http://slow.writerscafe.org/opheliablue The original writings of author Morney en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990500 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/257627/ Written in the middle of the night when I had a fever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231434/ Recalling a hospital stay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231432/ It's me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231376/ I wrote this twenty years ago and I still don't have a clue what it means. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231373/ An oldie! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231371/ With apologies to Sylvia Plath and 'Lady Lazarus' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231368/ The first words I spoke to youWere words of love and hate.Love to hate you, hate to love you.Hold me, hug me - suffocate.You are monstrous, vile, hideous,Repulsive to my all-seeing eyes.Dragging your acid-red coffin,Spewing your murderous cries.I watch as you creep towards me,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231365/ An old poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231364/ Gone in a flash. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231363/ My most serious poem *ever* :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231362/ An old poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231359/ Nothing.Nothing I can do.Nothing I will ever docan make amends with you.Nothing.Nothing I have got.Nothing I will ever havecan make me what I am not.Nothing.Nothing I can say.Nothing I can ever saywill stop you going away.Nothing.Nothing I can be.Nothing I can ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231358/ The faceless stranger in a dark alleyway,He jumps, he grabs, he takes – no he won’t pay.Once there was blue calm, now red seethes the fear.No I won’t tell you.  You know you won’t hear.The familiar boy I call my friend,We're lovers - lovers without an end.N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231357/ This was really notes for a poem, but my cat, Whiskey, died a few months later and I couldn't make myself rewrite it for a long time, then I decided I just wanted to leave it as it was. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231356/ A tribute, for so many reasons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231354/ The first year after my 16 year old cat died. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231351/ Haunted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231350/ 1.I cried when I heard you were born -jinxed perhaps, child, perhaps blessed.Part of her, part of him.None of me.Not conceived in love, I know.You emerged into a light of adoration.Hers, all around you. His as well.Though you may never know him.Baby girl, I think of you often.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231348/ Trapped. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231346/ yes it did. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231344/ From SP and AW to TH. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231343/ The aftermath of being told things you wish you didn't know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231339/ I found a picture, hiddenBehind the everyday dirt of life.See that girl in the picture?She sees rainbows of your love everywhere.Then I found her, hiddenUnder the grimy London pollution,Where traffic jams clog my heartAnd fumes choke my good intentions.This girl, though, she gigg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231337/ To AG - I win, you lose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231332/ Two attempts to atone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231331/ Your greens,your yellows,you're rather pretty.My bedtime partner.I can count on you.You're no trouble,I take you as easy as that(A sip of water slipsyou inside me)I am you.Or are you me?Keep me quiet,slow me down,artificial sanity.Pull my hair out,paint my sleep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231328/ A woman waits under a dark starry sky in Texas for a man who will never arrive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231327/ Futile attempt to make someone realise what they will never realise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231324/ It is happening again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231321/ Deception all round. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231319/ It was a short story -it should have been longerThe first page drew her in -impatient, she couldn't letthe story unfold naturally.She tore through the pages.She doesn't read short storiesno, she's the poetic type -still, picked it up and pried it openand she doesn't know -sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231317/ An attempt to lay a ghost to rest that ends in failure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231314/ Where I am safe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231310/ From SP to TH and AW. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231309/ For my mum. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231306/ Revenge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231300/ When they were gone and this was all I had to hold on to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231296/ Thinking about which way I could destroy myself in each room of my flat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231295/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231292/ From AW to TH. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/opheliablue/231290/