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The original writings of author Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996806 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  I was a little too involved with you,Involved with your subtle gesturesOr the way you push me awayWith how you want me backAnd your mind is never madeExcept for little (stubborn) times; Night-walks moonless sad gravestone illusionsDreams dormant, never dead – Hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417215/  Twinkle, lights – Burn and passion in your eyesAs we cheer them on, below the deck,Lean in to you a pressing question,Keep the show running, no timeFor my questions – Why do you wish you’d never met me?Darling – Why do you shun my touch?Darling &ndas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417214/  You have found me here, stuck in my dream,Cherry Hill beckons me home and you push meEver so far away.Like the graham cracker crumbs on my jeans –Out of place, unwanted, destroyed.Blinding golden sun sinks so quicklyI wonder if it’s shy of the night?The everlasting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417213/  Soft grey morning light off grieving skies of November –Wait, watching for any hint of warmth, an answer to a questionAbout you and me I sit in a strange house and ponder over yesterday,Pressing my heart to the juicer one last time, for this set of detrimental words.It has litt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417211/  Raise my hands high again, to the stars, the night –Fire escape escapades for tears and twisted thoughts,You tear at your hands, your hands clench, fingers askAt your shirtsleeves. The night asks for a bit of your soul – The world asks for a bit of your life. I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417209/  feather flakes of snow fall – a fleeting glance from your eyesall sparkling green and asking the worldwhy love me? do not follow.light delicate wisps of redhair kept up with a skilled hand and framing gently – wish do I, to linger by your side totogether experience .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417207/  In the back of the car your mother is drivingI lay my head against the smooth sheenOf clean leather and let my eyes closeShut wary of this cold week – And your red hair draws wavesDown your back in front of me as the heatPicks up speed to warm the air andMixes with your p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417204/  I sit in this hot room – Violet incense sparks and smokes – A trance-like protection is evoked. Gentle lights scattered about breathe – Beacons for me, company – A song of grief, the day’s reprieve. Do the crunches, lift my weights &nda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417200/  I do not value (the blurry harsh) photographs ofUs. One day I might but forNow they linger unwanted, painful reminders of howOne and one is two and you linger on the sidelines ofFear and desire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417199/  I haunt, I am the soulOf this dark building soon to dieUnjustly, it is not my choice – I have been left alone too long – I have been shunned. A door clicks shut next to a window ledgeDusty dead-fly covered and cobwebbed. The cry of the theatre phantom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417197/  Purplegrey skies are a tormenting kindOf allusion ofMy life. Walking on ice, fearing the fall, the unknownMoment that I slipIs the metaphor owned by me. I have used up my words, used up myStrength comes in waves, sporadicallyNow that I’ve grown. Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417193/  Words I must say, linger on my tongue,Fall back through my lungs, I suffocateOn the things unsaid; I breatheYour breath is for what I live. Things I must do lack courage and belief So I close my eyes to see more clearMy dreams which died with my old soulI pray away the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417191/  The pillow, as I gently restMy face, there, to closeMy eyes, still holdsYour scent. My eyes closedAs my heart opens, see stillYour bright eyes adjacent from the stage lights – My mind says I have begun to trustIn a dangerous life,Though my heart does not allowMy escap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./417189/  Humming bird wings my heartin your eyesso quiettell me stories. I will be so calm out hereso wild inside andyou smell of flowersshare yourself. (for a minute) Get me close enough to breath,your artistic suicidewill I figure you and me outand run away? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./256336/ Short bit I wrote at the end of a confusing day . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./253745/  I arrived in the morning to remember that I was supposed to have a dramatic reading of a bible verse all ready to present to the school before classes. And as I walked in, it hit me . . . the sanctuary! They had them under the chairs. I grabbed one just in time before people started filing i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./236587/ It's not supposed to be underlined, I don;t know why it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./236586/  Starting the day you are born, everyone begins to learn what to do and what not to do. Not to say it does not take a large portion of a life time to learn some things.            I guess the Donovans were getting sick of the potato fam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./236585/ (title pending) My first novel. I finished it several months ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./236584/  Elegie stared up at the wings floating above her, tossing their small beams of sequin light across the ceiling. If they were real wings, they would have been gone in a heartbeat, with hardly a moment to admire them, and right now, Elegie wished the gauzy butterfly mobile would disappear. Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./233834/ Pondering . . . that's what this was about . . . pondering over what might happen . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./233829/  Dreaming transports take me to a happy ending,Subconscious yearning for a better way to hear the secret language,For a life and a soul and hollow hope in need of mending. A place beyond my own mistakes and myths of life,Somewhere broken lives and dreams won’t follow,A .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseD./172113/