http://slow.writerscafe.org/Alice500 The original writings of author Laura Pruett en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021592 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want to say a thing…But I don’t know what to sayIt’s as if my mind is blankVanna, I want to buy an… Though I try and try,My mind will not concoctHow difficult is this taskWith this writing block This nothing on my brain,I try to bring to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/319722/ Thoughts arrange themselves neatly, don't they?(Yes, they do)Flitting through my mind, echoing without the luxury of sound(Brainwaves sound like light on ice) Lifelines suffer not this organized, rational existence(Or so I understand)One by one, the patterns break(That's death, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/319284/ Falling stars riddle the pale sky -We can't see them anymore.Our eyes have lost their focus;Only the light of self-indulgence remains A darker blackness than that pitchOf which men spoke of yorePierces not that so-called divine lightThat emanates from within B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/319282/ Reflections glimmerDucks swimming without regardBeauty in a pond   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/249784/ Science equals reality,Or so they say.But kaons and magicAre synonymous to me A game of jacksDemonstrates momentumTo the child withinBut teaching is not understanding Long after humans are extinctAnd science is no more;Long after we decay in coffins,The vultures s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/246987/ Broken, I stare at the eyes inside the mirror Haggard, the eyes stare back into my own Never have I felt quite so alone As when I stare into the eyes inside the face Within the mirror of my soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/246956/ Building castles high Only to tumble again My dreams, unfulfilled http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/246939/ Behind the white cloudsA blazing ball of light shines,Brightness dimmed for now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/246937/ A field of flowersOne child within holds the keyThe answers to life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/246935/  “Do you remember how we met, Jim,” Vicky asked her husband of 22 years. Jim smiled fondly, remembering. Jim remembers the day, June 24, that they met. It started out terrible and then got worse. He awoke from a restless sleep with a headache and nausea. 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My mind may snap if I knew Someone who took the cue from me and understood that this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/212852/ They search for hidden meanings.They read between the lines.And when they see there's nothing there,They claim they've made a find. They lecture you with storiesBy writers who are dead.They twist around good poets' wordsAnd claim it's what they said. They cover up your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/212849/ Yellow ball of lightBlazing brightly up aboveFalling so slowly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/209260/ Pretty rough, I'm afraid. Haven't done a lick of revision on this baby, lol ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204889/  When You have children of your ownYou’ll be the perfect parentYou’ll never have to raise your voiceOr respond with naught but love When You have children of your ownThey’ll compete in every sportYou’ll be the coach of all their teamsAnd they&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204884/  I opened my eyes and she was there. It was like a dream that wasn’t. I said “You’re dead” and she replied “Yes.” No doubt between us and no anger. All of those emotions are for the living.  For the first time in my life, we spoke of random th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204881/  Lips push together -Smiling, pouting,Blowing kissesFrom far away On uncertain windsThey reach meIn so short a timeAs to be immediate My body sighsAgainst your lipsThat have never touchedMy skin at all The vision of the eyePales to that inside... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204877/  Christmas time is hereGood times and good cheerLaughing little children playOn this wondrous Christmas day And inside I am burningWith a long-forgotten yearningI wish we were not so blue –A White Christmas? How untrue… Everything is jagged, wrongN.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204871/  Breathing in the air of lifeJust to breathe it out againSuffering through pain and strifeTo know the guilt of sin Hills and valleys, sun and moonThat is why I liveDeath will take us all so soon -I am all I have to give http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204868/  You think you’re frailYou think you’re weakYou think that I don’t know You think I jestYou think I’m wrongYou think I tell you lies I think you’re sweetI think you’re brightI think you hold yourself back I think I wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204864/  Darkness falls as the sun descendsbehind the horizonThe light fades and bendsupward, reaching for me I’m too far awayfor the light to reach meand the shade is drawnas the shadows beseech meto come to them,come and play their mirthless gameswhere often monster.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204859/  This thing that we don’t have -It isn’t workingSomething is off kilterAskew, it’s sprung a leak How can I know what to doWhen you don’t tell meWhat is wrongWith you I understandIf you’re tired of meIf you have had enoughPlease.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204855/  Crushing sadness, discontent,Angst and disillusionmentHappiness was shortly lentBut to what extent? Soul-searching, introspectionThere’s no winning this electionWhen there’s just one candidateAnd then the gates are shut Heart throbbing, brain poundin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204850/  Moving on is not so differentThan standing in one place.The world moves around meAnd if I am absolutely still,It all escapes me. How is that so differentFrom running ‘til the end of time?Everything changes either way,For if I run, I waste much precious timeThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204848/  In truth, I do discriminate;Love, it is unfairMost, I do not love at allMy loved ones, they are rare I love so deep it can’t be shownThough I do not repressI cannot show my true emotions;They’re too strong to express If you love it, let it go;A cre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/204844/  He comes in slamming doors,Yelling, griping, hating meI don’t know whyOr what I did And do I yell at him, berate him?No, instead I cut him to the quickWith my wittiness and guile;He stands no chance I don’t think this is mineOr his…the blame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201823/  So many mixed emotionsBubbling underneathUninterrupted notionsMonsters gnash their teeth I feel like crying deep insideBut tears no problems solveThis confusion will subsideOnly when events resolve Events resolve only whenSubside will this confusionNo tears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201821/  On the fourth of July, the season of the witchWalked a little boy through the town of Baton RougeHis mouth tasted awkward tastes and his lips did twitchSo that when the rains began, he sensed the deluge Bonfires did blaze upon that hot and rainy dayAnd the little boy witness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201817/  One eye open, glaringClick! The world stands stillTurn the dial to see more clearlyEven in the dark Lift my lid to blind your eyesWith the light that I produceSmile, smile, I’ll steal your soulAnd keep it in my bin Shut my eye, I’ll sleep for nowPl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201811/  Once upon a time, in the early 20th century, there was this boat. It was a really big boat. It was what I like to call overcrowded. So I wasn’t on it. But anyway, a lot of people were. They were very happy people, mostly. Then, one night, the boat hit an iceberg. It began to sink. Ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201808/  Driving never wasExactly pleasantAlthough I must sayThat it seemed toHave its benefits Before I metYou, that is Perhaps if we hadLanded safelyAll would have been wellNever havingEnded with this crash http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201805/  I close my eyes to rest,Hoping for some escape,Some relief for my body,Sanctuary for the soul Little stomping feet,Doors opening wide.Can you get me this?Look at what I can do! He stole my toy!He won’t share!It’s my turn!I never get to do it!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201802/  Belief – in a word -That’s what I lackUnfortunate though it is,It’s a sad fact I might have sense,But I have no changeI was behind the door,Hiding, out of range I didn’t hear the do-goodersCalling out my nameWhile the pope spake out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201797/  Boom bop a deebop bow wowShiggity shiggity a rebop bowDown with the TaoDon’t take that vowDow ditty dop dopA rebop bow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201794/  All I wantBeyond the basicSensory perceptionsExited through that door,Not heeding my callsTonight, I can’t let go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alice500/201788/