http://slow.writerscafe.org/walker The original writings of author walker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776766410 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dreams twisted,Wishes tainted,Feelings waisted.Sitting through sleepless nights, whispering between all the voices,Crying without any of my smiles.My mind screaming to do something,my heart whimpering to stop,I am lost... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/904721/ "can I get a hug...?"We'd call each other just for one,For a shoulder, for tears, for help.."are you free?"Because.. I dont want to.be a nousance to you or your friends,"sorry..."I am, for I feel like I.bother you alot,Now i'm even more confused..."i remember what I said.."I told my friends I wont, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/891641/ "hey, can you talk?"because for about a year a single phrase was said well over a thousand times,and during a couple months not a word was said."hey"was all that was needed, and now after a month we are talking again,and a single phrase was brought up, the same phrase as before."i don't know..."I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/886137/ just smile.. d****t http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/866435/ hello my friend, your so perfect, so innocent. even though you've seen some of the darker stuff in life, you stay this elegant, this free. your body so fragile yet, you put yourself in danger with everything you do. if you do something wrong it might be all over. but your smarter than that. you neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/848805/ title says it all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/843058/ i wrote this last night, and well... i realized i wrote it for a crush i have in one of my classes. and well i fee like a loser because i couldn't really do much because.. well. this explains it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/830306/ Lying on a pale floor, with screams surrounding you. The concussive pounding of your headache overwhelms you and you slowly lean against the wall. The jacket and your skin have been slit and stained. With your arms free, they have been weakened from all the beatings and tortures but fighting in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/823746/ its a journal entry... that's why the quotation marks are there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/822537/ your warm hands holding minemy hands now dripping,dripping onto you. the blade made a straight line.the warmth that's in my hands slippedonto yours. you know what you did,you know that the pain rippedit all apart. you can tell the pain has broken the threshold lid.the rose we once had, the rednow da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/813222/ I haven’t seen the nightmare here, after being so tortured i’ve become numb to its voice, to its touch, to the sight of itThen once when I was out of my room I hear the people talking, there was a grotesque murder. First upon the walls was written “how can you see? How can you scre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/769595/ Swings stand alone under a gray sky, destroyed by flames, and motionless except for a seat. Slowly moving, with a bouquet of white petals sitting on it…A butterfly made of ash flutters slowly disappating with each flap of it’s wings…. finally crumbles once it softly lands on top .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/761993/ You feel a light caress on your shoulder while your in solitude,You turn and nothing is there.You feel a sweet warmth in your hand, you squeeze and nothing is there.You let tears run down your face,But they are whiped a way without a trace.Laying there motionless, kissing the air,you know they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/745308/ Against a crimson sky a column of smoke looms above the city's flames. Families slaughtered in front of the men as they are put in shackles....A man was found  staring at the demons with strangely similar to human features, the blonde hair of one drapes over his face in strands drizzled in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/744005/ if you ever have seen the play "the case of alex hansen" about a week after this came into my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/731799/ "with tears flowing from covered eyes warm embraces swallow you. your friends sweet hugs form a light smile, as they whisper "i'm here to help" and all you can muster is a nod. with each hug your crying gets worse, until her loving embrace comes, she would say "i love you" and your tears would stop,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/731791/ its about a ghost... who misses that one who was super special... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walker/731786/