http://slow.writerscafe.org/GraveAngel The original writings of author GraveAngel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031712 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There's a little girl sitting across the street, on top of a pile of leaves. Sitting with her back against the base...her legs tangled with the roots. She grows with the tree, in a white dress you'll see. The lace slip stops at her knees. Blood covers her ankles.Playing gently with the leaves, she s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/732880/ I'm a doll...sitting in the same dark corner of your room.I've watched you... I know what you do...I know when you cry.You live like you wanna die. A once happy little girl,Now a miserable one inside. She doesn't show it,So they don't know it. How she sits her room and cries.How she sings to him whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/729038/ A beautiful nightmare of a sacred existence.A place all its own. A land surviving from depression, created for content.Dark shadows lining an ocean of crimson blood.A single lonely tree starved of its life.Dead but still breathing.A braided base, with tangled roots, and mangled branches.Night Skis f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/726944/ Her face is cut but she is still beautiful. Her heart is falling to pieces but she'll always know how to love you.Her mind is lost, but you'll always be in her thoughts.Her eyes cannot see because she is blinded by obsession.Her hands are numb because of all the pain from the cuts,but she'll never f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/726943/ Dance to depression, to the tune of the dead.Smiles fade like the daylight in the evening.Tears fall like raindrops from the sky....It's my dance.... It's my smile....They're my tears...Forever I will lie in this grave of depression.The souls of the dead dance around me...The night time stealing awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/726942/ Ilove you more than words can explain.Toall the clouds in the sky.Toall the rain.Toall the goodbyes,Thatleft me insane.Toall the tears that I’ll forever cry,Becauseof the pain.Promiseswere broken.Heartswere stolen.Momentsnow missed.Lipswere kissed,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/726940/ Every broken or hurt soul needs something to comfort them. Whether it's a place or an object.She has both.There's a corner in her room.A place always dark and safe.The object is a blade.She doesn't think she has much to live for.She's always been different.She got used to being alone.No one ever see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/726939/ I will take your hand and let you lead the way....you cant see my tears in the darkness.My feet are bare and a thought I dare.  The images slowly pass in my mind.My eyes cry tears of blood...my heart dances with impatience... my tears flood ur soul.Insanity is my guide...love is my escort.My th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/726937/ I live a life of deadly dreams. I see the souls of the deceased walking among me. I smell the scent of blood on the breath of the feared. I hear the screams of the tortured souls and the torn hearts. I can touch the thoughts of the endless depression filled minds of those who wish they had someone t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/726936/ Her nails painted his favorite color.So she rips them off.They bleed now.They bleed her blood.Her liquid life.He loved her living.Will he love her dead?She drains it. Drains it all.Her eyes.He always said he loved them.She takes one last look around her.Looks at her hands,And shoves her fingers into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/726935/ I sit here, cry and look around me...I look at the outside of myself and see scars...Each one reminding me of the past, the pain, the lies, and the hurt.I glance at the inside of my heart, wonder what kinda person I'd be like if I hadn't been hurt so Much....I cry more than I laugh....I weep more th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GraveAngel/726932/