http://slow.writerscafe.org/Emily11 The original writings of author Emily en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206194 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm tired of being burdened by timeI don't want my life planned outBy the ticking of a clock. I don't want to be startled By an alarm Jolted unnaturally awake.I want to flow to the rhythm Of my body's own Electrical zigzag. I am not fooled by the illusion Of the fourth dime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1919015/ It is youBut you're too busy Bouncing around      To seeMy hand saw*Got dull and brokeTrying to cut this tie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1900989/ The lines of reality blurWhen I'm with youI'm shaking on the insideI fear you will see       What I deny(As you gently trace your fingertips up and down my thigh)This isn't what it wasSupposed to be     A lie(Crawling in bed w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1862381/ I have seen                       Warapplauded   B(U)y the massesFlashes of orange and yellowLike fireworks on the fourth of July         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1843275/ "Stop wishing your life away." Events unfolding, another day of the dimensional story. Everything expressions of everything. We create to complicate and avoid the simplicity of the now. Remember, watch the watcher; listen to the thinker, feel the feeler. Reality slips away. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1607673/ He nervously puts his fingertipsIn his pocketsLeans back Looks around the roomAnd then at meI feel the intensity of hisPassion claiming my heartIn the strength of his gazeAt this moment, I knowI look awaySnugglingMy head on his chestTo hear the truthIn his rhythm, beati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1599196/ A song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1591774/ hitting the cement, landing on my feet,breaking my legsas I lie here, staring out only seeing inbone marrow drainingdrip, drop, splash, poolcoagulationthis is the bottom the foundation. the inside out one wayor another - more stubborn than myunbreakable will.suddenly I detac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1525793/ maybe I should have gotten youa card with a 20 dollar bill, wroteyoua poem declaring my love,hid a tube of lipstick by the bedcherry red lips at 6 a.m.,slowed down my walk, stuck byyour sidecome on, come on catch up, I saidI'm wearing my polka dot dresswith no shoesbarefo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1521298/ I revealed all of myselfto you: letting go and grippingfear by the fistfuluntil the illusion wasreality turned insideout crashingon top of my unrelentingdesire -suffering thoughts programmed, my senseschasing after what does this mean;drowning out who .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1510272/ 6:00 a.m. I'm hungryagain, belly empty, head fulltired, I get up make a pot of bitter generic coffeeand peanut butter toastlook for jobs company after companyno replydo my dishes, sweep my floor 1:00 p.m.pack up 2 bags of laundryscrape together 5 dollarswalk 4 blocks in 115 d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1503506/ While sitting in the temp agencyreviewing my resume with a girl 15 years my junior, she asks,what other experience do you have?I thought for a moment for the perfect reply. Of course, I couldn't tell her about packing up my car with 600 bucks and driving alone across the country in Dece.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1503436/ our first conversation was aboutwhere we are in the universea perspective we will never seea tear evolves into a raindropnow an ice cube in my mouthhe smoothed his black, thick hair and straightened his shirtI sipped my rum and coketo make it last in my favorite dive barour bod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1502989/ Assault http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1502167/ anxiety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1350703/ Closure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1304525/ Life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1304517/ He tells me that he got a job In a department store    Selling suits On Wednesday's  Thursday's he flips BurgersFriday's he mows lawns  Sunday's he goes to church  It was Saturday nightAnd the week's lies     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1216399/ When you lose yourmemory   You are always left Wondering what you haveForgotten There is no emotion inamnesia  (some are good, someare bad  some don't mean anything at all like the man who pulledover to watch me pet thedeer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1215063/ I can still feel   Your dark curly hair Tangled in my fingers   Your sorrowful lips kissing my sweaty  chest Leaving with my new whitebra  In my purseNext to pepper spray andtobacco Covered mints    My dress wrinkled &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1214635/ I Have No T.V.StereoMicrowaveOr Full Length Mirror My Coffee Cups Don’t MatchI Just Bought 12 Outfits For 65 DollarsNo LoverFew FriendsMy Car Is From 1991Would you like to have lunch? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1047167/ The Only Thing I Will           Leave Behind         Are My Words                      &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1012341/ 2:00 P.M. Sitting In My Brown Computer Chair That I Bought From A DiscountUsedFurniture Store  Looking At A          Photo Online Of Him And           &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/1005530/ My Sister Who For35 Years Called Me          Emmy   Now Calls Me Emily - Jennifer!   Instead Of Jenny                     How Do You Do?  While Spending 3 Weeks Flirting&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/997820/ He Is Silent As He Breathes Rapidly.                                           &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/981274/ Running Against The Black SelfCreated   Cloud-Like-GravityLoose Shoe Laces   Come UndoneTripping MeUp-Like-ObsessiveLust In A Daydream   From A Memory(Now I Wish I HadNot Drank So Much   Wine)There Were Bruises   On Your ArmsSmaller Than My Purp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/981263/ 3:43 A.M.  A Dog Is Barking In The Downstairs Apartment  Half AsleepI Am Sure A Cat Is Meowing In My BedStartled Now, I Think It Must Be The Mouse   I Get Up And Pee         SurelyThere Is Poetry In TheFlushing Of A Toilet  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/980591/ Love is a biological reaction      So powerful itbursts Out of me Like a meteor shower  Dancing in the room  Until my feet        Get off thefloor          Then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/971319/ She Tried       To Change     The Moon Into The SunCompletelyForgetting                        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/970989/ "I'm writing you just to let you know what's on my heart and mind."    She Got Off The "Dope"   A Forced Recovery                Like MostShe Is Now Better Than Him     A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/965697/ I am from a great grandmother who died in a pool of blood bloodWith breast milkThat never let downA woman Who died face downFor the laws of manNamed godI am from a Dutch manWho recorded the births and deaths of his sons and daughters Letters and numbers Of joy and sorrowHear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/962050/ I Read Your Horoscope   With My MorningCoffeeHoping                         It Would Say My Name     That Our Love Is &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/959533/ It could happen to you anywhere at anytime, and you will never see it coming. You could be at the library sitting on the thin, gray carpeted floor with your back pressed against the stack of books reading Anais Nin " Delta Of Venus, and you look up, and he looks down at you with an, “I’v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946097/ The frigid, cold wind hit Alexis in the face and reminded her of her last lover. The sting and burn aching to the bone.  Her mind now turned on, and obsessive thoughts froze her body on the back porch.  Shivering from the chill of ghosts,  all she never was, all she did wron.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946096/ He Wanted   The InnocentDelicate  GirlWho Blushed   When She Said        FuckAnd Only   Had Two LoversNotched On Her  BeltThat She Hung  In The Back Of HerCloset  And Never WoreI Welded  Mine To MyHips &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946094/ My Mother Told                        MeTo Not Put My...      Elbows                &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946093/ “I’ve got 25 bucks and a cracker.  Do you think it is enough to get us there?”  ~ Tori Amos I Have A Dream Of Being A Little More..Like    YouGet UpAt 6 A.M.Shower, Dress,Go To WorkCome Home, Cook,       Read My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946091/ Call MeWe Will Have Dinner   And DrinksI Will Make YouFall   Deeply In LoveWith MeAnd For A WhileI Will Convince MyselfI Am Capable Of This It Will Be Fun For AFew MonthsUntil I Get Scared And Destroy Everything Then I Will Find..Every Flaw You HaveAnd Remind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946089/ He Was Obsessed With MeI Was Obsessed With Poetry Dissecting Every WordAsking -   What I MeantIn Line 2 “The Unattainable  To Sustain” All He Had       -To Do-Was ReadThe Dictionary He ThoughtIf He Could FigureMe-Out L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946087/ I almost had you  The man of my dreamsBig strong masculine   HandsYou’d ignore me For three days   And then ask me to ComeOver To FuckYou’d make love   To meWith all your dysfunctional Passion   You’d call me a nagFor aski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946081/ I See HerWearing His JacketIt Is TightOn HerThe FatRolls On Her ArmsAre Too Squished ToJiggleShe Notices MeAnd Carefully Raises HerHand To Her Red LipstickLips And Shows MeHer..Cubic ZirconiaEngagement RingThat So NicelyHighlightsHer French-TipFake FingernailsHer Hair Is WetFrom SweatingOn The Dance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946079/ What Else    Could I Have Done   Except Drain The OcularFluid          From My Eyes To Use As GlueFor A PictureOfTulips  Pick This ScabPress It To ThisPage  DirectlyIn The Center&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946075/ No One Dances   Like They Should Think       On This Side-Walk          In June             On A Starry Night       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946074/ Have You Been Published? “If SoI Will LikeYour Words.” I Have Had My BestPicked ApartAnd MadeShallowAnd My WorstAdoredFor The DepthBy IdiotsWho Have DegreesIn LiteraturePiled On Their HeadsTheir ShiningCrownOf Paper. I Tell Them -To Burn ItAnd In The GraySMOKEThat Swi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946073/ Here I Am     AgainWearing Tight BlueJeans          In BedI Have Not ShoweredIn Two DaysWith Three BottlesIn My HandsShaking  Them UpAnd DownListening   To TheTicking SoundOf The PillsClinking AgainstThe Plastic I G.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946072/ I Put Your CribIn The Back SeatOf My CarIn PiecesScrews In A BaggyNeatly Taped To The BarWith Your Teeth MarksStill In The WoodFrom When You CutYour Bottom Left ToothI Rocked YouIn The ChairFor HoursThat NightSwaddled TightlyIn Your FavoritePurple Fuzzy BlanketCold WashclothIn Your MouthI Put Your P.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946068/ In his bedroom he sitsRelaxing back in hisBlack computer chairI sit on his bed and noticeAn empty whiskey bottleTwo crushed beer cansThree Half smoked cigarettesThat are not his brandSheets off the bedAnd on the floorHe says he had a restless nightsSleepHe got drunk aloneAnd he promisesHe is not f**.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946064/ Dark PurpleRaindrops PlummetTing-         Tang,              Ting-                                      Tang!Like Lovers  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946062/ The genius is always searchingwith a confused mindobssessed with  figure it outsand insHe has no ability left to assumeonly to see, hear, feel, touchtouching is different than feelingfeeling is different than emotionemotion is smellingThe physical is (a) presentnowThe passed is t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946060/ Abiit, excessit, evasit, erupit. Cui bono?  �" Cicero  Success is not the sameAs       Purpose  Some Will Say“Happiness”Happiness Is SeaweedThat Tangles FeetOn The Floor Of The OceanDrowning You Some W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily11/946059/