http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gatlianne The original writings of author Gatlianne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003300 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The last time I was in this hospital ERWas the night my grandfather diedIt is a disconcerting feelingTo have last seen one at the end of lifeAnd now with one full of lifeAnd in some ways at the beginningOf a new lifeAgain…a disconcerting feelingTo be so helpless in both situat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/458182/ The One only proves he is the oneBy being the oneTime takes overFrom desire and thoughtTo prove the truthThe One is the one by wantThe One is the one by statementBut only the One thatWithstandsWith timeCan truly stake the title claimTo love me throughAnd in between it allMy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/458181/ There is paintUnder my fingernailsA product of creativityIn a compounded blendOf colors that comes outA dark purple brownThat somewhat mirrorsMy mood and thoughtsRegarding the dark unknownThat I see as the same color http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/458180/  The clouds look angryA spot in the skyOf discontentNo solemn grayBut tortured and swirlingLike a soul with an anxious mindWhen worry takes overAnd it can be seen all over the bodyBy an observer who truly cares enough to lookAnd noticeWhen the one caught in the turmoilCa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/445887/ A WHISPER UNDER THE WINDDo you know how it feels whenAll you've ever knownAnd believed inIs coming to fruition before your eyes?To feel it under the wind…To see it streaked through the clouds…To hear it falling with the rain…To have the words of others Ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/437655/ REFLECTION  My knee is shiny and smoothLike a bald man's headI can see the reflection of the fan in itAs those my skin became a mirrorIn my sleepReflecting the worldInstead of deflecting itAs I've so often triedWith shields and wallsAnd facades ofWho shall I be fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/437654/  I think one of the mostDegradingRevoltingAbsurdQuestions ever posed meWasDoes the carpet match the drapes?From an unknown bartenderWhose name I'm certain I never knewAnd me-With my pink and purple hair       &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/437653/ My body is bathed in Shadowed sunlightFiltering in from Open windowEach curve of skinA beautiful archEach dip a secret spotWhere hide my ThoughtsHopesDreamsFor only me to know© M/Gatlianne 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/437651/ WATERFALLBy the house where I used to liveWhere anger and love mixedInauspiciously Ran a waterfallHeard from childhood bedroomAn open window escape that allowedNo place to runAnd in midst of nightWhile water poured over rocksTears ran down a child’s faceWho longed to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/431096/ *Stemmed from watching the music video MGMT - Kids* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/425131/ The plants spewing their pollutionInto the already polluted cloudsSmoke stack plumes of exhaustBeautiful against the night skySurrounded by twinklingWork lightsYou can’t see the stars fromThe hazeBut the lights reflecting in theSpill-off waters really are a sight &co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/425130/ I dreamed I reached youFound you in the cloud topsAnd woke you toThe brilliant sunriseWith a kiss as eternal as the sun god aboveThe mystery in meMet the recluse in youAnd our lips mingledNewly dawnedThe morning air carriedOur story through the treesWriting our lives on the lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/425128/ *porch sitting 2009* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/425126/ *porch sitting 2009* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/425125/ INHIBITION LOSTThe clouds are scratched across the skyLike a lover’s fingernail trailDown the back of good intentionThe sun a voyeur’s eyePeering intoInhibition lost somewhereAlong the wayAmidst consciousnessTossed aside like winds of satin© M/Gatlianne 200.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/413152/ THE SPACE BETWEEN USThe space between usIs over grownThe once clear pathNow tangled and vinedThe view obscured By a haunted pastEach step leaving Muddy footprintsShowing where we’ve beenFootsteps whose tracksAre as obscured as the viewFor they seem to lead forwardAs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/413149/ Back Porch Writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/413020/ TEARS OF PRETTY WANTINGI am in tears of pretty wantingI am in knowledge of all that isAnd ever thought to beI have seen a lifetime of storiesPage by page across my mindStories told by tonguesWho speak words from vision viewThe stars and moon foresaw it allA tale told before the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/412685/ Believing DisbeliefIt is quite easy to believe our disbeliefThe emotional distress that creeps inAnd left unattendedWreaks havocWrecking our bordersSavaglyAs we twist and fightTeeth baredKnuckles lashing out in warring Fisticuffs Struggeling to hold on to the Ever so slight f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/406673/ MY EMPTY PALMS As I taste of peach along my tongueMy heart beats an irregular rhythm comeTo send my soul to soaring heightsSomewhere between truth and (dis)beliefIn my haze I search to knowMixed with truths that I do notIf it is the One that’s comeTim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/403083/ My lips were stainedFrom the MerlotAnd all I could thinkWas that one day soonThey’d again be the colorThough stained by bruisesLeft from fervent lipsInstead of wine© M/Gatlianne 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401666/    We’ll watch the storms roll inOn the horizonLying naked in a hammockBodies streaked with paintAnd lustNeeding nothing moreThan the momentAnd each other  © M/Gatlianne 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401656/ To some    I am a seeming messTo the outside world    Ungrounded        Displaced            Non-directionalLike paint furiously rubbed     On a canvas  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401626/ White sheetsNaked limbsTangled asThe rain fallsAgainst windowsClosedAgainst interruptionLoversKnown foreverFamiliar WaitingFor an alignmentTo reunite© M/Gatlianne 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401615/ It is 42 days'til I see youuntil mine eyesbehold yoursuntil my handshold your faceuntil my breath    tastes your skinand my lips    join with yoursit is 42 days    of pleasurable torture    of building longing&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401609/ Play with me-In a bath of wine    Grapes waiting     VinoI care not    Whichever it shall be        You and IA bath of wine    IntertwinedIntoxicated    Before we begi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401606/ You seemed so familiarAs if suddenly -    Finally-There was someone else    On this EarthLike me…    Who just might understand        Who just might get it        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401601/ What I find most lovelyIs that as much as I want to touch youI want to know youJust as muchI love your mindAnd your soul    I want to know more of themI read your words    I want to hear them whispered in my ear        &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401600/ LIKE AN OCEAN UNLEASHEDI am breathless, flushedLonging for the touchThat can't come Quickly enoughFrom the oneWho longs to touchWith the same intensityBoth pulsating with anEnergy that is hard to containAnd almost exhaustingThough neither want itContainedBut wish to allow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401598/    I taste like the rain on a moonlit night And smell like the ocean before a storm    © M/Gatlianne 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401595/    Show me the ocean            The hurricane jadeThe storm rolling in            Kiss me as the lighting strikesLead me to the water .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401594/ SIREN I feel like a sirenCalling you to meWhispering my wantsTo youIn heart beat patternsLike waves along the rocksBegging you to my shoresOf seduction and no demiseThough if it were demiseIt would be a beautiful oneAnd though I call youI will take .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/401592/ EXPERIENCE & BELIEFThis life is experiential It is an experienceAnd to fully live itOne must truly experience itOn their own termsTherefore –My experience of life will beCompletely differentFrom anyone else’sAnd anyone else’sDifferent from mineBecaus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/392701/ IF SOULS CAN FLYIn an instantHe went from in reachTo potentially unreachableAnd my heart broke Longing for a soul That has been felt but never seenA soul that might be drifting awayWithout having ever knownBut perchance has feltThe love I have for itWithout having ever seen m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/392317/ Ah – the moving flowPulled me inTo deep, dark sanctuaryWhere I wanted to lie my headAnd listen to the whispered voiceOf those hushed wordsUntil thoughts of day drifted anon And breath begat slumberUntil I, overcomebecame lost in the gloryOf heavenly sleep  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/391299/ I found a simple peaceStanding at the old battered andPaint splattered sinkWashing a clear yellow glassListening to the birds chirpTheir song to the first day of SpringA menial choreSo quickly doneYet calming in its innocent wayAs I watched the sun sift through the windowTo m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/391292/ STRAIGHT JACKET WALLS For so longI held the beliefThat my house could not be my ownBecause my knight in shining armorWas coming to whisk me awayTo a castle on yonAnd because of this beliefMy own homeWas not my ownInstead a shellWith blandStraight jacket wallsOf emotionles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/383680/ QUILTI sleep Protected by the energy That flowed from my grandmother’s FingertipsAs she worked needle and threadCreating tiny stitch after tiny stitchOn a quilt spread acrossThe old, wooden quilt wrack Pulled down from the atticTo fill the less than spacious living room.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/382880/ Poetry Art http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/379429/ I WISH I COULD REMEMBER BIRTHDAYS  I wish I could remember birthdaysBaby and toddler celebrationsWhen for one moment in timeThe world really did stop for meAnd I was loved and felt that loveWithout any doubts that it might endAnd no worries that it wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/377770/ BLANK CANVAS  Flat, whiteUnpainted scenesCalling - hoveringWaiting to be createdSit it out--ignore itlet it watch youfeel it's starehear it begging for attentionignore it until your mind and hearttell you it's timeput it out to look at you un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/377752/ MY NATURE  It has been my natureTo hang on untilThe last fingernail breaksAllowing me to slipOver the edgeplummeting            -to the inevitable   © M/Gatlianne 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/377730/ 565 SUNSET  Sunset street signsTo blood orange red orbIn driver's side mirrorShiny buildingsHighlighted pink & purpleFlag reflectionIn the waterMajestic in the hues  © M/Gatlianne 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/377728/ THE CHURCH HOUSE  Mist wrappedThe church houseWhere the gospelsOf Buckley & DylanCall outWith lamentsOf a kingRinging attic tunesOf A, C & D entwined  © M/Gatlianne 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/377727/ VEINS  My arms are stained by distrustRolling through my veinsPulsing blue blackLike a bruiseWith each ragged heartbeatA journey of pain back to a heartThat has felt too muchTo release   © M/Gatlianne 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/377725/ I long for the thick green of summerThan only happens right after an unexpected stormWhen the sky darkensAnd the heavens pourFor only moments…But long enough to saturate the earthSo the trees and grasses and leaves plumpenAnd in the haze of the forgotten stormThe world exp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/375968/ MY LIFE UNLIVEDI am not afraid of deathIf I were to close my eyes tonightAnd not wake upon the morrowI would have died peacefullyAnd without regretKnowing that I had lived my last dayWith a zest for lifeKnowing that I’d made a differenceIn someone’s lifeOther than my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/372328/  I sat in the carCrack dancedIn my corduroy jacketTo thumping rap beatsGansta styleWith my movie star hairAnd too tight jeansFlaying side to sideChest poppingHips grindingFor the entire song © M/Gatlianne 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/359211/  My pants too tightMy jacket too smallMy purse too heavyMy shoulder too soreOh – the burden of it all© M/Gatlianne 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/359210/ THE KISS OF LOVEI want to be kissedFor loveNot for sexualityOr sensualityNot a kiss of lustOr tempest desireBut a kiss for want ofHaving another’s lipsAgainst one’s ownFor eternityI know of lustful kissesI’ve had them manyI know notOf the kiss of love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gatlianne/359209/