http://slow.writerscafe.org/carapoet1 The original writings of author Cara en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106231 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One moment upOne moment down Somewhere at the top of my arcIf I've waited long enoughIt's hot, and I'm sweatyAnd I've worked hard to get thereBut there's that moment in the middleWhen I know the shock is comingAnd I'm getting prepped for itI have to take a deep breathAnd s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/350981/ I have more to give than half my heartFurther to go than half-past startIt's on myself I've drawn my strengthAgainst my deeds I've measured my length At the end of time my actions will remainThe story of myself, the story of my gameBut at the end of of the day I still feelAs if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/343929/ It was like falling off a ledgeWith nothing at the bottom to catch meAnd knowing I didn't care didn't bother meAnd knowing that no one knew what I was doingGave me power So I leaned over the edgeLooked into the abyss, liked what I sawAnd stepped offFree at lastNo more hurt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/312510/ He loves meEyes adoringHands shakingBodies pressingtogetherHe loves me notEyes cryingHands quakingBodies repulsingapartHe loves meForgivenessFortitudeForgetForeverHe loves me notParanoiaPainPiningPrecariousHe loves meStrong ArmsStrong wordsStrong heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/264555/ When I was youngerIf I ever wasLife was differentLife was simple, butOn toward adulthoodWe allMarchedYoungSo youngOn and on we wentUknowingly dropping innocenceLeaving it where it fellI look back nowSeeing the prints left behindSeeing missed opportunitiesAlways won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/231297/ she's a temptresswith her evil waysshe flirts she flouncesand I am crazedit's with an achean ever-growing needI begI whimperand I plead and still she smilesyet comes ever nearerI smileI warmmy clothes, ever sheerer til finally she arrivesin full splend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/227831/ ConfusionStanding by the doorMisunderstandingSitting on the bedPainLooking in the mirrorFearVomiting in the bathroomPatienceLeaning out the windowHopeHolding keys to the doorLoveWaiting on the other side... Holding hands with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/224833/ hold my hands{ behind my back }kiss me deeply{ bite my tongue }look into my eyes{ put your hands around my neck }love me{ use me } http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/224826/ Open eyes, closed mindOpen arms, closed heartOpen hands, closed fistsFigure out what you wantso you can leave me aloneQuit asking for the galaxywhen I've done everything to give you the worldI could rotate before you nakedand you would still ask what I was hidingI could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/216946/ glimpses of what I amand what I could beevolving changingmutating growingI will be bigger than thisI am already moreis this what a stifledplant feels like?"I know I will be a redwood one daybut maybe notif I don't get pastthis little pot" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/214033/ Surface beautyon a shaded soulpseudo-vervetakes it's dueand patching crackswith rusty toolsfools few Inner anguishon an upturned facepseudo-smilesfool someand catchy phraseswith quick exitsallows time to run Absolute defeaton a bowed headpseudo-lifeis .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/214031/ sensuouseyes closedlips to fingertipsand kiss my palmnext my wristand your breathI hear you everywhereI wantI needtremors and tracerswhere will you be next?there's that soft spot, the crease in my elbowso reminiscent of another creaselinger, don't linger, so feathery, y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/147681/ Oh, the meaning of lifeWhy are we here?What are we supposed to do while here?Poets & PhilosophersPastors & PresidentsSpend their livesSpend other people's livesPondering & Pandering those questionsPoor Poets!Finding Peace in rhyme, sometimesPoor Philosophers!Will th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/146515/ standing at the edge of a green seadotted with daisiesthe air feels thickand each inhalationbrings the taste of honeysucklesliding across my tongueyet it bounces in the treetops abovelike a flower looking for the solar kissI turn my face toward the cloudless firmamentand soak in&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carapoet1/146058/