http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mickeyrox22 The original writings of author Lost in Wonderland en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964418 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Time to talk about everyone's favorite taboo topic: rape culture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1842872/ Brain ChemicalsPerhaps he never broke my heart.Though I’d love to blameall the sleepless nights spentcounting cracks in the ceilingand digging my sharp nails into callused palmson hissmile… I can’t,because despite romantics,my heart is still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1637524/ She tosses back her diet Dr. PepperAs if it were a toxic tumbler of whiskeyWhile she watched the actors play on this dismal set, In this empty on this auditorium, With only the stars in the night sky.She was their mother, their master, their god;And yet she is just a woman.And as a woman, a me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1498010/ It took about 30 minutes of stone, cold silent treatment for my mother to stop banging at my locked door once she got home. About 30 minutes after that I got a text from her with the single word dinner. written in my iphone's white bubble. And yet another 30 minutes after that, a handwritten note i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1494571/ I am from antbites, From scrapedknees,From Sponge Bob onthe T.V.I am from teddybears, From night lights,And my dad singingme to sleep. I am from aroundthe world and back again-From pirates, toprinces, to fugatives-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1407124/ Written for a contest-- "write a scene that takes place right after a tragedy, don't mention the tragedy." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1405890/ Life can be lovely when you least expect it:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1382658/ A large lesson can come from a little creature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1356645/ I fell in love with a beautiful image,Made of broken glass,And hiding a devil inside.I fell willingly into the darknessBecause he made it look light-He was the light, rather the flameThat's swarming with swooning mothsMesmerized by this heatThat makes us feel the most aliveEven when we are seconds f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1341401/ I kept that song you composedThe one with love drippingFrom every note you playedAnd I hug my pillow tightAs if  it were you insteadOn these cold, lonely nights.In this song, you do not singBut that does not meanI don't hear a thousand wordsSpoken deep from your soul."I want to go back", I whis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1289955/ There's a haze around my eyesAs you walk towards me,A new light that pulls me.You are the sun, loveAnd I am the flowerGrowing, windingReaching ever for you.And then I am fallingPlunging into a crystal, blue poolAnd you are there tooLooking at me,Looking at you,With those eyes I always soughtTo be th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1266101/ It was the window that knew me.It’s cool glass never judgingThe tears that fell from my eyes,For it also seemed to cry.The rain runs down the glass in aMelancholic waterfall.Whispering sweet sympathiesBefore it too leaves meAlone.Alone with all these searing thoughts-Racing through my aching m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1261063/ There wasa bird that whispered to me,His voicesoft and lithe,Begging,pleading, “Come dance with me”Well whowas I to deny? I twirled andlaughed while he sang his song,A chorusof chirps and tweets.Until acool breeze carried him along,Biddi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1255560/ I stared down at the figure in bed. His body lay relaxed,nearly as pail as the sheets covering him. My spine, however, was rigid as atree. Hot tears stung my eyes and dripped into my mouth. I didn’t notice. Theloose hospital gown I wore didn’t cover me enough, and I shivered. My h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1241715/ Standing on the beach, DistantBut not really alone,I watch the long brewing storm roll in.For years the thunder had beenJust past the horizonSo I could ignore it with a child’sIgnorant bliss.But I am older now,And the world deems me ready to seeThe sun hurry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1233145/ There are daysWhen I can relate to rain cloudsWhen my eyes reflect their grey frownsAnd every drop is a hidden tear That pulls me downThat steals my breathThat makes me drownThere are nightsWhen the stars cease to shineWhen there's no home to findSo I wander aloneChanting "I'm fine"Only myself .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1224178/ The depth of my madness knows no boundsAnd I embrace it with every jerked, contorted stepOn this pathway through purgatorywe call life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1218271/ I'm so tired,And yet I can't sleep.This heat is embodied misery;Drowning me,Suffocating me,Never ceasing,And all consuming. I grasp at cool breezes, Rare like a single drop of water In a long parched desert And I did not know how thirsty I was Till I had but a little to drink, And the water was bitt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1217969/ Weeping statue, oh so old,How weary you must be.These battles based upon fools gold- "Oppression to stay free".How wide your bed must seem,Lying there alone and cold,Without your lover next to thee;No warm whispers to be told.Your hearth hath lost its energy,Your sun hath cease.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1214626/ **Rated Teen, deals with some mature themes*** http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1192308/ Violet walked into school unenthusiastically that morning, keeping her head down once she reached her locker. The incessant buzz of chatter made her head throb. Trying- and failing- to ignore the noise, she grabbed her books. A pink envelope fluttered to the ground. Smiling softly, Violet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1191895/ To anyone other than Violet Darvy, waking up to a grey figure looming over them would have been a most frightening experience. In all likelihood the scene would be met with flailing and screaming and calling for one's mommy. But, Violet Darvy was no ordinary teenager. She merely frowned at the appa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1191764/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1191723/ A diologue between a man and women as they express their love that entwines and flourishes with their shared passion for music. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1180527/ There's a perpetual chill in the airWhere the voices whisper ever softLike a wind whisked through your hairLike the tired lessons mothers taughtHow proper girls were docile and fairRather everything I was notI can hear them call to meSinging songs of strange placesBrushing me with han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1160152/    June 11th, 1946.    It was a warm summer that year, the air nearly cleared of that seemingly perpetual smokey smell which had clung to all of Europe the past 7 years. My 3 closest friends- Madeline, Marlene and Vincent- and I all piled into a train, needing a change of air f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1154324/ Evelyn, Madeline, Christopher, Vincent, and Marlene visit Evelyn's great-aunt's house in Berlin,1946. The visit has dire consequences when the group finds themselves stranded on an eerie island. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1154308/ Can you taste it in the air?The storm on yonder horizonPainting the world a grey and dismal vision.Birds cease their flight to stare.Shall I dance, would I dare?My lover a rich man's son...If I bid him, would he come?'Tis doubtful with his many affairs.Which leaves me to wander alone,Enveloped .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1152414/ Every Wednesday from 7-8:30As my voices blend with a hundred othersAnd the angels sing along in heavenI look to our wooden crossIt rests against a wallIn our humble youth buildingSurrounded by praiseAnd illuminated by His ever-present GraceWhen I see it's simplicityA smile touches my lipsI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1143040/   Grey clouds blanketed the sky as young, bewitching OthellaRivers meandered around the village edge, picking large, ruby apples from a lowhanging branch. Every week, since she was ten, Othella had gathered freshfruits for her mother’s pies that were famous throughout the community... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1140925/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1140923/ Just a little bit longerJust a few feet fartherJust a couple more mountains to climbValleys to crossAnd Clouds to jump over Till I land in in this new placeBeyond the rainbow's endAcross the river bendUp in the skyWhere I can get lostIn the madness and wonderDancing in starlight Bathing in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1136750/     A cool, familiar breeze rustled Ivory's hair as she lounged across the black rocks she knew as home. The dark ocean waves lapped against her feet and her long, luxurious gown dipped into the waters edge. Her grey eyes wandered to the horizon- where the seemingly endless ocean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1131072/ Aspen and Dakota's bond starts to grow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1125052/ There's girl in my mirrorI watch her at timesWith her hair, dark wavesAnd the purest blue eyesShe stays in her roomIn her own little worldLocked away by a curseMy lovely, sad eyed girlHer song is like an angelSoulful and trueIts the only joy she hasFor what else can she do?At times I'll get closePla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1121446/ ~I don't know who I'm looking at anymoreWhere are all your smiles, where's the warmth?Tell me, was it all a big lie?Because this face I'm staring at,Once vibrant and full of life,Is now but a blank mask,Distant and cold,Reflecting what I now seeIs your true soulYou treated me like a PrincessEven a I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1112393/ I feel like screamingWell...actually weepingYes, I feel like screaming and weepingOh..and I can't forget getting sickScreaming, weeping and getting sickYes thats it!Oh...and faintingFalling to my knees, light headedYa know?Screaming, weepingGetting sick, faintingAnd falling...Falling into your armsT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1107408/ Forgive me my princeWill I ever be enoughCan I make you smile? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1103698/ Quick now!Hurry, Hide!Maybe somehowYou can outrun the lightStick to the shadows Dark, Dank alley waysIsn't it better that way?You're home for the nightBeing the bed of a man Who pays a few bucks To make you his toyAnd nothing moreIs that really all you want?Come, take my handI swear n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1103670/ **Implies mature themes** http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1101904/ I looked in the mirrorJust like any dayExpecting to see messy hairNothing unusual thereBut as I gazed in the glassThe lighting lowI touched a face That I didn't knowHer eyes were largeAnd sunken and sadAbsent a shineThat she no longer hadHer face was gauntAnd pale like a ghostA face without pea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1097478/ Impossible to loveHa maybe its trueNo matter how much I tryIt seems I'm not able toEither I say to muchOr not enoughRunning awayLeaving him in the dustBecause with all my issuesHow could I trustHim to hold on to this hurricaneI keep telling him I'm wrongIf he leaves I'd take the blameI'm not worthy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1096969/ One of my first poems when I rediscovered my passion for poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1094507/ Baby can I tell you a secret?On that makes me blush and hide my faceBecause I'm sorta scared to tell youFor fear you'll laugh and walk awayWell here goes nothingI'm so tired of being strongI miss you babyEvery hour that you're goneI miss the words you whisperLips lingering at my earI crave the warmt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1094504/ I see you starin' at meIn my black stiletto heelsAnd tight red dressLookin' like what my God-fearin' grandma would callA pretty piece of white trashFor an office Christmas party,I'll admit it's a bit crassBut I've had a few glasses of wineAnd with all these carols and laughsI'm walking on cloud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1090099/   The sound of a Leaky faucet woke me with its steady, irritating drip….drip…drip. I stirred, groaning at the ache in my limbs. My mind was foggy, making me wonder how log I’d been out. Cautiously, I assessed my body; flexing my arms, legs and fingers. As I took in a deep br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1083997/ My heart flutters Every time he smilesEvery time he holds meAnd says "I love you baby"I close my eyes and breathGasping as he envelopes meIn his arms so warmHe becomes my worldNothing else mattersWhen his lips meet mineHis kisses a delicious poisonOur fingers intertwineMy prince, my b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1079640/ Here I sitAlone in the darkSqueezing my eyesAnd clutching my heartTrying to rememberWith all my mightWhat your lovely,Musical voice sounds likeI hug my stomachAnd choke back tearsAgainst the familiar acheOf all the lonely yearsFeel my broken heart beatAnd try to do what you told meAll the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1078804/ Eyes bright, staring up at the night skyReflecting the majestic star lightGrass tickles her bare legs and cheeksAs she lays there, serene and smiling, At peace in the evening breezeShe closes her eyesAnd watches the world go byPeople smoking on there way to workMaking them want to&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1078315/ She stands with her head held highEven as she's breaking insideEven when she longs to cryOnly letting her walls downWhen she's alone at nightShe walks with her shoulders strongEven when she feels like she doesn't belongEven when that song comes onThat makes her wish she was dead and goneShe lives wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickeyrox22/1074692/