http://slow.writerscafe.org/traptinthemelody The original writings of author BrokenButterfly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986540 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My first attempt at a freer spoken word structure. So, forgive me if some of it seems forced. It was inspired by "national coming out day" though I think I've missed it by a while at this point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1527493/ Please see note to reviewers. And do not put words in my mouth. I mean no more than what I say. This is about my experiences not the problem as a whole. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1305150/ When her tears fall in front of youdo not make your own puddle.You cannot help her seewith your own vision muddled.When blood runs down her armsdo not open your veins.You cannot help her healwhen drowning in your own pain.When her breath is cut shortdo not become anxious, too. You cannot calm h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1304699/ I wrote this people watching in the coffee shop wondering what will ever actually get through to anyone. We're all guilty. Wonder what would happen if I read this at the next poetry slam... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1304492/ TRIGGER WARNING: Please, for the love of all that is good in this world, do not read this if you will be triggered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1279085/ I'm sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1279078/ Originally posted: Mar 25, 2013, 10:25:10 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1274030/ Originally posted: Feb 22, 2013, 2:30:07 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1274029/ Originally Posted: Jan 26, 2013, 1:12:57 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1274027/ Originally Posted: Dec 30, 2012, 10:16:34 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1274025/ Excerpt from Chapter 6 of "Ramblings in No Particular Order" but it can definitely stand alone as it's own poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1274024/ Originally posted: Dec 5, 2012, 11:28:45 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1274023/ Originally posted: Nov 4, 2012, 3:13:19 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1274022/ Originally Posted: Jul 16, 2012, 9:41:54 AM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1274018/ Jun 11, 2012, 6:11:48 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1272363/ Originally posted: Jun 8, 2012, 8:59:35 AM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1272336/ Originally posted: May 11, 2011, 8:44:36 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1272330/ Originally Posted March 23, 2011, 9:15:33 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1272325/ These are journal-esque entries I've made on another site and decided to post as a collection here to see if anyone has thoughts on them. I may add to them periodically over time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/1272322/ Though certainty is difficult to achieve in these situations, I hope that this will be the final installment of this very long journey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/996735/ This is a follow up on the story begun in the poem Addicted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/995225/ ...idk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/405240/ I was tempted the day i saw the needle in the skya very strange sight indeed when a purple penguin diesand when the word is silent for fear that all is lostwill you come to save us all or create a hollocaust? for all i see is you my love and all i know is dustwill you come to sav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/390101/ Raindrops on a leafsome puddles under a treeraining down on me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/300849/ You don't see how much you hurt herthough it couldn't be more plainyou only worry about yourselfoblivious to her pain. You're not the boy she once believedthat she could love for goodwhen you said you'd never hurt hershe must have misunderstood you see, she thought you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/300834/ Confusion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/297761/ There's a happy sort of sorrow in her eyes while behind her fake smile she tries to hide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/244223/ In this winter settingmy story will be toldof a night now so long agobitter and so coldI could not take it anymoreI could not bear to stayyet in a strange sense;nor could I go away.I went to a placewhere it could be donethe Golden Gate they call ita persuading song it sung... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/204796/ Poem about cutting, please don't read it if it will trigger you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/186217/ The stones are tucked in for the nightwith a blanket of untouched snow.It may be Julybut the cold is all we now know. The world is deadthe stones mark the spotwhere beings shall foreverrest and rot The sun no longrshines downevery happy smileturns to frown .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/171240/ Words not hiddensimply not readwritten by a girllong since dead. she wrote untillshe could write no longerthen switched handsand continued onward. her poems were mostlyabout death and suicideabout her worldand the feelings deep inside. When she needed you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/161022/ Notice somethingas she walks by?there's a happy sort ofsorrow in her eyes. living as if she knewtoday was all she hadtomorrow she wouldn't breatheand everyone so sad but by enemyor friendly firewas the answerwe all desired would a bladebe the last frien.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/160011/ Sung to the tune of the traditional song Mockingbird (except the last two lines) or simply read as a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/159698/ By the river she sitslost in thoughts deepyou see her like a dreamand think you're fast asleep. Twighlight becomes darknessand all that can be seenin the glow of her pale skinby the light reflecting in the stream. She glides her hando'er waters soft as silkand dream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/159272/ Oh, Miss Poetwon't you pleaseonly write your good poemsusing meThe others laughand say I stinkbecause of the wordswritten in my inkDon't write your bad poemswith me anymoreI'm already the outcastof the pen and pencil drawerDear humanhear my pleaor else I'll goon stirke .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/158776/ Words no longer need to rhymeI see no need for rhythmI see only beautyin the words written. From something beautifulon which to write beautyin the very essence of the word. In a world where the wordloveno longer has a meaningwars are typical andeveryone is misjudg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/157891/ "Put me back together!" said the shattered heart"I dare not" said its human"You really want a broken heart?" "No but I do not wish to waste my time, you'll only be broken again,maybe if i leave you, you'll be so broken you'll mend." "You do not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/156754/ In the gentle shadows of the mighty woods they cry out their soft lamentations to the ever listening but never hearing footsteps in the hills. No one speaks but all know the tales of cruel and unkindly folk. As they sing the songs of the bleeding wings of broken butterflies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/traptinthemelody/156745/