http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jessicayoung The original writings of author Jessica Young en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215568 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I accept that your arms  are silent things.  They say what they can  while they’re holding me.  And I understand  that breath is precious  And it is always .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/261232/ You were hot   Hyperborean paradise.   Some fantastic rhymes   slide my way   and I fall over them   gracefully.   And my legs get tangled in the verbiage&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/261231/ I’m tired of half-hollow promises and inconsistencies. I am tired of allowing myself to believe. It was me who made the rookie mistakes. I should have stayed in the drivers seat longerthan I did. And not allowed a silly, overplayed and overloaded word likelove,sweep my feet from beneath .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/245292/ And this is howyou don't fall out of lovebut it falls out of youInto all the empty space that grew-after you dusted off those "why's" my sweet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/243858/  Which is fine- they're enchanted woods and that's "cool".I just don't know which Archetype awaits me.Is it to be the pretty castle and the handsomeprince?Or the cursed beast and the wicked witch?Are we in Grimm brothers or Disney, baby?Is it to be soft ad sweet?Or gru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/236948/ I'm really not the type of girl whosee's the forest for the trees, unfortunately.I just like to go outwalking in the dappled sunshine.Trusting the earth beneath me,enjoying the scenery.So if there truly is something unseenlooming out there-casting shadows,snapping branches,growli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/236946/ Yeah, I got dumped. And it was a good one. I am hoping my injury will bring back some lighted words to me and end a much too long spout of 'writers block' .. This, I wrote years ago, but- we shall see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/229538/  shiftybroken.I am in the jokers lairwhere skies and spirits twist.Lucid under russet clouds.And my own imposing body weightgrips the wings my dream has made.I am only half way happy.Suspended in the empty fractionof a love that is half full.And reason plays the devious tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/229067/   My dog is an intellectual.She sits in the bright December sunoutside aloneand philosophizes on the breeze that comesand goesAll aloneShe contemplates the complexitiesof our fragile earthly heartsand why they cry out and reach outdesperatelyFor each other. For some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/186983/  or sweet or honeyor Lover.I want to touch you all the time.I want to know you everywhere.I don’t know whyyour hands and eyes disarm me.It’s something in the touching. Somethingin the lookingdeliberatelyand clean anddirty and calm and crazy- simultaneously.Di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/186969/  this morningonly a few clouds, their shadowsand a breeze.tiny, tiny breezeChills my whole world.brings out goose-bumpsmy gray sweater,and unkind memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/186660/  The same way again.Less peacefulMore necessaryAnd memory is more enchanting than dreamThe way dream used to be.The way time used to cradle and lingerand the world was not temporaryAnd the night regarded you, twinklingAs friendAnd young flesh fainted into pillowsSatisfied .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/185796/  The way your own rap at me?Could I graspSuch a graceful sinuosity?Am I delicateEnoughTo speak to heartCould I be so fine enoughTo enter soul?My heart departs with words.It is like magic, real magicThe way a page acquires lifeAnd it is fantasticHow romanticSilence ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/185777/ I fell in love with another dream todayAnother ideal.Because my love is not really loveIt’s just sustainedlonging and lackingand joking about things occurringOn top of everything.Butthat beneath the surface rushthat rush of “I don’t know what”that blasts i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jessicayoung/185776/