http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaitlynsmith02 The original writings of author trying_to_write en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775977269 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my dreams are filled with happiness.with you.please don't wake me upto the harsh realityof what is real.i don’t want to wake up to an empty bedor a quiet apartment.i don't want to wake upwithout you.in my dreams we still danceto the same slow songs.my head on your shoulder,and your head on min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2117298/ I hope we meet again,in another life. I hope we alwaysreincarnateinto the same lives.So I neverhave to say goodbye.I never have to forgetthe same butterflies,when we met for the first time.Or the red blushing cheeks,of our first kiss.I will neverhave t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2114853/ sitting tucked into each other,until the fire became nothing but dying embers on an early morning.we looked up to the sky and the rain began to fall.the droplets barely hit us, but we knew it was there.i could feel it on your lips when i kissed you.i was safe, wrapped in your arms.and ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2111123/ I wondered how long it would take,for someone to notice.The harsh, swollen red linespeek out from beneath my shorts.They threatened to tell the truthI dare not speak.I called you a snitch.You “ratted me out”,to the counsellor.But really, you forced me to talk.Talk a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2104294/ The soft, yellow glow peaks out from behind the curtains, warming my eyelids like the winter blankets tucked away for the season. Winning the battle with the tangled sheets that engulf our legs, I cross quietly to the dresser so as not to wake you. I put on an oversized hoodie and throw my hair into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2104188/ i waited for you.Like an idiot, i waited.i walked the moon four times,before i gave up.Sitting alone in a crater,my heart into shattered pieces,you finally showed up.i yelled and i screamed.you did this to me!i shouted,pointing at the broken pieces scattered on the ground.B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2104044/ i want you.your laugh, your voice, that damned smile.everything you are,and everything you are going to be.sure, go ahead and call me greedy.but i want to be us, me and you.i’m yours and you’re mine.forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2099287/ Cloud 9 is a dangerous place.Once you get up,you don’t want to come down.You keep chasing after that first high,that thrill and adrenaline,of doing something “bad”.Looking down,I see my friends, my family.With no string attached,no one ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2095983/ What if I,am the monster under your bed?The scratches on your bedpost,      that appeared late last night.The creak in the floorboards,      when no one is home.The eerie feeling in the air,      when you first walk in.I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2094945/ “She was getting better… But then she remembered what she was trying to get away from, she remembered the things that tear her apart. Now she’s back at the start.” -Unknown The cold metal felt almost,familiar,against her skin.Like walking into a childhood room.The sense of c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2094554/ I’m not okay,but lying to you is easier than saying what’s wrong,because what’s wrong, scares me.I’m afraid that telling you the truth,will make you see methe way I see myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2091766/ Blast off in your rocketto the outskirts of the galaxy.Tell me what wonders you findand the horrors you discover.Did you find any life?One to replace mine?Maybe you have become a kingof a newly found colony.Find the brightest of blue planetsand the dullest of grays.Bring me a rock from each,so I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2091730/ Built from the ground up,our lives are held togetherby the brick and mortarwe acquire from the generations before us,like knowledge from an old book.Years passand we try to become more and more stable.More bricks.More mortar.More layers.More weight.Like a house,we furnish our lives with hobbies and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2090537/ Again, not a story just a way to get it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2089422/ Deep in Hundred Acre Woods,past Piglet and Pooh’s house,Rabbits’ hole and the big tree,is Christopher Robin.Funny little boy he is.Imagining all those friends.Winnie the Pooh and his best friend Piglet,Kanga and her little boy Roo.High energy Tigger and sad ol’ Eeyore.And how could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2089408/ Short and sweet story:) enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2087855/ “I love you” isn’t the only way to say it.You don’t realize it, but you tell me every day.It’s when you say “good morning beautiful”,every morning.Calling back,after I’ve forcefully hung up.Giving me your favourite hoodie,when I know you love wearing i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2087836/ It’s too good to be real,too smooth to not be a fantasy.But you aren’t dreaming.You can wake up and see him,talk to him, love himRight here.Right now.in this moment, you are awake.and you are living.take this chance,and fly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2087579/ “So you’re half straight then?”Half straight.A term I’ve always hated.“No, it means I’m bisexual.”“But that’s like the same thing right?”Of all people to say that,I never thought it would be you.I also never thought it would hurt this bad.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2087227/ They’re always there.Just waiting to present themselves.But they’re stubborn, constantly just out of reachLike a child wanting the cookies on the top shelf.A carefully placed chair, and a few stacked books,but still, they can’t quite grasp them.So they stand on their tiptoes,and st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2087096/ You mean more to me than words can explain.The world already existedbut without him,it was black and white.A silent movie, waiting to be heard.He gave her the rainbow.The deafening noise;an incredible change from the cold, dead silence,she had listened to all her life.So her life played in colour.Fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2087094/ My mind is the clogged roads and bustling streets of L.A. My brain throbs, black and blue with bruises. With my problems and stress, I inflict pain upon myself as an escape. Others feel this way too. But no one sees the suffering, for our skulls are the great barriers, that hide everything. The ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2086548/ And just like that,he was gone.no goodbye.no, I’ll be back.Just the slam of the front doorand the sound of a distant car engine.We both knew it was coming.You could feel the end in the air, like thick fog.sleepless nights,after long, exhausting fights,it was beyond repair,and we didn’t k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2086514/ I didn’t know I was lost,until I met you.Stuck in an infinite maze with countless dead ends,you taught me to look past the dark walls.To find the soft, warm glow of the sun in the sky,when I only saw the hard, cold rocks on the ground.You taught me to look up.Stop staring at my feet and hold m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynsmith02/2086512/ Crazy? 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