http://slow.writerscafe.org/The_Newby The original writings of author Katrina Lynn. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047094 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear Mom,  There's something in the way that you treat me, so carefully, as if I'm frail, that causes my actions; when I come home, breaking all promises of sobriety, my honest feelings pouring out of my mouth in slurred revisions to lies. I'd just wanted to prove that I'm not broken, and in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Newby/1195498/ Drawn in, A Lingering breath, Soon killed by bitter kiss, A loss for words, Seduction, Lean in, Another caress.Shaking hands are steadied. Nervousness aside. "You're ready now aren't you?" I don't know "Well that's just fine" The pressure, makes me fright.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Newby/1149890/   That's it,                    I'm done,                                     I'm coming out, "Mom and Dad, I'm gay"     &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Newby/1106220/ Lord forgive me, for I have sinned. I have been born into a generation of misfits, idiots and s***s. The life of children these days is chemically induced, and all those who are important to me, people whom I value, Have committed such 'treason',  And I shall silently c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Newby/1058200/ I'm troubled, I'll drink,  I stumble, and sink,   I've crumbled, I think.    And I've let it all slip.     I'm angered, I tease.      I'm lonely, and trip.       I'm pointless, I'll crack.     &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Newby/1008484/ How hopeless is a Girl who cries?  When what We Say creates those lines.  Her eyes rimmed red And darkly smudged.    Those lines we've left, A bloody grudge.     Deserve it? No. How could she?      We've labeled her a false&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Newby/1003807/ Something about night,  And it's deep black serenity.  Leaves an enchanted whisper   In my mind.     I become high with thoughts,      The breath crawling from my lips       Onto the ivory sheet before me,   &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Newby/1002819/ I put the gun to my head, the words slipping out lazily. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Newby/991938/ One of my first poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Newby/991836/