http://slow.writerscafe.org/Christel42 The original writings of author Christel Grady en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031752 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For Rachel - my two cents. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/374847/ all these yearsI've forgottenwasted awayagain & againtrying not to rememberyour face, the painof rejectiondesolate, unloved, not caring& I can't anymore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/374176/ We often ignorethe seemingly mundaneand utterly absurd. We wait impatientlyFather Time ticking awayMother Nature making do. Without you herein my arms againuntil tomorrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/368426/ 11/08/08 Where to start?  It's the drinking, more importantly the whiskey.  I am completely out of control and see no end in sight.  I have got to stop this detremental behavior or risk losing everthing I have.  I''m scared.  I don't know if I' strong enough to do t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/339499/ streamline down the line i steal a peek at steelcars wailing away woot woooooooot as the rain cascades down the window pane i imagine destinations unknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/337091/ I had a thought, and then it flitted away, leaves blowing down a tired, gray alleyway, followed by a discarded, plastic shopping bag. My mind has gone almost entirely numb. I am playing with fire and waiting to feel.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/325699/ for Stefan http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/325310/ I wish I couldSTOPDo it all over againSTOPAnd remember the waySTOPWe dreamedSTOPAnd laughedSTOP and criedSTOPAnd tried STOPTo make this work  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/324469/ you are everything to me I can see tomorrow like heaven at the end of my tunnel silently watching and waiting for peace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/316300/ Inspired by a song from John Mayer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/316299/ RepetitionContemplationInebriationAppreciationOf Life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/304555/ Breathing in and outand in and outand I falterBlackness floatsin my visionaround my eyesbecomes onewith my soulthe empty spacein which I hideand waitfor tomorrow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/301082/ Just another Saturday morningWith a beer in my handI stand on the brink Of insecurity feeling My thoughts spinningNot winning this game I’m in. Inside my mind I’ll stayUntil one phrase Pushes me over The edge of sanityStraight into the bottle. Sands .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/274945/ Swirling, spinning thoughts collide Coincide with my everyday As I scream and dream Of a tomorrow where Lies and envy can’t control me Deceive me and kick me When I’m down and out, Lost in the shuffle of life Passi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/274843/ My life{Shout At The Devil ~ Motley Crue]would be[Crazy Train ~ Ozzy Osbourne]more fulfilled[Follin' ~ Def Leppard]if I could just[Welcome to the Jungle ~ Guns 'N Roses]wear my ipod [Talk Dirty to Me ~ Poison]constantly.  My life[Anarchy in the UK ~ Sex Pistols].. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/259578/ I always saidthe thoughtsthat cameto my brain You never hadimplied thatmy mothermy best friendwere not worthyof my affection I lied to youeveryday Could you live with it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/259564/ I dreamof the dayyou don't call meanymore.Midnight messagesof delusions thatlaugh at the demonsbehind my eyes,at the lies younever told me.I scream,"Goodbye". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/254190/ I can see The Endright before my eyes,ears,hands,grasping at straws,sleeping in shadows,starving with fearmy dear.  The demiseof Mankind is all around us.Touch it quickbefore it's gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/254132/ For you, Cupcake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/250460/ Well, the big, scary part is over.   Cold knife has been wielded, and I have survived!  I got ready in record time that morning!  Up at 5:15.....out of the house by 5:35.  Of course, there really isn't that much a girl has to primp, when they forbid make-up and fash.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/249643/ Almost happy day!  I got to leave work early.  I'm milking this Cancer-card for all it's worth at this job!  Stupid corporation that only allows two freaking sicks days a YEAR!?!  (see my short titled "Flu-Tube", and you'll know why I get sick all the time).  So I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/247061/ S**t that goes through my head on the long road home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/244483/ The most annoying part for me is, this does not run in my family at all! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/244072/ This is a journal of sorts, mostly just for me, as I need a place to vent & cry & show my fear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/244053/ Asinine Lecherous Ignorant C**t Enough is enough    when she's 10 feet tall   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/239128/ Desperate confusion seeps in to the place where I hide behind this facade hoping and waiting in doorways, cigarette billowing, whirling away my memory in whiskey. Look and see.....truly see who I cannot be. M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/232947/ hips swingin'singin' aboutlife and lossand love andbeltin' it outlike Janisor Jimi or Plantbeggin' forforgivenessunder urbannight lightspines onthe skylinethe world streams past waitingfor no one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/231069/ you preach i speak of demons released into the night the day I tried to live & believed in something other than me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/231026/ i wish i could squish your mind under my thick - soled boot - tramping leather-stomping splatter your scattered thoughts across the 2 am fuzzy screen screaming "you thought you knew me"   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/206443/ understand me or care anymore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/204592/ "I like your new perfume.", he says. I am taken aback by this admittance, from the man who usually turns momentarily from the television to say, "How was your day?". Between whiskey shots & cigarette breaks, I'd forgotten .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/204587/ a mysterywithout a keyto unlock your insidedoor to your mindthe wheels of timekeep turningand I keep churning out the same nonscensical bullshit dripping from my tongue, my heart, my pen lie awake for awhile & remember me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/202255/ i ain't no vegetarian smell of burnt fat & flesh drooling, craving, dripping slam me a slab of bloody Betsy on my plate she pools knife & fork tools slap down the napkin & devour  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/202245/  Sleeping peacefullyNot aware that I am hereDreaming while awake http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christel42/202233/