http://slow.writerscafe.org/emodemon666 The original writings of author emodemon666 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094680 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 it feels good to smileeven when i have to force my self to do itwhen im sad, sometimes i make my self smile and i feel just a little bit betterSmile Whenever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2060536/ What's confidence?Is it when those girls prance around the school like they own the place with their nose in the are sending me sideways glances and glares? Is it when someone say their better than me, or I'm ugly, or fat, or a f****t?Is it when someone brags to me about their looks, grades, mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2058245/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px 'Helvetica Light'; color: #232323; -webkit-text-stroke: #232323}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}You have no right. None at all. Close your mouth. Rethink those choices before you eat your words.He's got a full c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2054119/ One more time.One more day. Just one more breath of cold, clean air.One more hope that I'll get there. One more second of being optimistic.One more hour without a worry.Just one more, please that's all im asking.One more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2051838/ I'm so worried.They didn't even give her a day to process.CPS took her away from her mother the day they told her.I'm tired of seeing her in pain.I don't want to see her cry.Her mother and her grandmother make her want to die.It's not fair. She didn't ask to be born.She just was.Sadly, she was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2019834/ I did it again,just this morning.After so long of them just being scars,I've re-opened them.It hurt.But that's what I want.The blood was there,and everywhere.The tears ruined my makeup.Is it teen angst?Maybe,but I don't think so.I'm so tired of being told,it can be worse.Yes, I know this, but I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2019468/ As my science teacher is droning on and on about mitosis, I am fiddling with my pen. I don’t want to go home. I never do. It’s not like I can just go over to a friends house though. I hear the dreadful sound of the trilling bell. I grab my things and make my way of of the building.I alwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2018187/ Pitter Patter.The rain pours down.My music blaring.Makes me feel like a real teenager.The soothing rain.The hand around my heart,that is music.I'm weird.So is my music.But music is the only thing I have.It's mine.Forever.I love it.I hate it.It squeezes my heart.I cry, but I can't live without it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2016121/ It's bad. I know. Sorry for the bad post. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2015711/ I did not write this. My best friend did. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2014007/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px 'American Typewriter'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}I can remember your face as clear as a crystal.The rooms in that small, broken house.The music you got me to listen to.The movies and shows .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2013787/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px 'Apple Chancery'; color: #e8324a; -webkit-text-stroke: #e8324a}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}Slips from my graspNow alone in the darkNo turning backPats on the backGoneGone foreverLooks aliveHades decides her fate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2013784/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px 'Helvetica Light'; color: #232323; -webkit-text-stroke: #232323}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}My mama said, when I was young, remember your name. It is you. You’re a fighter. I believed her.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2013783/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px 'Helvetica Light'; color: #5e5e5e; -webkit-text-stroke: #5e5e5e}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}I want to live a double life.A girl by day,a wolf by night.To feel the wind upon my fur, under the crescent moon,as the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2013782/ Black Veil Brides http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2013455/ People know I'm not okay.It's written in my eyes.Words unseen,unless looked for.So why do they think it's okay.They bring me down.What's going on in their mind?Oh. Well. She's already sad so,one little thing won't hurt.Do they think that it only moves me a little step forward?A little step towards t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2012829/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px 'American Typewriter'; color: #630e12; -webkit-text-stroke: #630e12}span.s1 {font-kerning: none; color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke: 0px #000000}span.s2 {font-kerning: none}You hurt me, you helped me, you sometimes made me ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2012661/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px 'Helvetica Light'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}span.s1 {font: 13.0px Helvetica; font-kerning: none}span.s2 {font-kerning: none}It used to clutching ur stuffed animals to our chests, now it’s holding our monsters and demons to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2012387/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px 'Helvetica Light'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}I’m the 5 of spades in a deck of cards. If Ace is the top, I’m not the bottom.If 1 is the lowest, I’m not the top.I&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2012381/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px 'Helvetica Light'; color: #232323; -webkit-text-stroke: #232323}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}Some say I am weird.Others say I am crazy.Sometimes I dissolve,then reappear.Half the world is hazy.The other half is clear... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2012380/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px 'Helvetica Light'; color: #232323; -webkit-text-stroke: #232323}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}The things we’ve broken, The ones we’ve lost. How we all have wanted to go back.They say “It’l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2012379/ Her.Her hair.Her eyes.I loved it.I knew it was right.When it started, I was unsure.Then, as it progressed,the farther I walked onto the plain field that was her,I knew.Later. She rarely talked.There was no contact.She looked she never even had interest.So,I had to relinquish in time.I ran.Then, like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2012046/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px 'Helvetica Light'; color: #232323; -webkit-text-stroke: #232323}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px 'Helvetica Light'; color: #232323; -webkit-text-stroke: #232323; min-height: 18.0px}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2012044/ Just about depression, anxiety, etc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emodemon666/2011875/