http://slow.writerscafe.org/if_im_real The original writings of author ANR en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042373 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You ask me how I am,and I tell you a lie.I call you half a man,when I'm only halfway living life.I've been running for a while,afraid of my own mind.I've been running from a secret,tucked somewhere deep inside. You ask me how I am,and I tell you a lie. I wish it was the truth,but the truth is I'm no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/if_im_real/2480313/ “We’re lost.” Jimmy Reid announced with a declaring voice as he planted his fist on his hips.      “Definitely lost.” Conner Leland tacked on, examining the surrounding forest as it lurked closer to nightfall. The crickets were already beginning to c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/if_im_real/2174810/ Operation: Fix It​Agreeing was something people usually did with me, but not this time. This time, people disagreed when I said he was cute. I mean, he wasn’t like Chris, who was hot as hell. But I thought Andrew was cute. He didn’t have a lot of friends, but after a few days of hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/if_im_real/2174808/ What happens to overachievers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/if_im_real/2169610/ I was once told that the body is a temple and that anyone who wishes to worship within it, should be chosen wisely, and that the choice should be based on character and perseverance. I don’t think I believe that. The body, no matter what form it takes, whether physically, mentally, e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/if_im_real/2166904/ He's bluehis body lifeless.Tell me hashis soul really left us?I prayfor a heartbeatBut todaythe angels must not owe me...He's deadits so obvious.Almost as bad,that his heart has left us.And I prayfor closure.But todaythe angels just grow colder...He's bluehe's not breathing.My heart keeps onsearchin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/if_im_real/2166616/ *TW* This poem is about suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/if_im_real/2166615/ I always end up with you, there's nothing left that I can do. So I might as well quit trying, to fly when I know I should be fighting,for you...Ups and downs,ins and outs,and yet I end up with you,we both know that it is true. So I might as well quit trying, to fly when I sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/if_im_real/2166614/ I cannot wash your blood off my hands.I am the woman no one can stand. I bury bodies deep in the sand. Tell me Mama,what was I like before the storm hit?Before I was decieved, murdered, and hid?Was I a sweet, darling kid?I will never again be that girl,cuz she's no longer me. Oh, I wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/if_im_real/2164722/