http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mercat The original writings of author Mercedes Childers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779861774 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fallen angel of broken heartsYou’re broken beautiful like busted artStitched out carefully in broken seamsIt seems to me you’re lost in broken dreamsFallen angel of broken trustYou’re heart is pure with toxic loveYour love is like another artToxic snakes bites from the startFallen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2136311/ I have dropped the world right at my feetHe picked it up and handed it back to meI walked through hell and back againHe walked with me and held my handHe found a place that I couldn’t seeHe brought me there and shared it with meHe found the light I couldn’t findHe opened my heart so I co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2135724/ I have told you time after timeI promised I’d never leave your sideYou’re holding on by a single threadThinking you may be better off deadHolding that knife within your handsPushing for that bittersweet endAnd just as you attempt to make the breakThe break makes you realize you’re .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2125185/ I seen it from the corner of my eye asI was walking down the street.I turned around and it was gone,It refused to let me peak.The image that popped into my mindHad nearly made me shriek.If that’s the thing I feel watching me,I’m doomed if it gets close to me.But it wasn’t even ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2102989/ You make me feel lost, so tired and powerlessMy brain is in pain from trying to figure out your plans for us.You love the control, you can’t breathe without itAnd the minute you start losing it, you go crazy about it.You always say one thingBut the opposite you expectAnd I can’t even ask.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2098628/ When you look at me, you think “small”When you think “small,” you think “weak”When you think “weak,” you think “fragile”But I am none of those things.I am proud like a lionAnd as gentle as the cloudsI am as strong as a tigerBut I am still s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2098624/ This is how I feel.I'll do whatever it takesJust to make him mine.I'll scream out my lungs'Till my voice wants to give outJust to make him mine.Write a million songsAnd sing to him everydayJust to make him mine.On my knees, I'll begFor him to give me a chanceJust to make him mine.I'll count all the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2098603/ VerseI got too much time to killMy mind’s a prison, I wish it’d killI think too much if thoughts could killMan, I wish the kill was realSitting in the seat of your car, praying to crashHoping that the peace you need comes at lastWondering how you gonna leave without dyingRealize that no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2098490/ I’m hearing what you say,But I don’t think this is clear.Are you saying that what is realityHas never been real at all?What do you mean I do not feel?Because I am young, I am wrong?I am too young to feel things,Things like sadness and love?And the thoughts in head?What, are they not real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2098487/ If you think that things are what you think,Then things will not be what you thinkBut if you think that things are not what you think,Then things will be just what you think.But just because you think that things will not be what you think,That doesn’t mean that things will turn out to be just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2098481/ Just another poem about life; a love life, that is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2098480/ He was the light of her worldThe only light she could ever seeWhen times were tough,And things grew rough,He’d make it all seem easy.He was the one she would run toWhen nothing was okay.Her heart he holds,His arms were her home,Forever together they would stay.Then he grew apart as he fell no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2002660/ Have you ever seen The Girl who hides?I promise, it’s easy to find her.She walks around with her hair in her face.She puts her hood up when she gets the chance.She softly sings to herself to put her to ease.And she sticks to the side unless pulled back by a friend.Have you heard about The Girl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2002443/ It’s funny how they say words are like knives when really, they’re not.They are two completely different things. But what’s the main difference? Words hurt MORE than knives.I’d rather have someone hurt me by cutting me,than yell hurtful comments towards me.Cuts can go away. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2002442/ I roam these barren halls alone, early in the A.M. I stare into the windows of each dark and lonely classroom, thinking of the world and its brother. I can feel the stressed emptiness fill the air, and I think for a moment...I roam these now busy halls with a friend who seems to care, but may not. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2002441/ What do you see when you look in the mirror?Do you see you?Do you see the person you want to be?When you see yourself, do you think “this is all that I want to be”?Do you see your soul through your eyes?Do you feel the need to smile at your sight? Or do you see a shadow of the person yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mercat/2002440/