http://slow.writerscafe.org/highschool The original writings of author Vertigoingnowhere en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053772 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It hits me like a form of ecstasy.Pure and hopeless and tragically soothing.It put me in a daze, where time wasn't real.Everything was in slow motion and I could hear the musicOh what music, such wonderful music,It gave my skin goose-bumps and sent shivers down my spine.Wrapp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1336818/ In my english class we got an assignment to write a poem pretaining to war, a struggle, battle, ect. I sat there thinking for a long while and then got the idea to write it about writing it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1321922/ He is like rain.He leaves a trail of goose-bumps on your skin.He surrounds you completely,And is a pleasure to dance with. He is like sunshine.When he’s around, you feel warm.He brings life to all he touches.And he leaves you with something beautiful.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1306255/ With this winter chill moving in,Causing these goose bumps upon my skin,The world swallows me up, turning me into stone.I close my eyes, and enter the arctic zoneI inhale the fire, and exhale the pain.Removing my troubles, keeping me sane. I’m leaving now darli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1296173/ I’m tired, worn out, exhaustedI’ve tried and tried and tried some moreI’ve tried to fill my mind with thoughts other than of youIt works for only a minute then I’m back to where I beganI’ll stop fighting now, I promise I will.But I’ll hate ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1294100/ Whatever you do kid, remember who you are.When the storms overhead, remember the stars.When you’re feeling dark, remember the sun.If you’re looking for an answer, it’s not with a gun.If you’re feeling stressed or depressed,Remember that organ inside your c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1276858/ This bridge we haveBurn it down.Make sure there’s nothing leftOnly ashes on the ground.The pages I've written,Shred the evidence.I can't even be around youThe stench of your arrogance.I told you everythingOpened all old wounds.Sat under sunlightAnd l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1275716/ I just want to mean somethingMake a differenceEase the painI don’t want to be just a pretty faceOr just another brick in the wallDo you see me?I mean really see meI don’t want to be just a distractionI've been in the place of usedI don’t want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1275369/ I am just like anyone else.Cut me and I bleedSlap me and my face will turn red.I have feelings too you know.I’m not bulletproof.I’m not indestructible.I break down and cry my eyes out over pointless s**t.Why?Because that’s what I'm supposed to do... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1259705/ I know these words won't matter to you.Maybe because they never did.I will never understand why I fell so hardFor someone who knows no darkness withinWho runs around with the stench of mindless arroganceand talks as if he's seen it all. I will admit my stomach was filled with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1255183/ She needs to be locked away, toprotect the sane.To be given a life sentence, toprevent the pain.She runsaround touching life after lifeWith a deadly toxin that works like a knife.Cutting deep into hearts with no intention of mercy.It’s not her intent, to make suc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1251972/ I hit the ground harder this time.I could hear the sound of my own bones breaking.The pain felt unreal.The sky grew dark, and roared as lightning struck.Then came the rain.The raindrops mixed with the blood and ran down my back, leavinggoose bumps on my skin.I tried to get .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1245347/ She looked over at the clockand sighed.She closed her textbookand went to the window.She got the sudden urgeto go outside.Glancing over at her unfinished assignment, she frowned and grabbed a sweater from her over-crowded closet. She closed the front door and feltthe cool, c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1235632/ A humans eyes are their greatest virtue. It tells wether a persons intentions are good or bad. How they may be feeling, if they're broken inside. They tell a story that cannot be heard through ones mouth and no matter how hard you try to hide, the eyes can reveal the lies that are told and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1200790/ Dear, I am here before you with a heart full of pain and a head full of hatred. The fog has cleared and the mask has come off.“Back, back!” I say.Return to your cave that is so deep and lonely.Let the monster return to you and consume what you are. With the green of your eyes a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1156654/ ~Friends are a lot like candy. Sweet, when needed and sour at times. Then before you know it, they've changed and dissolved into nothing but a bitter memory left on your tongue. -HSA http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1128729/ I come out of my cave to see what has become of this placeTo my surprise, I see his face.I say, "Oh dear boy you've found my woodsThe place I like to hide away in, I never thought anyone could."This place seems less darker now, a little more of the sun I see.As it kindl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1119827/ Here’s a little story about a stupid girl and a stupid boy. The stupid girl fell in love with the boy. The boy was said to make the stupid girl very happy. The stupid boy put on quite a show. He was one hell of an actor. The stupid girl had no idea it was all an act. She never r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1115459/ We are the reckless, we are the brave, and we are the wild youth. Most of us are bitter over the emptiness. We are breathing; we are troubled, we are the fighters of a dying breed. We are the fire that we set inside ourselves for fun. To distract ourselves from the feelings, those are dead, and they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1109635/ I'm sorry for slamming the door so hard. The noise was very loud and surely it frightened you.I am tired and I've had enough.Enough of your games. Enough of your broken promises.When the room collapsed, you escaped but left me in the rubble.I cracked and crumbled and fought for nothing.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1087231/ So back to my couch where i'll binge on DoritosJust sitting outsidebeing eaten by mosquitoesEmpty ice cream cartons & my baggy sweats.Endless television marathons with my furry feline pets Not giving a s**t about those who are ignorant and bentBecause those close minded idi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1087013/ The darkness has gotten a hold of me once again.I wasn't strong enough and there were no soldiers to help mefight this war. This time, I've been nailed to the cold, dead, abandoned,ground.The incoming winter wind sent shivers down my bare back.I saw the goose bumps form.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1074667/ The dragon that dwells beneath my soul is angry.The fire that I had lit in my heart is suffocating, dying.It is too hot to touch, and too far gone to save, yet I let myself try resulting in the burning of my flesh.The smell of the ashes fills my nose.The sparks that used to be so abundant, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1069037/ Theauburn leave cover the ground.Thecold wind blows through the deserted streets as I walk alone.Isat down in the middle of the abandoned road and buried my face in my memories.AsI closed my tiresome, aching eyes, the past begins to dance behind my lids.Thefirst thing I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1065471/ It seems as if October snuck up on me. I was so lost in my pathetic August daydreams when suddenly i felt the cool, crisp, Autumn air brush against my face with a bittersweet greeting. I opened my eyes to see the trees smoldering with all shades of orange, yellow, and red. I pulled on my sweat shirt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1061038/ Deep in the core of my soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1054429/ I feel like ive been chained up for such a long timeTied down by my broken heart, never being able to climbto the tops of trees where i feel at peaceAway from the darkness that never seemed to ceaseBut, I am Not Afraid Any MoreIve might have finally found an open doorThat will lead me out of the dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1047335/ I stand alone in the rainNot to morn the lost or the feel the painI feel the cold, wet, drops that glisten in the moonlight, hit my faceI'm not a depressed soul or a broken graceI'm not some lonely little girl in a huge messed up universeI am a girl who always sees the best in people .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1046516/ Lend me your eyes, i can change what you seeI can show you you what the beauty nature looks through mei can show you what the cool, ocean breeze does to meyou will learn why i stand alone in the raini will reveal to you my darkness and my tragic painif you wish to learn my secret, you must promise n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1045374/ She sat under the shade of an old oak tree. As she sits she wonders what will become of herself. At that moment she hears a sound come from inside the forrest. Her curiousity got the best of her and she decided to investigate. As she ventured into the woods she hears the noise again. It doesnt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1029918/ Just came up with this out of the blue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/1022611/ I'd like to sit in a tree for hours and hours on a nice sunny, summer day. Wearing an old t-shirt and my ripped up jeans with my barefeet dangling over the side of a branch. Below there would be a big open grassy field covered with dandilions so I can make a million wishes and fill the air with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/972965/ Some say Love sucks and say it does not exsistOthers say it is real, and just has many twistsI do not know where i stand on this, i'm torn on which is fact and which is fake.I've had my heart soar and sing, but i've also had it bleed and break. I do believe that it may not b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/971952/ yYou know that feeling you get when you are completly oblivious to the problems you have been struggling with?When your troubles are taken away ?Its only for a short whileit doesnt come around often though so you must cherish your time with it It only comes around when you least expect it to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/959466/ thanks biology class :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/954368/ Intoxicated with memories and painThe hurt is still there, trapped on the inside like a stainThe cuts scratches and scars remain bloody and unstitchedwatch how the juicy red liquid trickles down and drips The emotions seem invisible to the silent faceSo full of lies and ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/948555/ Is it rightto sit and let this diewere slowly letting golike this storys better untoldI'm sitting here waiting for the sound of the drum Just waiting for that one day to comeWhen you both realize how much i'm in painWith this burden upon my shoulders, driving me insaneI wish you coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/941414/ I wanna be a songbirdI wanna greet the morning with a happy tuneI want to soar above the clouds that rest in the skyI want to watch the sun rise and watch the rain fall I wanna be a songbird I want to fly away to a distant landA far away place where i can be aloneA place isolate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/938955/ Theres something about the blue ocean that makes it so invitingMakes it looks so peaceful and beautiful with its blue-green waters resting under the light of the sunPlunging into the salty sea, I Instantly feel that weightlessness sensation.I often wonder what secrets this mysterious para.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/921626/ tech class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/920209/ Finding who you are is one of the great challanges in lifeyou dont learn it right awayBut i might know who i am, but everyday of my life i have wondered where i came fromI could be German, Native Amercain, Italian, i Dont know.The long forlorn wait to be eighteen is hard. Going everyday no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/912783/ Once upon a time there was a little girl who was carefree and wildAlwasy happy and having fun. Not rain nor wind or storm could keep her down. Infact she loved the rain what others saw as a scary she saw excitementShe made a few good friends along the winding roada shy young girl wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/907566/ something i wrote in history class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/869233/ somethin i write off the bat like in 5 minutes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/829261/ first perfessional poem i wrot in 9th grade in english. its about me being adopted. also i wrote this in school thats why i finally was able to format some of my writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/828963/ A little something i wrote in biology class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/825956/ I am so lost and just want to be found. I feel like a lonely, scared and unloved hound. I know that there's someone out there for me. I'm wearing my lock, now who has my key? I'm so sick and tired of the lonesome wait. Why cant there be a fast forward button on fate? I walk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/823991/ My eyes opened slowly as i woke from my sleep. The night before i closed the blinds, but the bright sun found a way through. It shot warm beams of light on to my tiresome eyes. I gave up on sleep and got out of bed. I grabbed my blanket, went down stairs and walked out the front door. The ground was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/823880/ The night seems to inspire me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/821911/ me being a violinist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highschool/821129/