http://slow.writerscafe.org/The_Last_Spartan The original writings of author The_Last_Spartan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776207543 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem I wrote for my girlfriend some time ago. I hope she learns to love herself like I loved her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1498790/ Chapter 1 �" The Prisoner                 Lorilia Heart thought she was going insane.It’s not every day you see a big blue police box materialize on the Science andTechnology building your no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1329930/ Just because I don’tbelieve in an old man up in the clouds,Telling me what isright,And what is wrong.Just because I liketo believe that I control my own fate,And that there is noone to blame but me for my mistakes.Just because myversion of serenity,Is not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1322048/ What do you mean I can't use the same rhyme twice? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1316883/ I just need to clear my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1286277/ In which, a Peacock meets a Sparrow; and they connect instantly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1264805/  "All legends begin somewhere, mum." A little boy, with dark hair and light electric-blue eyes, whined to his mother. His mother, also with electric-blue eyes and dark curly hair, smiled to the fireplace. The room was large and comfy, the mother sitting in a large lush red chair facing the gran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1264291/ All legends begin somewhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1264255/ .....hi.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1257751/ For my OPP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1234773/ I’m not who I thought I would be.I’m a broken,Shattered, Version of me.Looking back,I see my past mistakes.What if I could change?I just need a light.Something to shine in the darkness of my mind.Someone to tell me it’ll all be okay.I’m tired to waiting for spring to come,I&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1194941/ It's good to be back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1194940/ Thereare many beautiful things in this world. Some we see, and some we don't. Somewe find as we live, andsome we will always be blind to. Someother people create, and some that come natural. Thereare countless beautiful things in this world... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1181028/ I can't handle their eyes anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1173870/ When we were kids, wewere told we can be anything we want to be,Our parents loopingus into a false sense of security. But now that we’reolder we can see,That we CAN beanything we want to be,If we’ve got themoney.And the time,And thedetermination,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1158969/ I don't know what keeps me going,I don't know what keeps me strong.Is it my pride?Or my ability to tell right from wrong?I don't know how this will end,but I'll keep it up until then. Because I may not know my destiny,or my fate,but I know one thing; this is the path I was born to take. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1123707/ Just something I've come to realize. I can't run away from the truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1099375/ I didn’t think it would come tothis,But nowI see that thinking that was childish.And nowmy only wish is to end this,So I put the pistol to my head, And say a prayerI see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?My life flashes before my eyes, A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1090952/ Supposed to be read with a kind of beat. But it's still okay when it's just read normally. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1075446/ I’ve been alone.Surrounded bydarkness.And I’ve seen howheartless,The world can be. I’ve been aloneI’ve been down,I’ve been on myknees,Begging for the painto ease.I’ve been alone.Shown no mercy,Beaten until I blee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1073897/ One of my favorite new poems. But I'm still unsure of what I should call it; any suggestions in the comments would be very much appreciated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/1063366/ I've kinda been hiding this one until I thought that it was ready, after like 2 weeks of stalling, to be posted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/977700/ A poem I wrote for the Anti-Bullying campaign at my school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/948729/ I’m cursed,Not blessed.This will be my finaltest. I guess it doesn’tmatter how many years have passed,I’m still haunted bymy past.I can see the lightat the end,But I will never beable to step in it again.Knowing now that Iface my death,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/947562/ I really don't know why I wrote this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/938208/ A poem about the video game Portal. I personally thought it was one of my PURE GENIUS moments, but feel free to leave your opinion in the comments section. :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/905147/ From a rhyme I've had stuck in my head... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/893666/ I'm on the outside looking in, on all of the tragedies there's been, and all of the mistakes we have made, but do we never really change? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/893463/ A poem dedicated to my autobiography. (Which I have not started yet... XD) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/884161/ I've been listening to Adele's Rumors too much... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/825101/ I almost forgot how much I loved this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/825097/ heheheheheheh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/824786/ I'm SUCH a sucker for drama. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/824778/ Just a poem I wrote about how people get consumed by fiction and forget themselves, I wrote this from personally experience, but I was one of those who where lucky enough to wake up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/813115/ I personally love this poem, it's one of my favorites that I've written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/810542/ It's a little immature; it's one of the very first poems I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/810527/ I wrote this for my creative writing club. I couldn't get the picture on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/810253/ I wrote this because I see myself as a soldier. I always seen myself as a soldier. This is just how I would describe myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Last_Spartan/810250/