http://slow.writerscafe.org/Querida The original writings of author Querida en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065955 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Where has the time gone?it used to pass so slowlylike angel wings driftingon that heavenly draft of air But now it's speeding upand I can feel it passingit's going too fast for meto grab a hold onto what has happened to me?i used to be at the head of the packth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/307563/ I feel full.  Full of words and emotions and stories and dreams and hopes and regrets.  I just want to talk, to someone who cares enough to give a damn, to wrap their arms around me when tears start to fall.  But I lost that, didn’t I?  Why doesn’t anybody get it?&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/295780/ I feel nostalgic.  24 days ago I wrote my now-annual 'Ode to Seniors', but I still wasn't sure what was happening. Now I know.  Summer is coming, that delightful time of year.  This weeken was just a forerunner of my eventful life.  A party friday night that ended up with me hang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/268249/ blessed raindropshow gently they fallsmacking lightlyagainst the glassof my window they appear out of duskout of darkout of lightbut they are so gentleso loving i dream of raindropsgently fallingof puddle-jumpingof wet grassof dark clouds but, alas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/259641/ Oh, deep-seated affection,how fickle new adoration seemsin comparance with youthe truth that is love Think of deep-red rosesof the softening of featuresof that gentle-hearted smileof the brimming eyes Think of spicy incenseprayers for eternal protectionthe sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/258769/ I used this as a display of my writing talents for a scholarship, which I was lucky enough to recieve. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/258390/ Ah, how horrific a time is this!  I hate to admit it, but I've failed to keep up the plans I once held, those that dictated my survival in, this, the most important of my high school years.  Indeed, I failed miserably in imporving my GPA.  But in one area I have indeed excelled in: I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/258385/ Perhaps I'll linger here, dearestwhere lips beg to linger and hopebeg to be discovered somewhere closelingering seems a pleasurable hobby,much better than some others i might name,like gardening, or sculpting, or readingso perhaps i will linger here. You wonder where I am, sweet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/253296/ Things I have learned this play season.  Oppurtunity is not a lengthy visitor Tights can look good on a long-legged girl Nimble hands can gain you plenty of friends A massage isn't always the best way to a heart Smiling is more attractive than anything else A c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/252238/ Only hallowed spiders could spinsuch silken webs as likely to holdas they are to fall Like the deception of a friendlies catch by mistakes in somethingthat seems safe. Time passes swiftly in a golden worldwhere dull brass hides behindthe shimmer of leaf How can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/227180/ I had a realization today.  Well, maybe not a realization.  It was more like life hitting me in the face, an idea that should have been obvious but never was.  My mind has always been far too preoccupied with thoughts of lust and love, those of a therapist and those of a friend, thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/227152/ An event that requires no description. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/226565/ She isn’t one to fall easily.  She’s a writer, recording every instance to list later.  She’s a dreamer, wanting everything to be perfect.  She’s a romantic, knowing there must be someone out there who’s perfect for her.  She’s a teenager, a ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206709/ My mood is slightly bleak this day.  I didn't even return home until 2 AM, much to my parents dissaproval.  I slept fitfully, tossing and turning for what seemed like hours.  He haunted my mind.  Who is he?  Just a boy, just a thing of the male species, just the ex boyfriend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206707/ 12/15/07 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206706/ How do I describe him?  He is, he simply is.  I may call my other friends kind, generous, affectionate.  This boy, this male specimen, is loving.  He is heartfelt, caring.   Now, don't get me wrong.  He is not the most handsome of my male companions.  A few of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206705/ oh honey, enjoying yourself?don't pretend to caredon't pretend to give a F**Koh, did i scare you?well screw you.don't see me crying? don't see my blood?pouring out from these damned veinslike a waterfall oh, tell me to knock it offgo ahead, trythen walk away and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206704/ oh honey why don't you try again?with that f****n' ultimatumthink i'm some sortof lap dog? here puppygood puppy baby, naw.that's not meyou should knowyou created me, remember?you and your vicious wordsyou and your biting laugh honey honeybaby b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206702/ hey babyLook at the trouble we're in hey kidcan you hear it?that's my heartbeating way too fastfor where i amoh, hell hey honeywhatever happened?we had boundarieswe had linesbut i crossed themtoo late hey boydon't you remember?that one little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206701/ Shall we linger over this, beloved?Linger over the chaste embraces?Over shy and tender smiles?Over innocent touch?Shall we linger? Shall we pause to savor this, beloved?Pause to savor those tentative caresses?To savor delicate kisses?To savor quiet requests?Shall we savor?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206700/ am i allowed to say i love you?naw, probably notmore boundariesmore rulesmore liesHa, where did i go wrong?i fell.that's the problem.i fell for you.and we both knowthat's badafterall, i'm the cold onethe undatablethe heartlessthe lovelessi'm not supposedto be able to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206697/ He used to be a figure skater.  Funny, huh?  That shaggy-haired boy, that brown haired boy, that cute boy.  He used to be a figure skater.  That's when I met him.  When he was obsessed with improving his ability to perform triple axels and things I couldn't explain.  Se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206695/ I've discovered it, lucky me.  Figured out why my writing has flowed so easily lately, why I need only think of a certain someone to make poems fly from my mouth only seconds after they blossom in my mind.  He is my muse.  How can that be, though?  I don't love him as anything mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206693/ I don't know who I am.  A year ago I would have listed off half a dozen words and then pointed to them, there, lingering on the page.  "That's me," I would have said, "and you sure as hell better get used to it!"  The second set of words still lingers in my mouth w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206692/ I'm a bizarre child, I must admit.  Time passes too fast for me to handle everything that is happening.  Shall I recount a few things that have happened since I last bothered to list my thoughts out on some random online site where no one knows me?  I have a boyfriend, now.  He's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206689/ oh, how badly i want thislike some f****n lusthow much i want ithow i thirst after itha, so dementedi thirst after...the blood.the pain.death. wouldn't my buds be proud?eyeing me during classcheckin' my wristsalmost every dayi really thoughtthey'd catch o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206687/ is this where we end up?of course it is, honeywith smudged lipstickand scuffled clothing ha, how romanticaren't we sweet?in your boy-messy roomon your unmade bed innocence stays too longyou're just a cowardand you don't even botherto kiss me goodbye .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206685/ I could start a poemCreate words of peotic tuneClip together stanzasSteal bits from lives in view I could write a storySolemn to the coreSending silent tearsDripping to the floor I could sing a songWith joyful melodyThrow down random lyricsMess up the harmony&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206682/ bid you goodbyea full year agowhen a car's screeching tirestore you away honey, babyit's been so longso freaking longsince i talked to you you were always heremy closest budthe one who never leftuntil then you're deadyou're goneand i can feel youso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206679/ Sadness flits across her faceLike a raven’s ebon’ wingsFling it high and farIn the vastness of the heralded skyGuilt fills her solemn heartTurning beautiful features to despair The steal that is committedOver one not so quite worthyResults in a temperance of warA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206678/ i can't trust himwith his hazel eyeshis flirting smilehis wandering handsblame me?naw, how can you?then againmight as well admit iti did kiss himbut wait, no!he kissed me.so does that still count?if i used my 'feminine wiles'to get him to do it?if i called him a co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206677/  I decided to write you a letterCause I’m missing you so muchMaybe you’re still hereBut we’ve fallen out of touchWe used to call ourselves friendsAnd true, we used to beBut maybe not anymoreWe don’t talk like back then, see?Its hard to write right now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Querida/206675/ More than two and a half years ago, my aunt died.  I've never delved into her death, because I'm too scared to know the reason.  They found her on the stairs in her house, a bruise 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