http://slow.writerscafe.org/Elizabeth%20Croney The original writings of author Elizabeth Porterfield en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064773 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You've got to be willing to fight for it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1772583/ A song I wrote a long time ago but never posted because there was controversy as to the whether the bridge should become the chorus and vice versa, but I like it as it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1385132/ Hey yayayaya x2Hey, I wanna feel againCause I'm so numbHey, I wanna feel againCause I'm so sick and tiredOf being numbCan you open up this heartFor us my friendCause I'm so tiredOf having to pretend(Chorus)I wanna feel againI wanna open up my eyesAnd know that I'm aliveI wanna feel againI wanna know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1354915/ It's kind of a short film, and it was written in a rush because it was a history assignment, it's very philosophical and kind of anti-war, and there's some comedy in it too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1354908/ Blame can turn you into the monster you don't want to become... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1351806/ Like a ghostShe floats through the hallwayA lost soulOut of control, so afraidAnd she knowsWhat she has in this momentWhat she doesn’t knowIs how long it’ll stay this way (Chorus)She’s scared she’s gonna loseEverythingHer f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1340152/ Control is a drugMore addictive than dopeOr pillsOr alcoholWe all feel like we have to have controlTo surviveYou don’t shoot it upIt’s not smokedYou can’t ingest itFor someIt’s harder to get than cokeAnd more pricey than a lineB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1340149/ There is nothing hereIt is too empty for even an echoA bottomless pit of nothingnessIs it your heart?There is no heat hereIt is too cold for even iceA frozen impossible wastelandIs it your soul? But no…The second is your heartThe first is your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1340148/ For a momentI thought,Something here just felt right.I was brokenBut not,I just couldn’t see the light.But the flame of youShown through the darkness,I was drawn to you like a moth.My heart had been lostIn loneliness,Brought about by distance and slo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1340144/ She stared up at my eyesAnd I know not what she sawBut she sobbed thenHer tears those of a womanTruly broken…Long after the moment was overI wondered…The only reason I’ve ever cried like thatIs that I have found one of two thingsMy Salvation.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1340142/ The inspiration for this story was the first line. Just a twitch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1338890/ Wishing people could accept me as I am... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1338329/ GuiltSorrowPainAnguishA waterfall falling around meCovering meIn these unconquerable emotionsDrenched in what I can't controlThe tears pouringUnnoticedFor I am alone againWith no one to understandNo one to help me bear this burdenBut why should theyAfter all"I must have brought this on myselfClearly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1338324/ A simple expression of my desire to be free of my mistakes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1338321/ A collection of poetry, songs, and short stories that come from the heart and show bits and pieces of my story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1338316/ Me letting go of the guilt... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1337832/ Another song about how I feel like things aren't ok... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1337829/ Very disturbing, this was an actual nightmare that I had and it honestly made me feel as if I was going insane... be warned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1253827/ In the darknessWe descendStaccato footstepsMark your endRagged breathingThe death wish sendYou brought this on yourself Your damaged heartYour dreams departYou thought you could mendBut today your end startsYou don’t have a choiceYou los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1253826/ Very different and very random, kind of crazy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1240376/ Something I've wished I could do a million times... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1182513/ A simple explanation... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1178890/ Tear Me to Pieces Tear stains on paper thin skinBlood pours like ink from withinShe’d cried a million timesFor a part of herThat no longer existsShe breathes in pain and sorrowKeeps waiting for tomorrowFor promisesLeft unfulfilledBut tomorrow ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1178881/ Chapter 1:  Bloody RedRoses         It was his anniversary.  His first anniversary.  She had tracked himto a jeweler’s store, where he was picking up a beautiful heart-shaped pendantof emerald and diamond.  By she, I mean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1173050/ Prologue            Idon’t want to hurt people…            I’m good atit, but that doesn’t mean I like to hurt people.     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1173046/ A bad a*s seventeen year old assassin chick with a split personality has to fight for her life against They who force her to use her dark side to do Their dirty work and her dark-side itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1172570/ Guilt can be earth shattering... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1171423/ Trying to describe the confusion of conflicting emotions in someone with a strong connection to nature and the elements... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1161119/ This is for those people who have that one person whose always telling you that you are exactly what you fear... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1156790/ A song for the man I love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1155592/ People so often make you think that they are something they are not... Or that they can change when they never will... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1154007/ Just a random thought... Well, maybe not so random... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1153383/ Another look at my struggles, the struggles of a human heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1153381/ A contemplation... I seem to attract people, and then never be able to give them everything they want from me... And somehow that hurts me, because I want to give them what they want... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1152855/ Something to think about life and death... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1152852/ Kind of an unfinished thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1152195/ This would be the ultimate in cruel April Fools Day jokes... Don't try this at home kids!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1151669/ The Blank Page A blank pageThoughts tangled and snaredAnd stillA blank page lies before youIt shouldn’t be blankIt should be covered in inkAnd graphiteWords should be scribbledDoodles drawnYet the page is still blankEmptyLike all that&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1151663/ The Chains that BindChainsWrithing around youCold black snakesSlithering across yourskinDriving awayThat all too pleasanttouchOf WarmthYou chose this foryourselfTo hide from the feelingsTo run from your lustYou felt the temptationWas just too muc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1150080/ My take on the insanity of the human soul... Enjoy:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1150078/ How strongly I feel about music... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1149553/ An interesting little look into the way I sometimes wish the world could be... When I don't want to feel anything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1148957/ Kind of interesting, a little different from my usuall, but not much:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1138266/ The three biggest parts of me... Who do you see? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1137156/ Random thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1135924/ A good old fashioned vampire tale with a twist:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1133608/ Freedoms calling to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1127866/ This came to me not long after a chemistry lesson on Absolute Zero, the Holy Grail of cold... I found it quite fascinating http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1127864/ The downside to hope... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1127861/ Love is not just about the action and the word means nothing if there is no true feeling behind it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elizabeth-Croney/1125329/