http://slow.writerscafe.org/Miss%20Mary%20Jane The original writings of author Miss Mary Jane en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050701 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I walk in the darkness of the night.Praying for the rain, the dream I left that went insane.Who do you think you’ve found because I tell you itIsn’t me. Not the one I was before I came to this place.I’ll admit I’ve allowed my demons to surface.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/1002300/ Currently I am living in Yellowstone National Park, and I have had every intention of writing poetry about the park. But it seems I cannot stop writing about the south. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/1001014/ Something I wrote for the literary magazine at my school. It's an ode to Jim Morrison of course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/936531/ Ikilled a man, with that loving .45 in my hand.Icouldn’t feel a thing.Justto hear that ring,Never-endingis what he said.Malicious,Feelingthat breaks and takes me from you.Whoare you?Sweettalker, sweet hitchhikerOnthe deserted desert highway... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/935625/ Based loosely off the Scottish ballad Tam Lin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/862584/ Coira, was the name of Persephone when she wasn't in the realm of Hadz. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/822474/ Cards unfurled,the ghost god speaks,within me, without me.I see a mingled fatein a dream in a new scene.The deserted hills of my home, have now becomethe Tower of my life.Ink stained, dream strained.Who are you wrapped inshrouds of a forgotten people.My tribe, my clanscattered in foreign tongue and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/822470/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/819000/ Under the darkening sky,our voices joined, are heard.The chant, the drum,the sound of dancing feet.Merry Meet and Merry Part again.We are all Their children.God and Goddess, mother and father.The fire, and the cauldron.We do know.We all come from you.We return to you.Like all seasons, Like all eleme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/814784/ The artwork is a beautiful image by Susan Seddon-Boulet. Her art is inspirational. I was also listening to Florence + the Machine's new song "What the Water Gave Me." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/813260/ Oh, take me to the sithen,with small key in hand,take me to the dreamland.Under hill and glen.To Faerie, we must  go, poet, bard, and the like.For tonight we dance underDiana's moon,with the children of the light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/808936/ Ancients sounds,my Celtic mothers they sing in Latin. This temple, has taken,the women of the wood,and made them meek faced gods.No longer fierce, and beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/805659/ Something about the way she moves,the suppleness of her body, filled out.Now a forbidden fruit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/804635/ A cry is heard in the desertnight.I am calmed, now wandering lost.Weary of the hills which bore me.I will replace this face with oneof the ancient gallery.This has become my salvation thiswreck of words in a starless night.With paper and pen I will bandagethe wound... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/804238/ Drawn to a spirit well, of lost souls,Decaying on the jovial vine.No heartbeat to keep me this time.A homeless soul,begging for a thought in time.Gone, now.A day seems like an eternity.Floating, endlessly over the wreck on the highway.I've come by this by way in a memory in a dream.Where now you are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/804056/ I hear the drums of a celtic beat,they twine and move with the drums of a Native sun.I'm moving under and over, evolving once more.This skin more agreeable than the one before.A dream is frozen in my third eye,of the taste of midnight,in the woods, in the desert night.I hear the wolves and coyotes h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/796457/ I am the gatekeeper, to the Other realm.A foundling, scarred by her own pen,Ink now embedded in  skin. Fair of face and light of eye,With a mane of fire.Remember, this is my disguise.My piece of an ancient land. I once wondered, across vacant stre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/796169/ We were lost,leaving a trail of words, our bread crumbs.Oh, we have seen the death, held inside a malevolent eye.Our desires, begin and compromise.We are those sweet gentle sighs,you hear on back roads, and distant city streets.Two wandering children,guided by the uneven hand of Death. Once a prince.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/796164/ This voice calls the Fair Janet, over moor, over shadow,over fairie light.Into the wood's of her father house.Into the wood's of the dead man's house.To find the knight, of her nurses tales."Tam Lin,"  constantly sung.To find the capture of the Queen,before  the end of fall's night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/796146/ When I hear the music of my ancestors apart  of me is scramblingaching to be freed, and I feel it pull on the tap toes of my feet.The Celts have called upon me to dance, for the goddess, for the faerie.With wild red curls a bouncing, under the sun and under the moon.I can hear what we brought o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/794239/ We've torn down the Sun,and made way for the moon and all of her stars.Left to different streets a restrained city beat.No the sky pulsates within me, from me.We were golden and blinding.In Diana's light, we found our way.Lost and alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/793452/ Awake oh golden sun god.Bear your light down upon me.Awaken the dreamer who was weary and lost.The desert/mountain child of dual birth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/793345/ A voice which rings within me,causing me to move, with dancingchords from the banjo of a foreign land.Oh, to walk on those foreign sands, that myancestors knew.The drums, calling me,their voices entwinedwith my soul.Singing of Dublin-town.Songs, in a language,that my own blood knows.Drifting between.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/786768/ Hear the forest grow around you.Like memories cut by seams.This was your dream,to live an to breathe lost in your hills.But you are alone now,the man long gone, with his red shoes on.Left to your words, to your gods, and forests.Wild woman, come to your window,see the world unfold.Learn what it is t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/784192/ In the forest, on May Day.Wandering, lost, in the confusion of masked dancers.Dancing softly through the glimmering light,that is shattered and scattered,by leaf, by sun.She was in search of  the moon, and stars, in search of the night.Voices she heard rise,higher and higher,like smoke.The path.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/784184/ Wyn, lied upon the soft mossy grass of her mountain home, and smelled deeply of the forest floor.She wanted to remember every tree every plant, for tomorrow she was going away. Away from her beautiful hills,away from the spirits of these trees. She opened her eyes and looked toward the canopy, and c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/777420/ I'm on a faerie kick right now, expect short stories soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/777386/ I never want to return to the hills,I never want to be reminded of anything as cold as you.You promised a world of beauty and then you fall,you, sir, are the one that fails.I am covered in all the gathering lights,my soul shook to it's core.Like a lighthouse for the lost and ruined.That wish to ruin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/755939/ This is a piece I wrote when I was fifteen, and taking a mythology class in high school. The class had a profound impact on me. Poe also influenced me as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/746768/ I need an out, something thatwill stop this catastrophe.If I had a time machine, I would have stopped us from ever meeting.Stopped that first kiss, and when we made love in the sky of those hills.All of our high points, because our lows have destroyed any foundation that we could have ever had.I nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/746016/ I've always loved old western films, I used to constantly watch John Wayne films, all of his westerns and his modern films. This poem is in honor of him today, which is his birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/736305/ I just mailed this off for the Joyce Kilmer Forest 75th Anniversary Poetry Contest. I hope you all enjoy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/731619/ Trying to cope with the sides of yourself.The kingdom, the fallen, the swamp land you came from.Somewhere you need to let go, let the words flow.Never forget but learn to live, learn to release, release, release.These beats that fill your body,beats antiqued, something foreign inside these veins.Don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/696942/ Uncertain of who you are, wandering, with paper and pen.Writing on every surface you see, the attempt to attain bliss.Fleeting moments, a glimpse in his eyes, or was it a reflection of your own?You will not escape this, own up to these emotions, there is no need to win.No regrets, remember this, oh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/693505/ Winter winds blow and howl down these hollow streets, stripped of their city beats.Carnivalistic and masterful like acrobats in the sky.Frozen eyes, all watching the floor show,waiting for the fall in the middle of her twirl.Someone walks into the light, ignored but powerful.She is the one to blink .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/634926/ Our song played softly, echoing through the empty halls.A dream floating, mindlessly, a memory without seams.Strong hands of dreamer, broken, crippled with pen clutched.Whispering,'I am alive today, bow your heads and prayer for this hour of magic.'Wind howl, wind blow, the wind she knows.The ghost .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/633164/ In the fleeting rays of the darkest night we've known,I lost a friend, a dream on the end of string.Like blinds being pulled in front of these saddened eyes.Never wanting to realize that every beginning has an ending. The shadows hold there ground, covering this weary thought.Who are these ghos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/633161/ Tear stained, with blood on your lips.Forget this, mountain filled misery.Go back to the better side of you,be surrounded by your volumes of sand.Desert wasteland.Remember in this place, that there is no one season.No dead or dying, but forever ending, forever beginning.You are the princess not the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/607432/ Lost in eyes, we are hypnotized. You and I, my love, my sweet demise.I cannot hide, the child inside dies.Just another nightmare, written on the wall.My mad scribblings, on faded pages now.What has become of the yellow brick road?I only strayed for a moment, for a month, a year, centuries.Heavy, alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/604566/ Running through sunshine, with laughter surrounding me.Memories, painful, beautiful.I release you, mislead you.I've lost my way back to the garden.Thrown to the depths of the sea, weighted.I'm drowning, held down by hands, a thousand eyes.A thousand stupid white lies.We will take you down.Away from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/513802/ Running in circles, swirls, whirls, will you wake up from this vivid dream?A scene you are corrupted and compromised in, a separate sin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/513402/ Wigglin' toes in the hot southern clay.Red like her hair when the sun hits it.Will you miss this, surrounded by hillsby sweet hillbilly sounds.Melodic, tap toes, skipping stones.Nostalgia at it's finest.Where no one can find us.Lost up in the hills, lost in the mountains.The waterfalls they are like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/503681/ Soft, luxuriant sounds,something so mild it makes me high.I can feel the heat and hear the slow ocean waves.The birds they sing, oh ofGypsy Queensand New Orleans.I can feel those southern wordsslower and softer than they were before.A civil war between your brothers erupted.On this soft southern bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/503641/ I don't think I'm done just yet with this piece. May turn it into a story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/501984/ Acoustic song machines, causing the dreamThe act of forgiveness, who is this?A memory, a disease, left with me and you.Oh the solitary blue, the great divide.Oh, the questions of life and love.Staring blank, black, and bleeding.Who are you?Who are we?We live like rakes, fakes, faded,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/472735/ Forget these monsters of your past,forget what was said last. It's all a dream, forget these things.That torment you, the ghost in your eyes.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/472530/ You have seen the wild tigers I have known.Now with open eyes searching past the enemy.Floating, suspended, and then a f*****g commercial.The death of the American Dream,I hear them wasted sofltly singing,giving life, with a fluttered tongue.Open eyes bleeding,hands they are out reachi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/458966/ This is a song I wrote, pretty self explanatory. Go to www.myspace.com/janenrouse to listen to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/457425/ We left with the morning at our backs.Cold, and forlorn we blared the horn.On the road going westward from therising sun.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/452381/ Watch her move, listen to him play,as we move this caravan,Listen to the gypsy serenade.'We must go,' they say,'Time to take to the road,time to make a home.'I move with them, as they sway,one with bright eyes she dances thisway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Mary-Jane/449422/