of me.Of.. us.Summer nights in rainstorms, kissing under the moon.Both thinking as we closed separate doors,we'll see eachother soon.Years have passed, weve grown and shared,remembering the past,before we really cared.too naive to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1021834/ burning bridges breaking heart,missing pages in my book,the incomplete part,its so hard to look into your eyes,afraid youd see through my disguise.keeping secrets telling lies,the tears well up behind my eyes.bite marks on my hands, in the corner in the dark,bit myself so I could feel, the numb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1021751/ my broken lovewe stand so closesome daysso far apart.the restless heart within youwill not let us stay apart.I know youll never tire of meit shocks me to the core in me im not sure what you seeI thought by now youd be bored.something keeps you waiting,I dont know how or whyive given you no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1018159/ The reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1017077/ Funny how the world turns,how the pages curl and burn,mindless acts and childhood pacts,soon enough we all will break,what we promised we'd set out to make.Funny how a single word,can send you flying like a bird,or crush you down into the dirt,dust creeps in and makes you hurt.Funny how it's funny u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1015175/           Jane pulled into her usual parking space at the precinct, and shut off the engine. She slipped her feet back into her shoes, Jane liked to drive barefoot, it helped her relax. Walking into the building, she swung a left into the stairwell, Jane didn't like the elev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/1000514/ The room was gloomy, and the air had a damp quality to it. She wrinkled her nose and set down her one quilted bag, and a small suitcase. This would have to do, for she didn't have a choice. She had no idea where she was going, but she knew it would never be the same as the life she had known before... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/994139/ 12 years ago, a little boy was playing ball in his home, and he smiled when the ball bounced off the wall back to him, content in his lone nature, unlike most children and this day and age.  This was no ordinary little boy, however, this little boy heard things in his head. Every once in a whil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/990896/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/990885/ Like I found my other half,a twin of me,mirror of myself,my heart is free.Not weighed down by doubt or worry,I'm thinking of tomorrow,waiting to see your beautiful eyes,a smile that makes me melt inside.I hope this takes the right road,because everybody knows...That this is real,it's the Way you mak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/988098/ What did I do to make you so angry?What did I do to make you not care?When will you realize that this isn't how it should be?When will you realize that this isn't fair?How can I explain when you don't stop to listen?How can I explain when you don't give a s**t?What words can I say that will stick in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/985166/ Red numbers flash in the darkness of my room,I wish the morning would get here soon,It's the night before the first day of school, and I'm too excited to keep my cool.I get up early, brush my hair,wondering which faces I know will be there,wondering what new people I'll meet,slipping a new pair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/985091/ The silence ruptures. An explosion.Hurling her mind into a hurricane,she's blinded.One of those hopeless moments,when she doesn't know what to do,but something that she always has,is a friend like you.Whether it's night or day,or day or night,you'd always come around,you'd hold her in your arms.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/985058/ A shining tear falls on a crack in my soul,dries like paper mache, only covering the hole.Broken wings I try to fix with glittering glue,only to find that the cracks still show through.Shiny plastic coverings, to hide my secrets and other thingsRecently I've come to find,I can't just leave thes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/985042/ From the day she met him, he was in her mind.They passed each other in the hallway, and she just couldn't leave the image of his face behind...he wore a smile... but it wasn't real, it didn't spread from ear to ear, and in his false laugh, the emptiness she could hear.She noticed in his eyes, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/982295/ The chances in life, and how they effect everyone... especially children who don't understand the way of the world yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/980014/ In the love we find... there is something that can never be replaced. Something so hard to explain, yet so simple to see; so difficult to define, yet it's right in front of you. We don't realize it until it's gone.Love... is a place that stops time. True love, that which you find once in a lifetime,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/972272/ The Night That it Rained... It was so loud... so loud that the piercing scream became a tranquil silence. The explosion of rage had long since penetrated the walls and leaked out to the air, the air now being filled with the pure fury that ripped through the rafters of her basement.Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/972125/ A girl sits in her room,late at night.Through the window creeps the gloom,she combats with a tiny candle light.Writing a story,wishing she could write about her own.She writes about fame and glory,in several heartfelt poems.She yearns to write her story down,yet she finds she cannot.For fear of bein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/964509/ This was inspired by a few past events in my life, and some current problems that my very close friends are dealing with. It's not meant to be a negative piece, just to motivate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/963171/ Hatred is a funny thing, fueled by anger and doubt, insecurity, a loss of the heart to admit that one needs to be loved. A denial in which we turn to the deepest corners of our minds, and lurk in shadow, where we convince ourselves that love is but a fantasy. Lost in the depths of ourselves, so deep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/938349/ Into the light,it was so wrong.I never thought blowing out the candle,would feel so right.Headed back to my corner,keeping to myself...the hangman's noose never looked more beautiful.You've been stuck on the shelf,a fragment of the past,your memory is fading fast.My eyes turned to the future present.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/828587/ We are not free. This is an illusion,a common delusion,a lie that is used,to keep us subdued.We cannot choose our path,this is simply a bloodbath. Where free speech is looked down upon,one simple word and *bang* you're gone.We're robots marching to the beat,staring only at our own feet.We .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/820134/ Tell me, can you prove to me,a high power controls all we see?A power we can't prove is here,enslave believers with loving fear.Recruiting them to walk the line,their hearts, their minds, their souls are mine.Simply because they follow, enslaved;their independence so depraved.They follow through,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/820123/ The hands they move,trying to prove,That they are worth saving,over their graves we're paving.To die in solitary dust,their lives to end we must.No greater pride, to kill a man,and take his throne and all his land.The temptation burns inside us all,we climb so high, only to fall.With blood-red lips .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/820119/ Slow motion, I watch many a tear fall to the ground,over time, and many a heartbreak I've found,that nothing lasts forever,no success in my endeavor. The precious time wasted,a false grin I've pasted,upon my face,hoping to leave no trace.Of the sorrow that has been,hidden beneath my plastic gri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/819668/ What can I do for you today,could I assist you in any way.Is there something I can do for you?To help your hopes and dreams come true?I want to help you find that place,the place so far away in space.There is no better place to be,than merely inches away from me.I hope one day you will decide,to com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/818585/ This is for a friend of mine, out of respect I won't say his name, but people should recognize the hard times some people go through. This is for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/818429/ My eyes slide open, and I see my ceiling.I slip out of bed and snuggle my cold feet into my familiar slippers,my tattered black robe I pull around my shoulders, huddling inside it.I shuffle downstairs and wake up my cat, lying in the first rays of light,she rubs her cheek on the carpet, yawning and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/817178/ The raindrops slide across my window, I stare into the dark and see the rain turn to snow.My heart ruptured, fallen apart. I need another chance, but I see none ahead,soon enough I know I'll surely be dead.No salvation for my soul,I've fallen into an inescapable hole.Right where I nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/816595/ You can't touch me.Not anymore.See the thing in the corner?It's you on the floor.You have no mourners.Wallowing in your shame.You've been left alone,with nothing to your name.You deserve what you've got,and that's absolutely zero,that's what you get,for pretending to be a hero.You made many of us cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/811366/ Pulling up her hood, she shivers. *click-click-click-click-click*Her boots make steady taps as she walks.*clickclick---click* She stumbles. Righting herself, on she goes. The darkness bites her skin, wrapping it's cold tongue around her, she huddles tighter within herself.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/794690/ This sweet torture caresses my mind with a sinister hand,the eyes are watching me, I feel vulnerable.Success is futile, I must press on, and complete the goal posed.There is no escaping it,it closes in on me, I am consumed by the pressure.The world is silent for a moment,then a nova erupts like a gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/793186/ What's past is past,love refuses to last.To you the world is drowned in tears,when others have much bigger fears. People cannot understand,the beauty of our freedom land.Convinced it isn't worth the time,count each dollar every dime.The details of life,becomes simplistic strife.Pointless worrie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/789489/ It's finally over, the end has come, but it's not the end, it's just the beginning.The next time I see you, in your eyes, there'll be that look of knowing. A trace of what we used to have, things we did and laughs we shared.I used to believe you, trust every word, I'm not sure if you really car.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burnride9/784626/