http://slow.writerscafe.org/PsychicDyslexic The original writings of author Sarah McKeever Hitt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046060 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Have you ever punched yourself in the gut on a Thursday in June?I have and it went like this.  I started to think that for the past decadeI have spent way too long in the if and how mindset.Blindly I would ask random birds if they knew how many quarts are in a gallon And if they knew .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/2307477/ I wonderbe it aloud or in slumberwhat sort of love have we?Is it the type that causes fireor does our whimsy bring raindropsAre we beloved in psalms and verseor do we sing in a tone so loud that onlythe owls can hear it in the middle of the night?Will we be legends in our romanceor folly in our adva.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/2014910/ Here I standnot so certainwhat the difference would beif you were able to see the sky through my eyes.I am not clear on whether it would makea single bit of difference to youthat my clouds look like candyand the sun looks like the  moon.Fact is your affections are cloudedby the floating doubt&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/2001271/ Every time I see your faceyou look less and less like the man I knew.be it the self loathing indifference in your eyes or the beardI can't say, per se, what it is about youbut your face is not the one I used to see when we plotted our schemes together.Maybe I am too hurt to tell the difference,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1973291/ Strike me down windtake me to the seaI want to bathe in citrus scented waterin the land of yesterday.Tread light on my mind todayas I miss something that i have never knownThe truth of late night chaos and  trustforges into view and I am all but crazyas I want to have my feet in the sand.Sure e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1728147/ I want to write us a love songwhere i frame you in a border that makes you regalI want people to feel like you are as amazing as I used to think you werebut I am afraid that I can't  do that just yetbecause I tend to be moonstruck and blind about youPerhaps I could lie to my paper via my penmak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1505987/ I separate all my sordid loveand place the pieces in secret hiding spotsEither deep in the woods or in plain sightI will never tell anyone where the secrets areUnless you asked me where they are.I would have to show youyou deserve to hear my wordssince most of them are about you.I will give up all m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1484291/ I made a mistakeI opened my eyes to youwoke myself to the sight of that facethe one that I saw when I thought you were something special.I recognize the lines and creases in your foreheadthe lashes of your eyes are longer nowbut the color in the middle is just as darkand I am sick of (with) you.I tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1458146/ Interpretation of the dayfreaks and saviors of past and presentmeeting spaces with naïve glanceswatch the air because some things never stop.The greyscale of the lamp poststentative school children who hate the weatherswansong singing pigeons with more faith than meglance assuredly at the wind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1454348/ Short of time in your honorI stand in front of a mirror wiping my eyes breathing meditation for secondsOne, Two, Three, FourI work my heart up to be ready for Fiveand I am not sure it isNot this time, anyhow.The next seconds show carelessmy hands show shaky in the etherthe knocking heart a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1450788/ Every morning the silly wind blows the indigo sky has no cloudy friendsthe trees thirsty for raindropsBirds have no idea what they are missing Sweet and burnt smells are coming from the housesThis is all this land knows They don't know know the sting of the frozen rainthe wind that te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1450784/ The useless rainthe shivering of the glass against itmakes the smallest noiseFor the time being I feel like magic still happensthere must be something in the wind todayBecause it hasn't rained in California since I moved here.I can hear your voice telling me it's time to sleepTor rest my brain from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1450632/ I find the shudder of cold that  I feel, when I think of  your face, cruelbecause I once found you stunning to look at.I can't help but imagine that I would still find you breathtakingIf I wasn't scared to see your eyes.My fear is not of your features,or of your disdain,Rather it's a terro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1450616/ This is a pivotal moment with vines and rhymes and storiesstill the hero you areyour horse is white but walking awayAnd I want you to go.Perhaps I never wanted you to staymaybe I wanted to hurt knowing you were in a rushto love someone who wears different flowers in her hairmine were purple for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1450607/ I danced in the mirrored glitterheld my hands to your handslifted my feet in motion matching beatsfrom the confident musician in the backas your placed your hand on my hipswhile telling me that the night belongs to dreamersmy eyes blinked and for a moment I feared that you'd disappearbut you did not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1426247/ The sky is purple againwinds eclipsed by blossoming brancheswhose buds are closing for the long night ahead.This Wednesday makes 10 and the birds remind me how all of our world was just temporary.From the breezy headstrong smilesto the exaggerated exhaustion I feltwhile I tried so hard to make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1426212/ Tragic I am notwillful perhapsdedicated no doubt never traumaticbecause this is a story in a journalBut don't be scared of slander.You will be framed nicelyin words that speak quietto strangers behind curtains so I can not see their faces judging my broken heart for all it's pain and glee that it to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1387891/ Some people walk the groundsnoticing the trees for their leaves.They hear the songs of the birds,feel the breeze, all while holding the secret of the universewhile the lesser of us sleep in on the weekends.You are one of those people.You dream of prosperity,hanging on to the thoughts of emotional sy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1387880/ This is just about the most beautiful daythe temptation of sleep is goneHeaven is not crying on the streetsthe world is inviting more than boredom and apathyThe streets are covered in golden hopethe sound of the wind is bringing out the best in the treesHouse window panes are dripping with the radia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1385690/ Fortress building and mote filled almost to floodingas the sky shine in sunlight despite my fear of rainShort of all I can do for you todayI sleep on my plans to keep the war outyet the foundation of my protest is crumblingon weak quicksand, because I want to be held and cherishedI am not sure why I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1384706/ If there was ever a question of my affections for you,I would not be able to answer other than to say"From start of day until close of night,you are the best part of this time around in fleshand it is beyond my station to try to deny you.Sure, true as it may be, you may not be the king of all of eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1384695/ You ought to be a fancy force, fluttering about as  a pretty birdwith feathers so colorful and brilliant that people will call you flashy and boastfulbecause you won't hide the huesof the purple and gold of your wings.Perhaps this  metaphor is a sad excusebut it is time for your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1382057/ I am guilty of the worst kind of innocenceThe sort of misguided bliss that hidden papers warn of on pages that nobody ever reads.I am on thin ice todayin the sun the heat is rising melting the shaky slick groundthat keeps me from soaking through and throughAll this is my fault(if you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1382051/ Perhaps I am sentimentaland full of wistful make believeat times I am not so sure if my feet even touch earthbut tonight I am sure of one thing. The rustle in the trees the smell of citronella and matchbook promisewere arranged by the fairies that watch over the darkto bring to life my dreamsTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1375356/ Maybe this is the last of itMy swan songPlease.  Oh please.If I put this all down in words-please. Will the hurt finally be done?I am willing to tell the world I was wrong.and that you were wrong.(But I still can't shake the feeling that somehow, and in more ways than not, we would have been so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1341179/ Someday I will flyhigher than the skythat was placed in my eyeswhen I first saw your face.I will be blindby the light that my eyes can't seebecause of the shade that you castat the start of this.This tyrannous love.Someday I will runfaster than the soundof your voiceI will be the crash of thunder bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1341148/ My breath catches over youmy soul core hurts in a wrecked pulsewith the knowledge that you won't die over mebut part of me must die for youor the rest of me will fall victim to the missing space that you used to fill.Fists hit the wallmouth falling to a frowntrying to erase every word in the skyI di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1341137/ Standing water collects,  I hit the pause button on mourning love astounded by the quick fix I found for you breaking my heart Tenderness emotes questions was it ever really a hard loved life for us? One never knows for sure  but today I find you ugly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1310519/ In your corner of the universe; (Where your dreams meet your heartbeats-Where the door to your soul is opened by the light of your talents and joy)is there a corner you keep sacred, and if so, would you mind if I slept there tonight? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1306802/ This seventh yearthe third timefinds me wonderingwhen I will be satisfied with what I have.I don't know if the breath momentwill ever arrive when I won't want something betterthan what I am left withwithout you.Sure-I want to love,to be a secure statue of peacebut I am cursed you see, and witho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1306790/ The little girl in me screamsat the moonit looks like your face in the skyand you are shining for a different dreamerAnd I am slowly waking up.And I will be moving onBut promise I can not to the starssince the hardened scars burnI will fill the portions blankwith lessons learned from loving my versi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1265511/ As true as the words I write in my diaryI say to you now that I am melting for you.I will not let my fear of recourse stop me from saying so.you see I could mask my intent with mossy liesand I could be meek and mild and hiddenbut answer me this, what if we die tomorrow?I do not want our lives to go .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1256166/ open letter in the ether.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1253007/ The sirens on the street beckonthe incident that is meant to comeyour feetthe balconythe groundmy face hits the pillow.I have no clue whybut moths flew out of your bag todayand the handle you flew off of bentever so slightly ever so slightlySo now what?as the people gather and call youwhat shall thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1253004/ When I wake up in the morning, I wait for the light to prove to methat when I felt your arms around meit was not just my imagination. I feel like nothing mattersas long as I know that I didn't make you up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1248770/ I have no words.for the first time in foreveryou are not my subjectand I am not your woeful mourner/i thought truth would freethe woman underneath my veilbut I am still hiddennow that you are gone.So maybe it was not youwho kept me bound in invisible chainsPerhaps the warden is my fearthat I am wort.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1246911/ What sort of woman am I anyway?The sort to lay all my shameful soul downclose my eyes, and hold my tongueChange my mind and moralsstrip dow naked and show myselfto the eyes of an almost perfect man?I am that sort, although I never thoughtI could be so brash as a bawdy girlWho takes her heartplaces i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1239530/ I would like to tell you the truthabout sin and loveHell and angelsBut I can't because I am unsureof the way those things relate to you. Are you in my dreams?Do you ride the thunder and cry like demonsor do you sing like a raven all for the love of me?I am not so sure, but I could guess. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1239519/ yearning, waiting, wanting, love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1226160/ Forgive me Father for I have sinnedStolen kisses in moments of darknessI have caused rapture and fever with just the touch of my fingertips.Scorn me Father for I am not innocentI knew that which I had donemaking fire in your light and lust from your lovewith not a moment's thought of justiceTam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1194961/ Fresh and re-grownBartered down and brought up againHigh strung electricAs ever I had ever been.Free spirit groundedSelf-fulfilling and enigmatic roaming this earth with stars in eyesas ever I had ever been.Flaunting unclaimed propertyForging and gorging on that which is not ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1194254/ Effect and starshiningdazzling nightfree style and electricforsaken and blessed.Hindering freedomsalive for the thrillchaotic by birthright Dancing in dreams.Casual encountersfelt up and put downnever the 'tween shall we meetuntil the record skips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1190628/ Good bye love, the wind is blowing and the rain is washing you away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1190617/ Betraying my senses of decencyI will tell you everything on my mindfrom the sparklers to the bombsand all the mess in between.Can you deal with me?with all the rips and glue?Holding together by threads of wishesand dreams that may or may not come true?I hope so since I am betting the house with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1190601/ He told me that I was the most interesting person he has ever metI suppose in some circles that is as good as being beautiful,He told me that I was an addictive sort of loverI suppose that was his way of telling me I was sexy and dangerousHe told me that I was the kind of girl you don't take home to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1190584/ Surrender to the calm of the seconds passing the moments are all that count when you look at the quantity of blissthat forms in your waking hours.Transfix your gaze on the mundanebreak through outter limiting layersfind the hidden track and take itthat is where you are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1186645/ For years I have stayedlike the deep rooted trees weathering all the wind and rainbut today, I feel you have finally goneand I am still shivering for youmy feet planted eternal and all I want is to fly free without you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1183746/ Forgive the sunbecause it shines for youMaking no distinctionbetween your desires and mineBy the sparks we will seewhether our intent mattersbecause as the moon riseswe will be left with our thoughtsand hopefully each other's companyAs if I were watchingto see for myselfour story is told whethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1182637/ 4tfs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1177360/ The strange wind,bringing all the change neededto bring your spirit back to par,is blowing through the trees today.If you listen very carefullyyou can hear my intentions for you.I wish you loveamongst all the chaos that I also wish for you.You cannot truly know one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PsychicDyslexic/1164260/