http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheSeamstress The original writings of author Seamstress en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015562 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want to be kissedKissed like there is no tomorrowKissed like I’m your foreverI want the fireworksThe foot pop and allDon’t kiss me like you’re a frat boyDon’t kiss me ‘because any girl makes you hornyDon’t kiss me if it isn’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1333000/ Words float about my mindThings I want to sayThings I want to knowBut the chains hold my tongue My fingers take flight Displaying each of the lettersThe words are built And the words come out I see the one I want to knowThe words stick within.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1327755/ Yes! Beat me with that goat skinOh, hurt me with the skin of the dogSee the redness of my flesh with each strikeThen put my name in that jar I hope the hairless one draws my nameHe seems a little cleaner and not so drunkI pray he is a good guy and not just fun fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1315778/ Currently a chaotic mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1307519/ On the little shelfbeside the bridal bearSits my Harley teddyTattered jacket and all.Some may think it’s sillyTo keep the jacket as isOthers don’t understand,The memories  it holds.Memories of love so deep,That kept me warm at night,A love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1300536/ Just questions to those out there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1289967/ How will you build yours? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1289860/ Simple heartfelt response to a situation yesterday. Not sure how it will be taken but I simply can't forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1285938/ A quick poem written with a great looking guy (and poet) in mind. https://www.facebook.com/danielnhosse/photos_stream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1284572/ Questions in my mind and love in my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1231574/ This machine doesn’t work anymoreThe engine remains empty Yet the gas tank keeps begging for moreThe mechanic knows his job wellYet the machine keeps resisting the improvementsThe engine is begging for more Yet the gas tank is doing the receiving.The engine .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1155855/ The Blue then Red give the fact while the black tries to keep a heart from becoming hard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1101414/ I write and wonderare you reading thisdo you read it as i writedo you whisper the wordsin my ears to place on paperAre you reading thisdoes it even matteri send emails to you stilli can't stop talking to youmy heart still feels you nearAs you sit in heavendo you read the emails I sendcan you feel th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1095716/ The moon, a smiling sliver shining bright,the stars pin prick the sky with their bright light,meteors race each other through the sky this night.I stood on the porch watching that race,through all of that beauty within outer space,never a pathway that my fingers could trace.You came .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1092920/ My Christmas gift for TSomething personal Something lovingSomething specialSomething personalSomething just for himSomething specialSomething from my heartSomething just for himA journal for his writingsSomething from my heartA poem from me on the first pageA journal fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1076663/ A year has gone by and our sweet girls and their rambunctious pups have grown.   Aleanda now toddles about the room with Lorcan following every step, while Cairine snuggles with Faolan in the window watching the snow fall outside.  Sitting there I gaze at the scrap book that started .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1076659/ The household lights were out as the hours of night were quickly passing by; I snuggled beneath my childhood afghan with a soft warm bundle against my chest, watching the soft twinkle of the Christmas tree lights. Soft melodies of the holiday season whispered through the rooms calming all th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1076656/ The rain was something special for us. It brought about memories of the night we met; the first night you held me in your arms, the first night we kissed, the first night we really saw the love in each other’s eyes. That was the first night of our life together.For a while it was s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1076652/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1076642/ One more secondIs that too much?its just another heartbeat,just another breath.One more secondto live this life One more minuteIts not too long.Just a bit more timeto hear and readthe words of lovefrom someone special. One more ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1073417/ Written a while back but it fits the sitchy right now as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1071684/ Not really a story but not a blog either. This is a letter from my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1071680/ If only the Fates weren’tso cruelIf only Aine wasn’t sofieryDo you think Aenguscould turn us to swansSo we can fly awaytogether, happily? If only MightyCreiddylad was strongerIf only we had our ownBrughOur love is alreadyEadon himself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1062269/ I want… To be by his side Through the good, To be hand in hand Through the bad. I want… To lay my head upon his chest When times are easy, To hold him tight When times are hard. I want… To whisper sweet words In his ear day by day, To show him love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1061770/ I don’t think you know,How your words grasp at my soul.Your poems of pain and I weep with you.Your poems of joy and I cheer with you.Your poems of confusion and I feel them too.Your poems of love and I want more.I don’t think you know,How your words grasp my soul.Your s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1061765/ Wanted, I’vealways wanted to be wanted.  To becraved, to be adored, loved through and through.To be wantedfrom this day forward.I’m wanted. Wanting, hesaid he wants me.To touch, totaste, to excite me completely.To be myfirst in so man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1056022/ A letter to my very best friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1049833/ Rose ribbon stretched before mestraight within my sightcurves, twists and turns in the distancecircles race along the white dasheschasing dreams and each otherRose ribbon I follow alonglead me forward to a smilelet the twists and turns be joyfulcircles take me to happinesschasing dreams for anotherR.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1048805/ Did I break the glass,That is His fragile heartSo easily done without knowledgeEverything just falls apartI want to find HimLoving words is what I have to sayWrite them in letters, in messagesEach loving word sent his wayI want to hold him so closeKeep him from any painScared.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1044082/ Is there ever really a right way to define love? Webster's Dictionary can't even give a single definition. Their definitions range from "a profound tender, passionate affection for another" to something as simple as "sexual intercourse." Yet that's not it, love is so much more. There is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1044079/ Sitting here just thinkingThrough all the differences,We know something is between usBut we can't share it.Sitting here just thinkingThrough our one open connection,We open ourselves with wordsBut we are careful in it.Sitting here just thinkingThrough our poems and storiesWe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1044076/ I shall never stop blaming you and yet I shall never stop loving you either. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1044074/ His hands haven't caressed my skinMy fingers haven't combed his hairWe haven't touched so kindWe haven't looked eye to eyeAnd yet we feel.The air we breath is differentThe sun shines down at different timesHis first star wish is hours before mineMy sunrise is hours laterAnd yet w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1044072/ The poetry of an amazing relationship I was blessed with from strangers to friends to a couple to heart mates and now back to friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1034471/ I still love reading this very special book and always shall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1034467/ Written for such a special man years ago and the feelings are still there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1034463/ Written years ago and yet I also know the feelings so very recently for the exact same man. My heart holds him so dear and yet I know the truth and what can and can't be now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1034459/ My sweet Irish Teddy Bear shall always be a part of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1034456/ The circle of life within a single relationship. Now a new spring appears but tis a different spring and the emotions are held in check. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1034440/ Written in remembrance of so many lost on 9/11. Written last 9/11 as the rains came down in my city and yet my heart was way up north with families in grief. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1034435/ His hands haven't caressed my skinMy fingers haven't combed his hairWe haven't touched so kindWe haven't looked eye to eyeAnd yet we feel.The air we breath is differentThe sun shines down at different timesHis first star wish is hours before mineMy sunrise is hours laterAnd yet we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1029251/ My sweet Tattered Teddy I do believe that this record shall play until we have our happy ending. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1026772/ Conflicted emotionsStruggling withinSabers of honesty andloveAgainst those of deceitand jealousyThe battles been wagedMy heart the battlegroundPrayers for assistancecried outWith each crucial blowStrengthened silversteel of truthPaired with ruby glow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1021272/    I stood there on myporch tonight as Princess ran about the back yard and watched the moon travelthrough the darkened sky. I stood there and know its the same moon you see yetI do wonder if you see it before or after I do. Is it disappearing for you asits rising for me.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1020232/ Again I sit.Boredom ensues.My eyes droop.Voices drone on.Do they hearthemselves?Do they know what they’retalking about?Am I really expected todo this?Are they f*****gserious? It’s sad!A presenter who wasn’teven trained,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1013960/ You push and do it againThink you’ll ever learnYou can’t push me awayI’ve finally got thosecuffs in use When we first metThere were cuffs uponyour loopsI took those cuffsThey intrigued me so I just watchedYou flirted with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1013548/ Just some questions that come to mind after having yet another man comment on my body without even trying to get to know me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1009866/ Some simple dreams from a simple girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1007850/ I sit here andthink back to my life 5 years ago and think …BLAH.  A full time teacher who worked atone of the lowest income schools of our district.  It was a small school and I was of theminority in the building.  I worked inthat building from 7:45 am to 5 pm m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSeamstress/1001701/