http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lori1025 The original writings of author Lori en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992489 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yes I painted the sexes with a broad brush but its all in fun so don't be offended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1046882/ unfair that she madebut she's the type that wouldshe cannot sing, act or dancewho told her that she could?she truely has no talentand appears to have dim witsall she needed was connectionsand a pair of big fake titsshallow as a barren lakeall emotion seems so fakefamous for her body and behavior oh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1046393/ your easy bake ovenwhy didn't i bake with you?can't go back and dothe things we didn't doregretyou wanted to play that dayand selfish mewhat did i saymommy's tiredwe'll do it another dayregreti took you to the parki took you to the zoobut so many other things we didn't doregretmommy will you play wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044431/ HERE I LIE BENEATH THE STONENO MORE FLESH ONLY BONEHERE I LIE TURNING TO DUSTTHESE OLD NAILS HAVE TURNED TO RUSTHERE I LIE BENEATH THE STONETHIS OLD COFFIN NOW MY HOME http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044381/ Based on events that took place when I was 9 years old. My uncle and his friends totured a pig before killing it for their Luau. It did cry tears the same as you and I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044380/ oh sweet spectoris that you I seepeaking from the old pine treeoh sweet spectorwhy do you roamlooking for familylooking for homeoh sweet spector is that you I seeare you trying to frighten meI feel your sorrowI feel your painstanding there in the rainoh sweet spector is that you I seedo you wish to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044377/ like waves assaulting the quiet shore your words they bashed and they tore the sun begins to fade away takes not my memories with it gone is another daybut the pain is here to stay and so alone I'll walk some more with you beside me nevermore the moon is glowing up above the stars they sparkle and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044376/ It came in a dreammy face all blueshe saw my deathsomehow she newstay home this night she begged of mebut a young girl wants to be freethe knife plunged in deepI recalled her words and began to weepstay home this night she begged of mebut a young girl wants to be freethe rope around meI did not stru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044374/ I was your puppy I licked your faceyou loved to walk meand sometimes we'd raceI was your puppy slept in your bedyou'd rub my bellyand pat my headI was your puppy I loved you sonow I'm alonewhere did you goI'm an old dog nowand growing olderthe nights are coldand getting colderno more licks upon your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044371/ Here I lay on cold concrete No more grass beneath my feetWant to leave but don't know howOh sweet familyWhere are you now?Here I am alone and scaredFor this I was not preparedA man came to take my new friend awayWhere did he take her?For a walk?Out to play?Here I am all aloneMiss my familyMiss my ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044368/ weeping willow looking so sadbranches hanging lowmoon is shinning bright tonightmakes your weeping branches glowsongbird singing in the morning lightshe sings her songs and then takes flightwith freedom blowing through her wingssongbird flies and then she singsdriftwo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044367/ be not afraiddeath is not an endbe not afraidlet the  journey beginthe caterpillar turns into a butterflyit's not over when we diebe not afraid of dyingor you shall never livecleanse your heart of all your hateit's what we givenot what we takebe not afraid of life and deathwe all must take that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044364/ a mother laments upon the hillthe hill of dead and dyingshe cannot conceive her lossshe cannot stop her cryinga pirilous journey she'll undertakefor her dear one she'll not forsakewith a mere rock she'll end their livesno concern for their guns and knivesa bloody bundle is all they left hera casualt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044361/ what ifif onlythe story of my lifewhat if thisand what if thatif only i'd worn a different hata fork in the roadi chose the wrong pathand now i cant find my way backthe story of my lifejust as i have writtennot  a brave lionjust a frightened kittenwhat if this and what if thatand so this is whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044360/ i want to write a poemto put my thoughts in penbut every time i trywritter's block againi want to write a poem one to make you thinkbut every time it comes to mei have no paper or inki want to write a poem but nothing comes to mindso i'll write down thoughts and dreamsand see what i can findi want t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044358/ i see your stupid faceswatching me with gleei perform these stupid tricksbut oh how i long to be freeto roam the jungle once againto be with my pridemy family, my friendslook at him with whip in handcould grind his bones into sandi feel the sting across my facewith just one swipei can erasethis litt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044356/ CLIMBING TREESSKINNED UP KNEESTHE SMELL OF FRESH MOWED GRASSROLLER SKATES WITH BIG YELLOW WHEELSSHOWING OFF RACING DOWN HILLSPLAYING GAMES OF TRUTH OR DAREFALLING FROM TREES BUT YOU DON'T CAREBARBIE AND KEN MAKING OUTMOM WALKS IN STARTS FREAKING OUTBEE STINGS AND MOSQUITO BITESALL THOSE SILLY CHILDH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044354/ like poison running through my veinslike a cancer eating my brainconsumed with anger for you only disdainthis burden of forgivenessi cannot bareand in your guilt i will not shareonly a childhelpless and meakthrown into the hands of a stone cold freakyou were my fatherbut never a dadyou stole my inno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044351/ in this trap only one way outdeath can set me freedark thoughts in my headonly gone when I'm deadfree as a bird I long to beso much pain so much sorrowturn out the lightno more tomorrowbut how to do itcould use a gunbut might make a messa hole in my headand blood on my dressI'll do it quick and clea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044339/ Widdendream is an Old English word meaning to be in a state of confusion. Concupescence is a word I just discovered, meaning sexual desire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044311/ Just a fun little Halloween poem :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044303/ This was inspired by a very large arachnid I watched in both horror and fascination, weaving a large web on a wall near the entry to my office. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lori1025/1044302/