http://slow.writerscafe.org/westindixie The original writings of author Anne Hill en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034007 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You have left no place for me to goWhen I am sad and lonelyI cling to you so helplessly Yet there is no satisfactionYou will not touch meWill not love meI cannot earn your respectI don't know why I continue to tryIt is in vainWriting this has not healed the woundIt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/441841/ the title says it all, I work at Victorias Secret, and if everything isn't perfect, if ONE person leaves without buying something, if anybody over 18 does not have our credit card, well then it's the end of the f*****g world now isn't it? I'm usually not http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/245272/ Skinny little thingI watch as she holds her ownI wish to look down and see ribs like hersI wish to wrap my hands around my thighsI wish I was drowning in size x-smallI look at her stomach so tight and flatI stare at her cheek bones jutting through her skinI want to be like herSo perf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/244517/ This isn't my best poem. It's another love poem, about the same guy that I write all my love poems about. I have loved him for six years and I am too shy to tell him, and I am almost 100% sure that he doesn't feel the same way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/223249/ This is just a story created for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/221851/ I see your pain, I hear your criesI know not what it’s likeIt taints our lives, but kills your dreamsAnd ruins every night I want to hold you close to meAnd press your cheek to mineI want to say “It will be ok”But know that’s just a lie Your worl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/219843/ I felt his penance growing thinI could not keep him looking longFor me it was an awkward glanceA sense of reality gone byI felt as if it were my endAs if no hope were to come againI clicked and fought, and twidled my thumbsI prayed and hoped and wished so hardI imagined and sang and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/213218/ There you standYou lie I knowI shut my eyes and filter your words to truthSo I lie to myselfIt makes you look all the betterWhere is that spring sky?None can be found in your eyesNone but the dirt of the groundWhere is the beauty of the artistically inclined?None produced from your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/213215/ Vast and far the valleys roll in my mindA chart, a map, I need noneMusic in the wind, stories in the treesThis is my land, your land, our landIt’s alive in mind, spirit, memoryI know not what it is this feeling of blissHair down, feet moving, hands coldI close my eyes and let tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/213214/ Strolling through a wooded placemy face rose pink from chilling winds.I can not see there scarcely breathethe cold wind as it passed by me.And as a deer stepped light on leavesher nose sniffed softly for a meal.But as I stepped she vanished thereleaving me alone again.To paint a pict.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/213206/  Capture of a beauty's touch,The loveliness we live so much.Beauty held in all one place,Kept neat forever in your embrace.Your soul is kept within that square,So beautiful without despair.Such wonderment is kept inside,For you to keep, forever hide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/westindixie/213194/