http://slow.writerscafe.org/SheTalksLikeJune The original writings of author SheActsLikeSummer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995705 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1130846/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1127299/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1112918/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1112898/ Let's just say I was less than pleased with a certain book: The Maze Runner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1112309/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1099540/ She’dbeen behind me the whole time. How I didn’t notice I haven’t a clue. She heardevery word I’d spoken and yet not a sound from the other side of theconversation. And even though no one else had seen me, her word and my eyes wereproof enough.   &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1074650/ I want to see the places that are there but won't be forever. The beautiful that's getting destroyed.I'd like to visit the forest.Look up through the branchesat the bright shards of sky.Hike along a overgrown pathin search of adventure.I'd like to visit the reef.Hold my breath as ifit's the last one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1072350/ Shewalks up the sagging moss-lined steps. Slowly and with care. With fear. Onto awater logged carpet resting up top the porch, soft beneath her cold bare feet.She creeps towards the old oak door. Slowly and with care. With fear.A gentle knocking disturbs thesoft wind’s melody. And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1069689/ Therelies a houseat the end of the road.Dying trees line the pathand follow you home.Wherethe flowers wiltand the leaves crumble and bleed.Where the sun is fearfuland hides amid the fog.Oncelived a manwho only left at night.Walked down the roadsplattered with blood... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1062545/ She stands beneath a tree.Chipped nail polish,chipped skincaresses rough felt.Yellow cloth comes loosefrom it's fastens,falls to the ground.Looks up to the skyplastic ringlets bounceon cold clay shoulders.Eyes are hollow;long streaked lashescan't hide the distance.Mouth sealed shutsecrets trapped wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1059422/ There once was a towerthat lived high with the clouds.Watch over the wind,it was told.Watch over the land,the sea.Look after the trees,the rolling hills,the white capped mountainsDon't take an eye off the shadows,the souls.So the tower lookedand it watched.It gazed through gapsin the clouds.I p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1052831/ Hold. Dark. Black. Murk.Your. Cold. Blank. Sky.Breath. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1051544/ White metal obstructs my view of the flower's bright, silky petals. They say gently in the wind, the breeze's song accompanying their dance. Willowy trees look down upon me, their branches shielding me from the sun light. Occasionally a leaf falls, spiralling through the air in a striking red dress... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1050793/ "Can mommy read my story, daddy?"I look down at her from across the yard. She stands at the edge of the pool in the shade of a large bush, curious eyes wandering. "She's busy, honey," I tell her, softness in my voice.Damia lets her gaze settle on the sky, watching the clouds roll across the blue. "B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1047610/ I cross my arms andbutton my  sweateras I try to fend offthe autumn weatherJessie leads me down the roadacross the streetas traffic slowed You see there?He points,I nod That's the building.I look at him,confused Never heard of it?He's shocked,I shrug Then I must tell you a story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1046815/ Brown hairgrey eyessits beside meAs blonde hairgreen eyesgets up and leaves Hello.Take a bite of my cheerios"Hi" I'm Jessie.Turn to face the voice"Tess" Nice to meet you.Smile at him in return"You too"Sit in an uncomfortable silenceWeary of the bustle around usUntil Jessie speaks again. I could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1046790/ Blonde hairgreen eyessits beside me Hello.Nod politelyDuck head shylyIgnore rudelyThe first     and "Hi" What's your name?The second     and "Tess" What happened to your parents?The third      and nothing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1045886/ Awake nowin wrinkled clotheswith bags beneath my eyesas sun pours in from the windowOut of bedto comb my hairunpack my suitcasetake a refreshing showerDownstairsthe mayhem resumesI sit myself in the cornerbreakfast placed before me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1045877/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1045842/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1044334/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1044292/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1043492/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1041553/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1033866/  Etch your name into my bark, will you?Carve your love into my skin, will you? I curse you for the pain you bestowed upon me.I curse you for the suffering you cast upon me. Your love will not last, I promise you that.The other will break your heart, I promise you that. I am not a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1024354/ I am here.Here to be seennot to be watched.I am here.Here to be heardnot listened to.I am here.Here in all my beingall my soul.And if this soulis crushed and brokenthere is no going back.I am here.I am like glass.I am like fire.If you try to put meback together piece by pieceI will draw blood.If you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1023125/ I'm going to tell you this once, and only once(but feel free to read it as many times as you'd like)I write what I feel,and I feel what I write.If I feel like I'm just anotherpointless human being in this worldthen I'll write about how this tiny speck of a soulgrew into a blazing, scorching fire.And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1023118/ A poem, about Tee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1023065/ My strange views on life told in a poem. So yeah, read on if you want to know what this messed up little girl has written this time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1023044/ Even the stars fancy youbut you're too scared to see it.Open your eyesPlease.Even the waves calm in your presencebut you're too insecure to believe it.Break down the wallsPlease.Even the wind screams your namebut you're too reluctant to hear it.Listen to the worldPlease.Even the sun basks in yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1022973/ A puzzle that will never be solvedA key that will never be foundA bird that will never flyA wave that will never crashThe grass would never growThe pen would never writeThe fire would never blazeThe clock would never tickFlowers wouldn't bloom in the springHeat wouldn't overwhelm the summerLeaves wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1022963/ First it's ink.Jet black, taking overthe edges of your visionIt starts in the cornersspirals like frostand leaves you blind.Then it's sludge.Think and heavy makingevery step a challengeand every breathalmost impossibleas it traps your lungs.After that it's persuasive.Powerful and overwhelmingit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1022954/ Bed of ashesSky of grey.Fire rules overthe living.Nowhere tohide andno placeto run.With each cloudof darknessthat forms overheadthe smallflicker of hopedissolvesinto thin air.But a tiny sparkremains.And all it takes toturn that into ablazing fire ispause.In a split secondhope returns.Clouds sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1022943/ Loneliness, Anguish, Regret, and Hatred http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1022571/ Sometimes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1022109/ An old man walks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1019602/ Wick ignitessearing pain coursesthrough white wax.Imprisonedforced to sufferand stave off the dark.Heat intensifiessubstance meltsturns to crimson drops.Strike a matchlight a candleand watch it bleed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1019600/ I live in a castle... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1019592/ A really short peom... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1019587/ My heart is not with me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1019584/ A poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1019583/ You lead me up palace steps... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1019581/ The night is crisp... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1019572/ I'm overwhelmed by the hands.Taken aback by the smells.Engulfed by the sounds.Hands  held out to shake.Smells of a working kitchen.Sounds; children's voices.Up the old rickety stair case.Down a tight narrow hall way.And into what's now my bedroom.Calloused hands let go of suitca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1009987/ I once met a boy who drew on the earth... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1008194/ Fading sign hangs on rusting chainsinscribed "Gus' Foster Care".Bell echoes through hallwaystravels through walls.Door squeaks on hingesas brass handle turns.Light illuminates a dusty porchstreaming from the doorway.Shuffle back on shaking legsnervousness envelops.Greeted by large knuckled handsuntr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1007193/ I want to be an inspiration. I want to inspire people to do great things. I want to be able to make a difference in this world. I want to be the one that helps make people make a change in this world. I want to be the one that people look up to.  I want to be an inspiration, but I don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1005580/ Thrown fromthe  car andto the sidewalks curbSo now I'm here,on the doorstepsuitcase by my feetDebating  withmyself on whatI should do to announcemy presence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1005573/ It's  a  long,  boring car ride. One  that if I had the  choice to go  on, trust me, I wouldn't have. But  a        t least I'm able to  get away    from    those peopl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SheTalksLikeJune/1005568/