http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mejasha The original writings of author Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992451 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What a tangled up mess that I weave,Accomplishing all that I achieve,As I break through all that I believe,And the pieces of me I retrieve. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1915355/ There is no excuse for me,And I haven't found a reason,So as far as I can seeI am stuck in the wrong season. Will I ever be set freeFrom acusations of treason? Will I be able to beThe reality I'm seizing?5/11/2016 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1775645/ My diagnosis is I'm magic,And that is why my life is tragic.I am still learning how to hatch it. My diagnosis is I'm magic. My diagnosis is I'm magic.I have a dream world that's pelagic.You'd really like it. It's fantastic.My diagnosis is I'm magic.My diagnosis is I'm magi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1760602/ Written for my beautiful daughter, because she tells me that she is magic, and I believe her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1759538/ I hate it when the darkness takes over my soul, And I can't seem to shake it off to play my role,And it's a heavy burden that's taking it's toll.It's a hovering mass that noone can console. These feelings make me want to just curl up and hide,And let myself drown in the tears that I ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1755975/ I'm not living upTo my potential,Or filling my cupWith what's essential,Not to interrupt The consequential, But to be abrupt With quintessential.This March of madnessHas left me weary,And all the sadnessHas left me bleary.But I will confessI'll soon be cheery.Spring wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1744952/ I'm a rat knowing That it's in a race Through the maze, going With nothing to chase All the more growing With each thing I face With my soul flowing My body in place 11/9/2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1664598/ Written a long time ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1598312/ Trancendancing through this world; As my heart becomes uncurled;As my mind becomes unwhirled;As my soul becomes unfurled.When the dancing's from within,Doesn't matter where you've been,Or the flavor of your skin.All you need is to begin.If you want to end a lifeBecause you feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1597250/ How can I lead anyone When I am so very lost? How can I enjoy the funWhen all the waves have me tossed?How can I steer the right way When the wheel seems stuck in place;The tragedy of the dayNow headed straight for my face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1597239/ I always try to see the bright side.Allowing perspective to preside.Seeing the silver lining in ALL.Recognizing blessings as I fall.My positive outlook is in check.And that's when my life becomes a wreck. The Universe keeps expanding itJust as soon as I am landing it.It increases the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1597231/ I had a voice  Inside of me  Trying to get out  Trying to break free  Tied up and locked  Without a key  Like a bird in a cage  Instead of a tree  I had a song  That came to me  Full of rhythm &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1560787/ When living in the moment,there's no rushing or postponement. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1552171/ Our soul is big,And the world is so small.Our love can easily Encompass it all.And we can make it better Than ever before.Your soul is knocking, So open the door.MeJaSha 5/18/2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1544099/ Why are you in a hurry Just to live your life?Don't you know that worryCan cut you like a knife?You can take a slow stroll,Or run the fastest pace.Do what's best for your soul.It's a journey not a race.MeJaSha 05/19/2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1544094/ I'm my own  Music box.  Sometimes there's rivers.  Sometimes there's rocks.  But if I do  Crash and burn,  Can I take  Another turn?  I'm my own  Music box.  I flow through rivers,   Up over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1529401/ In the eye of the storm you remain,'Cause you think you can't handle the rain.But the shower is there just to cleanse,So you see through a new kind of lense.What awakens your soul will show you The things that you believe to be true,The actions you should try to restore,The passions th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1524722/ Joy:Being happy in the moment? The here and now was heaven sent,The past no longer to resent,The future needing no consent.4/19/2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1517850/ "What if's" are tricky things. Careful what pondering brings. Your thoughts are prayers sent. Placing power on event. The ideas that you confide, When your mind and heart collide,Can cause you more torment As your future self is bent. Or if your thoughts are pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1514471/ I don't want to keep up with this world anymore. Everything just seems like such a chore.The things I care about don't seem to matter.Sometimes I just want my heart to splatter.It's broken already, it will easily shatter.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1508921/ In life there's a fog,and it creeps around.It blocks your visionand mutes the sound.It dulls the senses.It leaves you mute.It lulls you astraylike a piper's flute.Until the sun breaks throughand clears the way,shines into your soul,and brightens your day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1486900/ Back and forth,back and forth,I'm fine and then I'm  crazyback and forth, back and forth,it's clear and then it's hazy.Up and downup and down,the coaster rolls without consent.Up and down,up and down,the plastic horse will not relent.In and outin and out,The darkness reins, the light vacat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1483334/ Old soul,I give you the control.You know what I need to make mewhole. Old soul,I give you the control.You know what I need to make me whole. Don’t want to live what’s in mymind.I never know what I will find.My random thoughts the daythroughouta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1255102/ Pictures painted in the sky.You won’t notice until you fly.There is beauty all around.You won’t see it, till you slowdown,And breathe, breathe, breathe,breathe. Melody is in the air.You won’t hear it, if you don’tcare.Turn the noise .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1255101/ Anothermelody today.Anothermelody to pray.Andthe whole communication waslike soul liberation. (X2)Somepeople think out loud.Itend to sing my words instead.Tryingnot to force them out,Ilet them flow inside my head.Anothermelody today.Anothermelo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1239395/ Old Soul,I give you the control.You know what I needTo make me whole.Old Soul,I give you the control.You know what I needTo make me whole.Don't want to live life from my mind.I never know what I will find.My random thoughts my day through outAre usually tinged with fear and doubt.Don 't want to live.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1239171/ You are a season to me.There is a reason to be,At the right place in the right time.It's not just yours and not just mine.We are the universe right now.And what we do determines howThe future is to be conceived.Created by what we believed.Created by what we believe.The future is what we conceive.Cre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1238090/ Introducing; TheBeast Within. I fed her well. She craved again. I starved her once. She told her friends. They danced around the hidden bends behind my thoughts  of daily living. Always creeping, never giving the medicine that could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1235573/ CONSUMERS FOR SALE:Get 'em whilethey're hot.Hook 'em whenthey're young so they'll believe what they're taught.Reel 'em in fastbefore you get caught.Charge 'em 10-foldso they still owe you from their plot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1203108/ Don't put all your faith into things.There's more than paper gold or rings.Treasure's in the love that binds,and then your wealth you will find.Be careful of what you believe,for it is what you will conceive.Don't let the fear make you blindand then your love you will find.Time doesn't stop, in fact.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1139077/ Let the musicbe therapeutic. ♩   ♪  ♫   ♬♩   ♪  ♫   ♬♩   ♪  Let the rhythm betherapy;the messageof the melodyhelp your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1036745/ The signs won’ttell you the way* to interpret the signs that you see today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1009044/ Working on you, helps me too! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1009039/ When you didthat thing you do, did you know it created you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1009036/ The way they saythe way to go can get in the way of the way you know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1009033/ There are infinitethings to sayand many of them cliché,but the universal truthis in The Way.The way you do thethings you docreates the presencearound you,and the present is thegift you give today.The universal truth isin The Way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1008214/ Written for "Nonsense" contest!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1005309/ Challenge Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1005293/    I agree with at least one thing about Christianity.  I believe that humankind are sinners.  I just have a different idea of what thosesins are.  I believe that our biggest sinsare the sins that we commit against the Earth we live on and the creatures and vegetatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/1005267/ Accomplishments neverseem to conceive.As the goals, Icontinue to achieveare just the stepping-stonesI receive for this web of lifeI weave.The future looms withits mystery.The quilted past withits historyis fixed in place,but still is changed,by how my pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/994625/ Growthtakes more than perseverance,italso takes interference.Tohold back from pursuing somethingthathas become a consistent wanting, can be good for your soul, can help you become whole. The thing that nags at you could be what snags you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/971086/ Passion,where for art thou?Ihave lost you somehow.Howcan I find you, Ifyou hide in disguise?Howcan I ignite your spark,Whenthere is no light in his eyes?Thefleeting beautyHeonce saw in meIsfading with the years.Thepillow heOnceshared with meIscollecting all the te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/961399/ A QWERTY Poem backwords. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/950783/ thoughtsbreathis lifeand deathrevulsionattractionis the momentthe reactiondays turn into yearsyears go by so fastfuture is never hereand either is the pastpresent is ever presentalways changing things aroundthe present is always a giftthat cannot ever be turned down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/824687/ I just love the sound of the rain as it kisses on my window pane.I love the patterns that it makes as it decides on which path it takes.The puddles outside, they reflect on the next raindrop they can expect,But, I can't always see the storms and trouble can come in many forms.Still, I can't help but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/821809/ The wrong turn in the wrong directioncould cause a burn of pure rejection.The right track with the right objectivecan give you back the right perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/802647/ So blooms the flower waiting to be plucked.The honey pollen surfaces, waiting to besucked.Leaves growing restless wanting to begroomed.The lonely fruit ripening, wishing to beconsumed.Petals open wide,Nothing to hide.Roots grounded deep,Wanting to keepA hold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/800795/ Themore love you giveThemore love will grow.Themore love you giveThemore love you’ll know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/778505/ Somewe useSomewe wasteSomewe’ve leftForgottenin hasteLostforeverFoundby anotherUsedagainSavedby a motherThrownin a bagOutwith the trashLoanedto a friendSoldfor the cashKeptin a boxThrownon the floorUsedth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/778503/ Can’t get free from my mind.I findthat I’m addicted,inflicted.It’s not a disease,this teasethat the world plays.This soul phaseis just a blink,I think,a short timeto rhymeand sing a dance.In this trancecalled life,I’ll b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mejasha/772223/