http://slow.writerscafe.org/SlimBizkit The original writings of author SlimBizkit en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041464 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this in the perspective of a depressed person. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/1170572/ I write this in respect to everyone who's ever been bullied. It's nothing about my life, but I wrote it for anyone who is different; to assure them that its okay to dare to be different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/981740/ how I'm feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/979535/ A poem about cancer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/957421/ A poem inspired by someone that I'm crushing on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/957296/ On the cliff we stand.Closer and closer do I come to the edge.But it's not of my intentions.You keep pushing me.You corner me,more and more.My feet begin to slip.Pebbles begin to fall a thousand feet,clashing to the ground below.My heart pounds in worry......in agony.And you don't care.You just push.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/911771/ I wrote this in memory of my class last year. I miss them dearly, and I just had to write on my thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/901362/ Some corny poem about a ghost...or so we think o_O http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/901325/ When you turn away,I know I pushed you there.When you hate me,I know I caused the tear.When the blood runs from the scene,I know I cut you.I know that it hurts,please know I never meant to.When you cry,I know I forecasted the storm.When I was cold,Your hug wasn't there to warm.Now without you,I real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/826077/ Just something I wrote because it helps me as well as (possibly) some other person on here that you are you, and you should be proud of it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/821457/ I stare into your eyes.I see the unnatural love; NO love.I know the smile you fake, is there just to please me.It allows me pretend that we are what we once were; But we are nothing.We were something, but I shattered it like glass.Who would've known the last time I hugged you was the last all togeth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SlimBizkit/816287/