http://slow.writerscafe.org/SamanthaX The original writings of author SamanthaX en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775239850 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 1.26.I sit by my bedroom window SmokingWaiting Praying the Rosary Counting how long it takes to inhaledifferent brands of cigarettes For 144 days I have waited for youTracking every minuteTime TickTickingawayis what I have left I don’t write these .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2152805/ 1.25.Stella Ella That girl is super Bella Ella Stella Your getting oldThat girl isgrowing up to be a super novaElla Ella ola My girl yougotta try You gottaget soberYour so Bella My girl you better learnYou betterdo what I tell yaBella Bella Stella .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2152804/ 1.24.I letter tomy Mother I think I might make it this time around I’ll be a big starI’ll get mybig breakMade it to HollywoodSorry for stealingyour old mans carI'll be living in allies that hide between Northern boulevardsand old forgotte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2152802/ 1.23.I wish you could see how beautiful I didn’t eventry to lookon the day of your funeralIn the snowUnder the lap postWith you my ghostBarefoot in my heartbreakWith fallen snowflakesI dance alone with my mistakesWith them I melt awayMe and my sn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2152801/ 1.22.Statistics of statisticsThe precise revision of demographics non-existentThe strange fabrication of how polluted andmisconstrued thoughts Is a simple resolutionto every soulsconfusionCan you countevery writtenfaith?Books on who's opinion? Indi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2152800/ 1.20.I wrote my own artist agreement Blending thefour colours of warI’m rewriting the treaties Remixes of aphrodisiacs My remedies for life keep giving me success Call me Aphrodite chain smoking cigarettes The Lone Orchid of frost bitten sunsetsI&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2152799/ 1.19.It’s been thirty three dayssince I had a mylast nightmareI still have my dreams of realitiessoon to comeWhat I see there is far more frightening then anynightmareyou can dream ofThis is why my presence has become so haunting When I speak of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2150132/ 1.17.Frozen open backpacksHand printson the wallI’m my own best friendMy best friend is a w***eWhen people complainover those ditch weedsWe see the beautyin orange tiger liliesWe hate the coldBut love the frost on dead treesMy only saviou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2150131/ 1.16.This old town reminds me of a forgotten dreamThe familiarlies remain inthe secrets it keepsCan anyone else see theseinvisible mysteriesI feel comfortable in heartache of your memories I wish you could havemy eyesSo you could escape to my rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2150129/ 1.15.It was the fall of 82Years and tears after I tried to rememberto forget how muchI loved youNow I'm the talk of the townThey watch me as I go crazySlide on downmemory hazySmile in confusionStill under the illusionStung outDrug-inducedSt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2150125/ 1.14.Never will you be able to tame the wild in meI amA animalA savageA feral figment of long lostnightmaresI can see through yourmanipulative tricksNow watch as I dig your ditchStill in my stiletto kicksWith the smell of last nights gunpowder .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2150124/ 1.13.Let me get highSo I can sing to youthe bluesCrush up poison petalsof small town sunflowersShoot up on toxic threatsThese arethe promisesof small townregretsLast timeI overdosed I was became president ofClub 27 Contraband upsellsSex seduc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2150122/ 1.12.North of the NileI was boundby goldMy story was stolen then it wassoldWritten asa realityread it remained a mystery Mistreatedand beatenall for a pennyI fled to the WestTo join a traveling burlesque I danced I swayedWith a flick of the hip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2150121/ 1.11.I’m debating and contemplating in cemeteries with dug up gravesMultiplying decisions I’ve already madeStrategies dividedI got territory to claimCalculating so quickly I live a lifetime each dayI’ll be a good womanthis time I swear Learn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2142396/ 1.9.I lied about youto live in a lie thatwas made by youYou helped convince meyou said it was the truthThey said I manipulatedways to changeversionsPossible fate with youNow your eyesmy tearsYou made me need youSaid you didn't know howyou could c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2142389/ 1.8.Sometimes I get boredI play dangerous gamesUsed some matchesTurned to ashes Burning my cash was the only wayI ever made the thunder crashDuring confession even the priest is swearin and sweatin telling me how pretty f*****g crazy I amWell my daddy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2142388/ 1.7.Beauty is a dangerous thing to obtainEven the darkeststars warned meIt doesn’t like to play fairIt can lie It can deceive It can cheatIt even steals you out of your death Shooting star or the unworthy deadWith my breathI give life to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2142387/ 1.5.If only you knewhow many laps it would taketo make my escapeLost in myminds maze I was trapped in dark days Lost in countlesswaysTime after timeDo you knowhow many timesI have diedwhile alive?    It's not easyhaving thisbeautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2142268/ 1.4.I know youWe met once upon a made up realityJust a figment of Death We were daydreamingThat look in your eyesTell’s me it's no longer you I guess the rumours are trueYou're the oneI thoughtI never knewif you knewI made .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2142265/ 1.3.I learnt all my bestlessons sitting in basements chain smoking with church ladiesSmoke cloudsold Dior perfume filled cold roomsThe smell of lives lived Heavenlyodourmaking loveunder black moonsHell hath no fury like a woman scornby a God.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2142264/ 1.2. When I was a little girlI use to steal my Mothers cigarettesShe use to smoke in the bathroomtobacco was always a little wet King size redWhile she readbooks on love she reallyhad a lust forIn the school yardin a circlealone I satsmoking stolen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2142262/ 1.1. All day long I walk around singing my sweet sad songs It gets lonely being the only one who hears God muttering to no oneCall me the Holy gladiatorLost profit fighting Tiger Lilies Done dancing behind copper barsI bow to no oneWatch how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2135564/ 26.Why I am the way I am?I would tell youbut I can’t I’m on the runI’m a convicted felonIf I told you my real nameThey would hunt you down tooTycoon of concrete rosesCall me the iconic Muse God gave me one lookSix days laterI made.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2135563/ 20.When I was bornwas long before ChristI’ll live foreverA lot longer then these capital liesI am a timeless widowWho grew old in circles of my forgotten divineI once was a captive like a clock on a shelfEmpress of wild Blue BellsCall me a da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2135562/ 14.All day long I float between galaxies and deep space.Try to call me up but,I’m in a daze, stuck in my ways.Eternities of not believing.Confusions of forgotten Gods.New technical ways of praying.I take the back door to heaven.Invite myself for dinner in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2135561/ 7.What I am is a child of GodThe eldest of girlsOne day I’ll claim the KingdomBirthrights of elementsPrincess of White Lilacs Call me the rebellious daughterDuring Sunday schoolshow and tellI’ll strip downstart a firering the bellMy drama.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2135560/ 1.I am an old soulIf not one of the oldest to walk this cursed dirtQueen of the liliesCall me Mother EarthI gave birth to the original sinI conceived it with good faithSin so blessedIt heard youQuestion its reasonWatched youTurn to your judgeme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2135559/ X.Is beauty the truth?He asked the wise MuseAs she tied his silver nooseBackwards she read the Sunday newsThe secret is neither here nor thereBut everywhereIn locks of golden hairThe taste of sea airUnder the gamblers chairFor I had written the spe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaX/2135558/