http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheSleepingMuse The original writings of author Molly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065943 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You spoke ofverses and audiencesas if theirsize and number mattered,as if thevolume of my proclamationsmade adifference. You spokealso of fear,and rocksdying quickly under the pressureof thosetoo-large-for-lifein more waysthan one.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/489450/ I prefer my rhymes have meter,have some power, somewhat neater,have a thickness,and a quicknessno haiku could ever do.I hate rhymes without reason,lacking pertinence to the season;fall and winter, spring and summer,angst and envy, warmth and slumber,anything mov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/488656/ I tell myself to wake up, not break up,Delusional muck plip-plop-plopping down my spineInfiltrating the best of me with prejudicesJealousyFearAnd indifferenceIs it indifference if I still care?Even if the mountain of the affection I had beforeHas been replaced wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/469374/  You may not see it at first glance,but I’m over one hundred feet tall.Yep.  I don’t exactly look it, do I?You probably think that I’m only a little bit over five feet!And you couldn’t be more wrong.I am now and will always be t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/425621/ I wrote this in the back of a notebook for a class last semester and just found it, so up it goes! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/402758/ Do you ever think that words have sounds and colors and light schemes attached to them that are completely unrelated to what they mean? I do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/396608/ I found these in my purse the other day; random little poems I had written a while ago, probably at work over the summer. Rather than title each one of them and give them an undeserved importance, I thought I'd just put them all together here. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/308400/ I tried to write a poem about you,to express every emotion, thought, and feeling,but all that would come out was "I love you." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/283306/ Started a new job; written due to the smell outside when I left today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/267912/  Young lady walking twisted hallsof flashy, showy shopping mallsonce stumbled upon a different storewith plain façade and tiny door.Intrigued by lack of flare, she enteredand discovered a circular room, centeredaround a small reception table;seeing no reason to not be abl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/229742/ This isn't stellar, and I know it. But I don't really intend on changing it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/229369/  Silent, smoky, vaporous formsnaking, seeping into the dorm;toxic cloud, sullen and grey,shutting out sweet light of day,covering my dear complexwith a supremely vile hex.Chilling vapor with it bringsa myriad of awful things;a swift wind carrying distrustthat through these d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/229367/  Your fickleness is unfair,unjust, and undeserved.Each time you follow me aroundit surprises me,just as much as it does whenthe very next dayyou seem cold, distant, and annoyed.This hot and cold treatmentis completely unwarranted,for I can think of nothingI might have done.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/224689/  I’ve hushed my self,hidden it awaybehind a maze of smoke & mirrors.Conversation isnever more to beface-to-face exchange.My spirit faces sideways,turns its head, neverdaring to look yours in the eye.And though you’ll tryto find my eyes,to reestablish a co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/224686/  My reason for pursuing youwas not just an answerto nature’s call to procreate.Only love. I had no ulterior motives,no hidden agendas,or evil schemes.Only love. Though angry emotions flare,they’re always quickly replaced,overshadowed by a constant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/224677/  I am ME. Soul-totin’,heart-broken,hope-floatin’ fool.Flat feet,boppin’ beat,nice to meet and cool.String-playin’,skin-flayin’,non-prayin’ child.Love-fooled,heart-ruled,badly tooled and wild.Kill ya dead,beat yo’ hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/223907/  Muse singing softly,whispering in my earlines unwrittenand poems unheard,please stop distracting me!For your light and powerblind me, compel meto write and write and write,each scratch of the penfed with the blood ofmy beating self,and prevent me fromliving in the phy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/223712/ Now, before you call me emo, I actually do have at least three unexplainable bruises on me at this very moment. Muses concerning their discovery followed and a poem was born. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/223424/  What’s in a glance?Why does your gaze mean so much?That connection between your head and minethrough piercing orbs of varying hueis so STRONG at times!Has so much meaning behind it!At least for me… I could stare into them forever.I get lost sometimes too,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/223417/  Gentle sir, do not tell methat I’m beautiful, pretty, or large of breast.Keep the comments ‘boutthe roundness and deliciousnessof my thighs and buttocks TO. YOUR. SELF. You know what’d make me happy?Telling me that you love me,love the way light hangs i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/223406/ This poem is for my friend Austin, who's helped me immensely through everything ever. You're my best friend. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/214946/  I have a lot of love to giveto someone who deserves it.I’ve yet to find the one that liveswho won’t attempt to spurn it. It’s like carrying ‘round a basketfull of little paper hearts,but now I have to mask itfrom those who’d tear them apart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/213189/  I was the warm breeze that touched your facewhen you walked outside on the first day of Spring.I was the shining light of the starsbrightening your night as you walked around.I was the sparkling reflection off the snowthat fell yesterday as you lay sleeping.The sunlight falling t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/213184/  Seeing you, it doesn’t kill me.Hearing you still makes me smile.Learning more about you thrills me,understanding your artistic style.Sharing with you all things new,figuring out your bemused thought,comprehending the shifting hue,watching as each bright shade fought.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/213178/ This is a pretty accurate portrayal of my reaction to recent events. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/213170/  I’m that one-eyed teddy beardeprived of half its stuffingrotting in your closet. That headless Barbie dollwith only one shoe and no pants?We’re kindred spirits. The Hotwheel track witha crushed corner piece;so does part of me lie crushed. Li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/207511/  It’s snowed.The clouds look pregnant with cold,just waiting for that perfection,that moment of particle collisionthat will finally allow it toexpel its heavy load. The orange street-lamp glowmakes them look feverish.Everything on Earth glistenswith ice and fros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/207505/  The air clings like a lover’s arms,Its hands grasping for mine,Desperate, desperate longing,a wanting, a need I can’t satisfy. Or is it the other way ‘round?Am I the one clinging, holding on,for dear life?  Afraid to loseor sacrifice this touch?&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/207502/  I remember why I detest waiting.The nervous glances, awkwardness,all-around confusion.I want to run. Instinct and logic battle in my head,neither gaining nor giving ground.It makes my suffering cranium ache…Why do I want this? And why must you wait?She .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/207493/ This is another I'd like to add more to. The title is different than what it was put up as earlier, but the words are the same. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/207487/  She likes kissing girlsHe enjoys his cigarettesShe didn’t keep the date-rape babyHe doesn’t believe in God Their drink their magic Kool-AidYou may speak in tonguesHe likes the cold protectionof having a small hand gun She loves her job as a Playmate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/207484/  Rain makes everyone a stranger;a bowed head won’t say hellodue to the imminent dangerof pretend, deceitful sorrow. The rain gave me a maskbehind which I can hide,watching the many hunchbacksquickening their speedy stride. My bright rainbow umbrellaand th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/206469/  The air clung to my skin todayPulling at my arms and hair.The weight the air possessed was astounding;Its heaviness caught me by surprise. The breeze snaked into my bodyBringing with it the cold and dampThat permeated the atmosphere.My microcosm dripped with melancholy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/206466/  Sweat dripsFrom my fingertipsA harsh ringing panic comes closer I am not strong enough!I cry and beat my hands against my headTrying to fight the defeat and the dreadThat well up inside my breast Burning tears fallLike strips of fire so smallAnd I run to the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/206464/  Let forth the vicious dry-heaving,blood boiling up from the pit of your stomachand retch violently until nothing is left of youand you lay, a husk of what you were,sick and empty on the floor. It would feel so good to let it all out,allow it to issue forth, coat the ground.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/206458/ Another one from a long time ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/205512/ I find the ending to be weak. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/205499/  Guess who feels worthlessWastedWantonUnwanted I hate it.This feelingThis placeWhy can’t I like being home? It sucks.Stupid depressionSprung from irrationalityYou lie in wait; turn my backAnd you’ll pounceAttacking my eyes, they’ll ble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/205493/ I wrote this a loooong time ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/205488/  Cut to the quick,swift flick of the wristthen, off it goes,bringing woe, wet sorrows. So small, the beating,so fragile, yet fleeting.Thumping heart brokenfrom lack of loving token. Touches unwantedbut suitor undauntedbrings pain unbelievable,leaving joy ir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/187950/ "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap is the song I'm referring to here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/176821/  It’s an old beat,You played it.Played it, okayed it,In my own house even, you sick F**K!!And you justify it how?It’s always been like this. And? Well f**k that.And f**k you!I’ll do whatever the hell I want to.Stoppin’ me won’t h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/176522/  IntroductionAnna sat, her physical listlessness opposing the turmoil she felt roiling inside her head.  Her mind had finally shattered, fractured into a million mirror-like pieces of glass whirling and twirling in a chaotic sphere somewhere in the depths of her soul.  Wait, what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/176520/ I'm pretty sure that when I added this to WritersCafe before I edited it a bit while I was putting it up. This is it raw. I had planned on editing it sometime anyway. Look for the cleaned-up version to be coming sometime soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheSleepingMuse/155822/