http://slow.writerscafe.org/TempestInATeapot The original writings of author Melinda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021677 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I swear I dont understand anything with a penis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/765154/ Yeah it's got a couple of bruises but.. ya know.. you can eat around them? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/761307/ Things aren't always as grim as they may first appear.. but they usually are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/754334/ Just a sweet little poem about my favorite time of year.. Thats it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/754332/ UGH I can't think right now.. a;sldkfjsda;lkjf;lsakdjf;l http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/754327/ It sounds more dramatic than it is.. surprise surprise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/754326/ The thought of someone I loved dying used to terrify me as a kid, and now that it's happened I know that life goes on, but it's never the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/754323/ YOU'RE WELCOME! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/754321/ I hate you internet.. no.. no I don't.. I'm sorry .. c'mere baby.. you know I love ya.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/754317/ They say you can lead, follow, or get out of the way - but what do car commercials know about real life? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/754316/ An empty jar is only just a jar until it's filledand jars don't fill themselveswhile the filler watches, still.'Most every lady and gentlemanwith jars filled to the topdidn't watch their life go byand wait for it to stop-They plowed and stored,the worked really  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/526324/ Yeah, you pretty much got the gist of it there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/521841/ Why bother? ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/500075/ To be honest, I haven't written in a long time, and I just need to do SOMETHING.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/444750/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212225/ The playful ghosts I conjur at willof what lived once and what lives in me stillsound sweeter as they drift awayand hold more charm now as they've had their day.( ugly is not near so ugly when veiwed from far away ).A slow death now for fearful frettinga death sentence to memory is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212224/ In her infancy she is small, and very much at the mercy of the world.Her eyes are wide with wonderat all she sees, things yet untainted by the wants and desires of millions of well-wishing fools. .Her mother is her Goddesswho was the gate through whichshe passed into this world. He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212220/ Where do I go from here?The path before me is overgrown,The steps behind me,footprint by footprintWere washed away by tears and time. I listen closely and I can hearVoices from deep within the woodCalling out to me to join them(They must be the rest of the world).The cost of living.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212217/ I rose from my seat To get some airand find some quiet space.I didn't think I'd be missed-Someone would surely take my place.From outside looking inThrough a window, amused,I watch them stop and wonder becauseThey never saw me,but now they plainly seeThe space where I was. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212215/ What makes you so diff'rent?Perhaps someone clevercould discover the secretBuried deep between the ridgesOf your thumbprint. Squinting with their nose press'd to a magnifying glassfogging the lense with their breath. (You know the type-Mouth agape,bespectacled,Chroncially curio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212212/ No drop of rainFell to seep between the blades out on the lawnNo tattered leaves Were torn from treesThey silently cling on. The thunder clapAnd lightning flashThat filled her once with dreadWas nothing but a ghostGone passedIt must have been All in her head..   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212211/ I feel them, the evil cellsGathering in my ovaries,In my uterus,In my cervix. Clustering together,Conspiring against mePlotting to destroy me- From the inside out.Whispered magic panic incantations,white-fisted prayers to God,To be spared,To be protected. Doctor, I trust you-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212208/ You hold me at arms lengthI've tried hard to understand it.I get so tired of reaching out To come back empty handed. We would stay brokenWe'd come to accept it,Until it seemed to usOur jagged ends might fit- But I'm high when you're lowyou're high when I'm lowand so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212205/ I have no way to justify,or give an answer as to whyI always will expect "goodbye"when I've only just heard "hello"-I've been afraid to hold onto anything or anyonethat will shortly be as good as gone,I'm used to letting go. Someday you'll end up just a dre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212198/ What life will grant me afterlife?One devoted to love,Or one ended in the name of it?Who is more blessed-The martyr, or the sumaritan?  Someday I will dieNever having claimed A street corner as my pulpit-Never having cast a shadowHigh atop my soapbox.  While .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212197/ If I could leave I'd go where they restWraped up and safe inside their nest.Sleepers in their last reposeReclining in their finest clothes. Sleepers lined up in a row,Who've learned what we have yet to know-Perhaps if I sit there for a spellAnd ask so sweetly, one may tell&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212195/ If I could dwell inside your mindAfter I leave this world behindThen I will have arrived in paradise-I've sat beneath the star-speckled skies,Bathed in moonlight on the cool green hillAbove the valley behind your eyes-I've heard the music, who's tempo sharesThe beating of your heart;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212193/ They say I am haunted by lesser ghosts,And even that I should not be haunted at all-It is from that I have come to believeThough we see eye to eye, I am small. Sorrow is not for the child I amThough I still come to feel it somehow-I know not the age I must reach to have painOf t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212191/ Tonight I'm bacon In a frying pan-Curling, spitting, twisting,Turning black at both ends.I'm done - sizzle, spitI'm finished- pop, crackleI'm inedibleThe smoke rolls out-Waves of burningFatty flesh-Gets stomachs turning.Done is doneIs done isDone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212190/ I believeThe secret of meaningIs in the step from sympathyTo empathy.Meaning is more Than simply observing-It is not tearing wide openThe 'something'OrThe 'someone'To view the insides,And place found symbols In neatly labeled boxes.It is allowing yourselfTo become A han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/212189/ Eh, not my best, but it's got some good points.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/210425/ Everyone stands a little bit tallerOn those days when I feel small-When it seems everyone's got everything I don'tI think I've got nothing at all. I'm gonna beI'm gonna beI'm gonna be something somedayLet's hope I findI'm not too far behindBefore it's too late. So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/210417/ While I understand this was a complete accident.. I don't know if I want to go through all of that again..  I might come back and redo a few things.. I might not.. as of right now..I don't know..   it's a lot of work. and I'm not sure it's worth it anymore.. We'll se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/201847/ He leans back in his chair,Something soft gray,And threadbare at the armrests-He crosses one leg Over the other,And rests his notebookOn his knee.He looks at me(or through me?)And asks non-threateningly"What would you likeTo accomplish here?"I feel my brow furrow,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/185641/ Somedays I need Five different cosmeticsApplied meticulouslyIn the same orderIn the same fashionTo feel like I have eyes-Two fawn colored orbsFloating above A black horizonIs what passesFor the natural look. Somedays I needTo wear my jeansPulled upPast my hips,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/178975/ It means "He as man, with man conversing" .. taken from the latin hymn 'Pange Lingua' meaning "sing, my tongue". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/172438/ Go away beautiful,Go away young,Go away living,Long after life is done. Go on being beautiful,Go on being youngGo on livingLong after life is gone. Keep on being beautifulKeep on being youngKeep on living lifeEven when life is through- Eternally be beauti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/167050/ The same dance done By a million gray mothsIs a marvelous jewel-toned balletWhen the dancers are butterflies,For even as they stand stillEveryone watches Because in that moment it seemsThat only a butterfly really dances. In the end what are moth's to doBut go on dancing unnoticed,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/154668/ This is a collaboration piece.. A friend of mine from myspace read my incomplete version, and created some lines which I hope I melded well into the original piece.. Thanks for making this one complete Gypsy Lady http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/154665/ You came into my life in the summer of 2000. I saw you, just one tiny face among a half dozen or so identical tiny faces, and yet for some reason, on that day, in that petshop, your eyes met mine, and I knew that we would be together for a good long while. I must admit that my intentions were quite .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/149185/ If one day, our planetHaving not been reducedTo cold ash by human hands,Or that of some powerOf the universe-A truly foreign footSets down on this planetThat once hummed with electricityAnd human life,To learn more of the beingsThat had once inhabited it-Crawled it's surface,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/146504/ In a fit of frustrationI asked him"Why do you even talk to me?"And he replied "It's company".I wanted to throttle him-I wanted to throw a water glassAgainst the wall and scream,"WELL SO ARE DOGS AND PROSTITUTES!!!".I supposeThat in a wayI am a litt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/143888/ I once met a vegan guyOn a blind date at a coffee shop.He seemed nervousBecause he spent the majority Of the time looking about, giggling.At one point he stopped laughing -And farted- Which he explained to meWas a result of his vegan diet. Needless to sayI wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/142285/ "CLAM BEFORE THE STORM!!"He screamed,Then he cracked me in the shinsWith his cane-I took another summer job At the old-folks homeEven after I'd vowed last year-"NO, not ever again".Mr. Yoder, around 84-A WWII veteran-Had a plate in his head,And two plastic h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/141199/ Strange lady,Eyes like chocolate kisses,Hair like cotton candy. Walking around townIn spider's silk stockings-Bundled up clumsilyIn a black shawl for mourning. Autumn's sweet lassie,Where did you come from?Your countenance spawns Stories.In one you're a widow (self imposed),.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/141149/ Try the gray puddingbetween my ears- Crushed beneathThe stones for years. I've looked into eyesHoping to seeJust a tiny peice Of me. But here on a spoonI offer to youA sample of That hopeless goo So open wideAnd don't be scared,A madness wastedIs on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/140558/ Where No One Sees Just so braveWhen you're alone-Just so braveWhen no one can see.Kindness doesn'tMake up for lack of ambitionSilly girl.Walk, walk, walkWhen you shouldRun, run, run.Don't you cry-Blink them back-Those pointless salts. They've heard it allBefore.They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/139638/ A soul, solitary in sky tinted waters, A flame haired femme, A crimson wallflowerSearches blue eyes for solace,Strong hands, and broad shouldersTo hold her in place. Wearied on the pursuit of connections,Frusterated by shadowsMaintaining erections The silly girl waits in sky tinted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/136731/ hat cute chick's working at the coffee shop,He's got a few minutes free, And a pocket full of changeSo he stops to talk.The place is kind of empty,He's got her full attention,He keeps an eye out for her boyfriendAnd the girlfriend he didn't mention.She talks about her day so far,He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/136727/ They look at the cavemanAnd marvel at how far we've come-They say"Look at him, Nearly naked But for an animal skinAnd the dark, course hairThat covers his body.Look at him, and his simple tools,His rock, and knife of bone.Look at the way he walksStooped over, and low-As a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TempestInATeapot/134837/