http://slow.writerscafe.org/mmgutierrez31 The original writings of author Kimberly "Melody" Carney en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028179 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Every molecule of our being is a part of everything Yet trapped in this society brings a truly fatal sting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1578622/ Rhythms of life is everywhere around meThe whistle of the wind does so entice meThe beating of my heart is just the startThe crackle of the ice as it slowly falls apartDo we move too quickly in our everyday?How fragile is our state of mind…decay? Did we miss the offerings of morn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1167784/ I am working with out sleep for two days...and now I write? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1166262/ What's this? All is never as it seems, unless you can seePure water as wisdom flow through my soulMay this knowledge be as food for my bellyHeartache, be true and I’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1147575/ I write to heal and to think... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1121204/ To fly a bird must learn to fall correctlyGather up its courage and try againFight the fear of waiting branchesEven getting caught up in a tail spin Long before this feat is ever masteredLong before the battle of fear is wonYou can hear from the tree tops high.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1119608/ I didn't write it nor do I ever write to make others happy-only to make one think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1117861/ I am thankful to the mistakes I’ve madeFor they have taught me what I knowI am thankful for the change I’ve madeFor it has taught me how to grow I am thankful for my heart done wrongFor now I can see how it was madeI am thankful that it mended st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1116806/ This is not a poem on technical terms...most of mine are not, yet this is how I write ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1105740/ My life may not be my ownA gift spent on borrowed timeYet this life is not to be brokenNot meant to be crushed undulyIt is one to be honored by allAs I honor yours. So stop…thinkLong and hard before you speakYour lies will be seen and soon Fall on deaf ears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1104240/ This life is so much more than this--game of cat and mouse you like to play.I see the traps you lay for me--then wait to see me fall.Funny thing is I know how this ends--while you hide and wait for me to fall,I’ll spread my wings and fly. I am better than this!  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1089442/ 2 Way colab with Eclipsing Moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1055510/ A fun poetic story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1051446/ My life is tranquil in this state of mindwhere crazy and sanity blendequally divine I laugh at anger and I cry at lovefor they are both a part of meand fit like a glove Practical thinking in every wayyet chains fall free from mechanging everyday  Joy i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1044126/ Follow your dreams to the edge of timeNever looking backYet rememberWhere you have beenWho you once wereFollow the path of lessons Drink from the river of tearsEver flowing Tears of changeTaste the bitterness it givesThe bitterness of prideFound in the tears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1041429/ I dream a dream of a better lifeI will make it come trueI do not have to believe in myself I just simply have to proveall my fears and doubts untrue the sweet taste of victory I long for the sweet taste will purge my mouth from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1037382/  SoulsRummaging through all of her things,overwhelming ‘til my heart stings.Finding her favorite pair of shoesNone other would she ever use. The leather worn to a soft suede, The color, like her life did fade.The sole worn, the heal replaced,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1031570/ RawEluded, our mind’s become, while we lick our wounds of past regrets, replaying painful scenes of misery over and over again, until we successfully relive it, one more time, finding a sick sense of comfort in it. Comfort in a false illusion that we are, what they made us, because of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1028961/ This is not how I feel in any way, it is simply a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1028421/ This is not a poem...I know that;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1026870/  So many get all caught up,in the politics of church.It’s sad for they diminish,Its true purpose and it's worth. I for one cannot stand it,Not a another day goes by.While they’re in the pews fighting,A starving person just died. Ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1026309/ This was a response to a poem on here. Thought I'd share it with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1026093/ Most of my poems are uplifting, I am a real person with real pain, and sometimes it helps to write about it. My mind is slipping and until I see a specialist it will slip farther and farther away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1024753/  Tipping scales of immortal time, intertwined this world and I.My breath is not a guarantee,for death I am not so shy. Far beyond this life I’ll still be.My soul lives eternally.Twisted and bound to a mere shell,I walk with humility.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1023791/ I write to free my soul, to give a glimps of me. I follow no rules when writting, it's what sets me free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1023707/ I do not speak of this to make you feel bad for me, my words are ment to make you think of the little ones that need set free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1023176/  Today was a beautiful day!Who could ask for more?My heart still beating within me,Just the same as before. Two hands to hug my healthy kids,Two feet that hit the floor.Each second that I complain,As if life is a chore, I stop and thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1022988/ Each moment is a gift, each second another is lost. Give each moment away on point, nerve to be caught stilling one away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1022277/ I write to free my soul from words without me, go unspoken. I write to make you think, thoughts you already know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1019603/ I found a picture from 1989, I thought of who I was back then and who I am today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1019111/ This is a poem, a tribute of sorts to all the followers out there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1017743/  Less is more when it comes to words,this thought may seem absurd,but as I grow and listen much,I learn, I should think first. I used to think my knowledge king,and love to hear it ring,I’d go on and on ‘till the break of dawnabout just eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1017153/ I do not write to make you happy, nor to hear you agree. I write to make you think as thought will set your soul free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1017117/ I do not write you, to make you happy, nor to hear you agree. I write to make you think and maybe set your soul free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1016197/ This poem is from my daughter Victoria (aka) V.J.C. I will cherish this always as it is now written on the walls of my soul. I am more proud of her, than she will ever be of me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1015490/ sometimes it’s good to just listen and set someone else free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1014811/  I am not finished nor will be,I am a tapestry.A soul that drifts in this body,It is my prodigy. I blend with you as much I can,Within this short life span.But what is done when time is done,Same soul new life begun. Each time I see so dif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1014106/ A very short story, with a very big point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1013647/ Please do not misunderstand when I say” foolishness.” It is simply said to stop the flow, in order to grasp my point, of what is to follow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1011971/  Waiting here for my prince to come,he’ll sweep me off my feet.We’ll ride off into the sunset,my new fate I will meet Here he comes oh, my dream come true!He’s everything I want.Time slips by, time opens my eyes,the realities so blunt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1011903/      The edge of the mountain I standClose my eyes and breathe inRelease my mind and then free fallThe fear forces a grin My stomach turns from adrenalineForce takes my breath awayImages of rocks pass me byLiving only for today&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1011623/ Shhh, herethe misty waters fallTheyare calling your nameThe birdsalso beckon and callAsking ofyou the same Comeabide with me, rest your headRestoreyour weary soulLavish inmy earths cool soil deepWhat oncebroken, now whole Why am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1010521/ My first attempt at a somewhat, erotic poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1010400/ Perfection: to me is defined as perfectly balanced, one that loves themselves for who they are, understanding they are always changing. They accept the bad for what it is, grasps the fact the good in them probably came from an epiphany in the mist of the bad.  They never bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1009923/  Many of us wonder why things happen to us. Is it karma, God or just a strange coincidence? I say it is a precise woven combination of all. A web made up of all our destinies, each single person’s destiny touching and affecting the other. Imagine a puzzle the size of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1009919/ A raw diamond has form and individuality, with percise chiping away; value, beauty and clarity unvails itself as I do within these pages. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1009918/     Againstthe stone I lay my headThedreams brisk though my mindShapes andcolors, oh so divineRight hereis where I shine Bladesof grass, a slight purple hue,Silver clouds,peace inclined.Trees thatwhisper and sing to me,I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1009381/ Two things you should learn to embrace, that which draws you in & that witch makes you cringe. Within both is wisdom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1008699/ Something simple http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1006857/ This poem is dedicated to all who understand the sting of cancer. Each father, daughter, mother and son whos' hourglass did fall. My heart goes out to the parents. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmgutierrez31/1005898/