http://slow.writerscafe.org/swilsonx The original writings of author Sarah Wilson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038614 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }I'd like to take a second and point outsome things.Some things you said and some things Isaid,and how things have come full circle.I don't know if we exchanged Halloweenpictures,but I know we did on Thanksgiving.We detailed our New Year.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/788613/ p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }And hey sweetie, I heard you're doingalright tonight. But I can't shake the feeling that you're alone outthere, and I can't shake the feeling that there's a storm out therebigger than you and me. So just take a second to look outside andremembe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/788604/ letter fifteen of a thirty-day challenge. this one's for my darkest angel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782039/ i remember the first time we really clicked, you know.back in seventh grade, a lifetime ago.part of me says i was sitting on a bed, and you on the floor.but it might've been the other way around.i feel like we talked about the sky. but maybe it was the moon?it doesn't matter, we thought it w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782038/ letter sixteen of a thirty-day challenge. this one's for my adopted uncle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782037/ you taught me ABC order.you taught me to rollerblade.you taught me about limp bizkit.you taught me the words to "danger zone".you gave me my first taste of anger,gave me my first feelings of terror.how anyone could feel so much, all at once,and let it out at something so mundane,[your punchi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782035/ letter seventeen of a thirty-day challenge. this one's for my first two friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782034/ We're something else. We're the biggest, most beautiful disaster I can think of. You're the one on the left.Looking away from me,looking away from us,looking into the future.I'm the one on the right, looking down, arms clutched tight,cuddling into and away from you, because I know it's all I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782032/ hey, j-girl.it's been awhile.i haven't seen you around lately. i can't say i'm complaining, but.maybe i've missed you a little, so.you should stop me. i do miss you."the drugs begin to peak,a smile of joy arrives in me."that would be the song playing now.i wonder who you'd be today.where wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782031/ this one is an actual letter that will never, ever be sent. it's also extremely late. 20 out of a 30 day challenge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782030/ honestly, i have no idea who to write about.the people i don't talk to, well.there are reasons for it.and i'm tired of running to people all the time.run to me, damn it.stop making me chase you.i could write about nicole.about how we were friends and enemies,and then we were nothing.i could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782028/ my dearest will,you've always brought out the worst in me.and i kind of have to love you for that.you know my deepest secrets,the dark ones and the embarassing ones.you know i'm a sucker for anything romantic,but keep the shakespeare to a minimum.you know i'd give anything to share your bed,with you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782027/ i’d give anything to trace your lips.to paint them ruby red, tip to tip.to be the smudge left on your glass,to leave a mark on who you kiss last. close me up, put me in your pocket.i’ll go with you everywhere.i’ll always be there, a twist away.just don’t leave me behi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782026/ my dearest [and only] mellieboo,i can't tell you in words how i feel about you.and i can't tell you in pictures, either.i can't tell you anything,because i never know who i'm talking to.i fell for you, and i wrote for you.and i cried for you, too.sometimes i still think about you.sometimes i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782024/ it started out as a feeling,which then grew into a hope.which then turned into a quiet thought,which then grew into a quiet word.i dream of love,of having loved,of loving,of being loved.i dream about you every night,although i may not always remember.you're always, always, on my mind,althoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782023/ letter six of a thirty-day challenge. this one's for a stranger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782022/ i don't want to write this.i really, really don't.momma, daddy.i love you both very, very much.but you guys make me cry.you were supposed to be together forever.i kind of always took pride in you guys.completely opposite but totally in love.except how you weren't, apparently.i'm too old to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782021/ it's nights like these that i miss you,i miss you more than i've missed anyone.against all odds and against what fate had in store,you walked into my life and flipped around my insides.[at least that's what it feels like when i hear your name.]it's nights like these that i love you,i love you more t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782020/ letter 13 of a 30 day challenge. yeah, it's late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782017/ letter four of a thirty-day challenger. this one's for my sibling. i cheated a little. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782015/ I like the way you feel,when I’m pissed off,shutting everyone out,and you pull me in.I like the way you say,“Sarah, what’s wrong?”or, hell, “talk to me,”and, “it’ll be better.”I like the way you say,“Sarah, I love you!”and, &ldq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782014/ i always knew you didn't trust me.i knew you had a secret agenda,you secret agent you.i love[d] you more than anyone.anyone.i trusted you the most.ever.when january rolled around, he was obsolete.it's you, it's you, it's always been you.you never let me explain; you don't want to hear.but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782012/ 3/19/2011, 6am. title credit: "werewolf" - cocorosie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782008/ i don't know who i am,and i doubt i ever will.i don't even know who i'm not,because i change so often.but i know who i wish i was.christ, doesn't everybody?we all do it, at least once:"god, look at her. she's...she's got everything. but,i'd change a little bit.and i would never do that,or sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782007/ tuesday, march 15, 2011. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782006/ sometimes i wonder if you even want to hear me. january 18, 2011. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782005/ i just can't f*****g write for crap. Jan 17 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782004/ "They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them." -Shakespeare's "As You Like It," Act 5, Scene 2. Oct 30, 2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782001/ I remember the look on your face when you told me about your first time.How it was messy and frantic and hot, and not in the romantic way.How all he said was, “My friend’s got something,” and left.Left you lying there, frozen in your drying sweat, wondering..."What's he got.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/782000/ i burned that letter your sister sent. 10-12-2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781998/ and you'll be in front of me, turning gray. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781997/ "a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere." 10-1-2010. title and above line taken from "soul meets body" by death cab. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781995/ i have nothing to offer you but the words on my lips.i'm not funny or witty.i don't paint or take pictures.i can't sing you a song from center stage.there is tragedy written across my thighs,and much of the same can be reflected in my eyes.there is pessimism and irrationality in much of what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781994/ i want the air back beneath my wings. 9-21-2010 to 9-30-2010. a letter i never sent, turned into a poem that shouldn't be read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781992/ i have nothing to offer you but the words on my lips.i'm not funny or witty.i don't paint or take pictures.i can't sing you a song from center stage.there is tragedy written across my thighs,and much of the same can be reflected in my eyes.there is pessimism and irrationality in much of what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781991/ Cold and dead, with cream and sugar. 9-7-2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781990/ i'm concentrating on falling apart.we were contenders, but we're still throwing the fight.but i just wanna believe, i just wanted to believe,i just won't believe, in us.because there's a lump in my throat,and i'd rather it be cancer than tears.because there are tears in my eyes,but i'd rather go bli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781988/ robbie-i think that's your name, anyway.i should feel bad about that, maybe.but i don't, because you don't know mine.you and your chocolate eyes made me smile.those long eyelashes of yours made me blush.that leering mouth of yours made me think.it made me think i'd have a chance, without him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781987/ well, i'll be honest.i don't remember the last person i made a pinky promise to.and that makes me feel so, so lonely.lonely like the smallest puppy must feel when he can't play with his brothers and sisters.lonely like the first star in the sky at night.lonely like my hand without yours in i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781985/ brian, sweetheart.i'm sorry nothing ever seems to help.i'm sorry i'm not a better friend.i know i've promised to try harder,but you need to stop trusting me.you've stopped calling.you've stopped texting.and f**k if i don't miss you.i'll hold my tongue, however.i won't let myself reply to you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781982/ i'm surprised i overdosed before you did. 9-14-2010 to 9-26-2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781981/ i'm not sure i know your name yet.and if i do, i probably won't realize it for awhile.but thank you, whoever you are,for giving me my favorite memory.i'm sure it's beautiful.and meaningful, too.i wonder if it's sunset or midnight,or maybe the day has just begun.perhaps the sky is cloudless,o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781979/ but lately, my body just hasn't run the same. 9-13-2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781977/ i find it strange that i'm writing this letter to you.but it kind of showcases our friendship.all it was was an innocent kiss on your hand.but i kissed you, instead of you kissing me [on the cheek].so here we go.it's like every word you say has an extra meaning.every touch you steal or deman.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781976/ Or maybe it was too much. September 1st, 2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781974/ apologies from you are unheard of.so when you apologized, i was shocked.i immediately forgave you. i felt so relieved.because, brandon...when we're on point, we're on point.you're either nothing to me, or one of my favorite people.i know which one i prefer, but it's so hard.you're so abrasiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781973/ "with endless love, i left you sleeping. now i'm sleeping with you. don't wake up." those lines do not belong to me. i can't seem to remember who they do belong to. Aug 8, 2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781972/ july 25, 2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781968/ She asked me to tell her story for you all today. I wanted to say no, but how do you say no to a dead girl? I didn’t think you could, either. So here I am. But I've been thinking- we all know her story. You’ve been fed her story by her caring, devoted parents. So I’m going .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781964/ down the curve of your spine, across the bridge of your hipbone. june 10, 10:41pm, 2010. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swilsonx/781963/