http://slow.writerscafe.org/taylorrose The original writings of author taylorrose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024845 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 personally i think that we have all found a person like this regardless if its a him or her, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/2804880/ I just wanted someone to notice meI wanted to feel something other than broken I wanted to prove my worth I wanted you to love me I wanted to feel loved I wanted to be something worth fight for I just wanted to be a reason I just wanted someone to care I just wante.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/2803311/ I hate the way you made meI hate the sounds of my voiceI hate how I love so deeplybut I always wind up broken My bleeding walls inside my soul I want to scream I want to shoutI just feel my soul bleeding out Why did you make me this way Why do I feel so muchwhy Do I always w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/2803310/ He held me captive for years in my own mindI feared him the most He held me in my own prison walls He made me feel so low That looking back I have no idea who she was Teachers asked where you see yourself in 10 years I wanted to live, not just to surviveHe held me deep .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/2801731/   The next morning Arjun gets woken up by Georgia. Sorry to wake you up but I thought you would want to know that your mother is making big improvements. The doctor said he is ready to move the machines off your mother. But she wont be able to leave for a few days. I was happy that she was gett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/2801630/ a book about one mans darkest hour. That puts him on a bridge ready to end his life but a stranger comes to help. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/2801410/ a mans darkest moments http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/2801403/ we all have those moments in our lives that make us break into tiny peices and we have to learn to build ourselfs up. we have to learn to try to be ourselfs again. we struggle every day wondering. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1992925/ Her name was Gianna. She wore the most beautiful smile he ever did see. She was something special she never looked down she always held her head high. His name was Juan and he knew all evil. He wanted her like the dessert wants the rain. He wanted her beauty he wanted her soul. She never knew him, n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1991173/ this is very graphic read http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1983124/ If I said I wanted to die.would you let me go?If I said I didn't want to be here.would you understand?If I said I couldn't handle it.would you be okay with that?would you understand.If I begged you to let me go?would you let me?Could you forgive me?Do you feel my pain?would you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1953783/ i get told every day my job is easy, i think people forget that its not i deal with death almost everyday and each death is the worst. its hard when you grow to love them and then have to let them go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1950414/ sometimes we think people who kill themselves want to die. most of the time they just want the pain to go away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1950399/ its hard to tell as story about yourself. when the pain you grew up with seems so normal. many forget that there is always gonna be that little girl who got left behind to become the person she is now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1950388/ i thought dating after having a baby was supposed to be easyits hard to get back out thereknowing that somewhere someone wont like you once you decided to find him i wanted four years then i looked her i knew she needed a family a family  i never had i th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1950381/ today was a good day. I had no new memories to work though today. so today I don't hate you. in fact I remember when I used to love you. I remember going to three bridges and hiking as a family. I was really young at the time. do you remember that time? I used to feel safe warm and happy. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1901435/ I cant say I'm afraid to die anymoreI've died many times in this lifeI didn't die for real pretty much I didI used to be afraid to dieafraid of where we goafraid it will hurtbut then I began to die a lot the baby that I used to be died slowlywith everything I witnessed growing upa little piece .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1901393/ based off the future me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1809508/ doesn't deserve a name it just thoughts that go on in are head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1769567/ I love my daughter but this is the truth of are dying love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1661273/ I will surviveI been there, done that I watched my father be a monster I witnessed his demiseI watched him take it all I watched the tears fall from are eyesI will survive because I am a fighter I will be okay I watched kids be cruel I watched them taunt others I became there nex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1661270/ my job is very rewarding it has its ups and downs the best part is I get to meet amazing people. like this man who was the drivers ed teacher but the best part is he taught my mom to drive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1661263/ about a lady I take care of in a nursing home. she has touched my life more than I can even express. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1661256/ just a poem I wrote because I have loved my daughters dad for many years now and I just realized no matter how much I love him he will never love me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1610804/ My name is Sarah Fitzgerald I'm from a small town of Adrian Georgia. I live with my mom and dad and step brother Sam. I'm moving up state to san Francisco my dad has got a new job at the biggest business in san Francisco and my mother she is a pharmacist she used to be a pageant&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1463101/   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1463060/ no the rain wont fall foreverno I cant keep hoping it will cause I cant find myself im looking into a puddle of sweet memoriesno the rain wont fall foreverno I wont shed a tear no I wont shed a tear cause I cant believe you left me alone no I wont shed a tear no I wont shed a tearim looking into a p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1317160/ those who no longer see usthose who no longer hug usthose who never see are smiles anymoreas time goes on forgotten tears falls down my faceI am forever crying those who no longer touch us those who no longer kiss us a forgotten tearI forgot how it feels to have you next to meI cant remember yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1317154/ just had a car accident on feb 11,2014 after coming home from a class. it was just me and my mom and I think if I write about this maybe I will have a little closer in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1315286/ And lifeWhat is it?Why does it kill you?Those who work hard to please the man up above But yet they still seem to fail himWhy?People dying all around me Wishing I could save them It's like living in a cemetary, Those people who's hands have been wounded From all life's hard .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1187880/ 1. I hate how my hair just sits there and does nothing2. I hate how nice I am even to the girl who stole my bring3. I hate how I have to put two y's at the end of every thing that ends in y4. I hate my figure its weird shaped5.I hate my nose6.I hate my smile7.I hate my teeth8. Hate how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1145796/ she was a mysterya gift from god she was an angel to wipe my tearsin nine months which took god long enoughto create something so perfect a mystery she was yet came to me light the sunlight in the morninga gift from up abovean angel of mineshe was a smile that never came to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1137303/ A book I wrote for my daughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1137292/ RIP THEY SAY WHAT IF IM NOT DEADWHAT IF I LAY IN SORROW HOPING TO FREE MY SOUL DOES DEATH HEAL THAT PAINDOES LEAVING OTHERS TO SUFFERHELP US REST IN PEACEIS DYING A FIGURE OF SPEECH IS IT THAT WE MUST DYE SO GOD CAN LOOK AT US IS IT SO HE CAN SAY WE FAILEDTHAT WE WASNT STRONG ENOUGHTHAT WE COULDNT H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1064353/ i know your dyingi can see your worn out body you eyes sinking in the way your face is always sleepy but forgive how i cant let go not after those long nights not after begging for are livesnot after each blood bath not now not after many of yearscan one person forgive her only monsterthe one who tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1061105/ i want people to hear my story the truth and not what they heard from others i must tell it right for abby is my true hero. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1061087/ i taste dust something thick something sandy i realize im sleeping but im awake so how can i be asleep something strong pulls at mesomething inside is growinga baby i didnt want it but she was there torn between a dream and life i must do what i can for her to survive im drowing i taste dust not sur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/1060553/ i named it after the song i listen to why i write makes me clear my head http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/972957/ pain falling water dripping down across a cheek a destination someones pain falling out a story longed to tell pain falling to ease the paina destination they must take  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/972903/ what if all ur dreams were comming true right before your eyes. but what if you woke up one moring and its not what you really want what if u want something else but ur not sure what. i wanted to be a poet since i was in 5th grade so i worked so hard at making them great finding a publisher and gett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/945265/ to my ex http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/902149/ im sorry i have been crying and writing it doesnt help http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/883110/ it always happeni thought at first it was just a mistake im starting to see that its more than thati met him fell in love with him treated him nice then he met hermy sister he fell for her didnt care how i felt i was deeply sadden then i met a new one years lateri became .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/882171/ it seemed like time to just give up i had nothing never felt it but someone told me that writerscafewas like a family i gave it a try not knowing what was real i met peoplenot just men and woman but people who cared who listened to what i had to say they dreamed like i did.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/879854/ alone thats all i ever been noone to call my own nothing to say i have never let it happen its not my fault i mean it is i think it felt like the best thing at the time just to tape me up stick me in a box never letting anyone close it was how i protected myself the best.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/877625/ my whole life i have been trapped your thinking unlock the doorclimb out the windowim talking about a place with no windows, no doors no escape routea place where being trapped is all there is a box where theres no cracks a place where you can see where people can see youbu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/862813/ you see them i did to they called to me from far away people i never metsaying they needed me people thought i was crazy my parents thought i was playing they didnt realize what i was saying was true these things that were dark called to me they pulled me in and i was dumb i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/862782/ some things are just black and white http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/862673/ i need to be free so i went out in a nice white dress took off my shoes and listened to the sounds of water that sound is so calming i needed to be freeso i went to where the water runsi took of my shoes and stared out into the sky the water sounds calm me i need to be free s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylorrose/843710/ TRASH you think garbage no use for itbut what trash really means is no longer wanted pushed away like nothing means nothing no longer has meaningTRASH thats what i became to them no longer needed no longer wanted something that had no meaning i became nothing to them that.. 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