http://slow.writerscafe.org/VanessaAlyse The original writings of author Vanessa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111350 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 very heartfelt.. this one is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/550191/ Lately, I’m driven to answer a question. I might be onto something,Like the exuberant professor that struggles to findSanity. I have a theory,Structured with a fixation to knowSo that I’m not oblivious like the generations that burnedAnd batteredThe hub of time.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/530374/ When I posted this, I was so in love and so happy with where I was in life. Now, I look back on this and sincerely miss the feeling of being desired and being 'it' in someone's eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/498537/ Writing in a state of rage,Knuckles kissed aquiescingly with the blood of my desparity,My human concerns mean littleTo the complex structure that isThe Milky Way,And all other galaxies that dot the expanding universe.And still,I cry.Has the nature of the human way gripped me,O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/483022/  Sometimes, More often than not,I sit and stare at the blend of life Fixed firmly,FaultlesslyIn the black soil,Leaving wafts of wavering stillnessThat is minerals joined with moisture,The moisture from the rainThat falls. It seems rather often,That I catch myself .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/458592/  Walking through a densely separated bush, Heart at ease with its pulse, Head at an alleviated state, The trees peel open to reveal The seventh heaven of where my mind restsOr holds preference to rest beside.The sky. “In an island in the sun,”Shades opaque t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/458580/  I may abuse some substance,But you’re a f*****g hypocriteAnd a terrible fraud.  Sometimes I might lieAbout my whereabouts.“But it’s okay,My will is good.”While I let ganja kiss my lungs,Sitting cross-legged in the grass,You sip Mojitos and Kal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/451143/  When Elizabeth Pendleton stared out into the river that gurgled leisurely before her, not far from the urbane quarters of her home, there was a heat that poured from the sun, leaving her lazing about the verdant turf of her neighborhood, searching for a familiar tree that she took comfort in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/448760/  Only once we see that life is ‘but a dream within a dream’,Masked by layers of metals and ores,That close us in on wanting more,Of synthetics and symmetry that does ill to truly change,Of megapixels and coffee cups.Only when the foggy lenses clearFrom our view on the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/441220/         Fifteen Hours Without SubstanceAnd I don’t know if this can last,Don’t know if I want this to last,This stretch of bearing life,This stretch of really seeing and living here,My mind unaided. Fifteen hours of peering out at thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/434088/  Hello, I will readily introduce myself as Mislaid, A dissipater of good clean thoughts, One who possessed the quality of belief and philosophyBut somehow loses the option when the sun doesn’t shine, And soon forever. It’s something I’ve always wanted to keep,A d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/431163/  Am I forever damned to breathe this sunny, southern air, browning skin like an onion that’s seen ages? Peering out of cars and windows, dirtied with smoke and periods of confusion, seeing clearly for some time is strange, for now it's by means of being trapped. Am I forever li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/426534/  My heart’s been ill.I’ve squandered emotions through and through, Reproducing no means of hearty fullness,Feeling no bliss or elation as they say you should.No.The core of my being, tinted blue once more,Has left a puddle of pale frustration.I’ve been treading.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/422607/ i tries extensively to throw in some rebelion here. truely.... it was effortless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/377441/  It’s been a while since I’ve closed myself in with such dear friends; pen and paper, though mostly thoughts give way to pain.Cigarettes and tv sets,Dirty seats and dew-soaked grass, fallen on my clave-like a*s I know not what I’ve become. My tape recorder’s gone a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/373255/  You see, I was waiting for the sun,Listening to the walrus and the joker sing,When I saw you there. It’s a wonder that you turned up nowI’m choking, joking And quite frankly, smoking.You appeared almost the same.Funny how I sit in shameEternally. O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/373164/  Lavished, we lazeAbout the spread out crowds;The sea of teens ablaze.Watch that floating in the water,Fortitude too;All in the water. Cherish thy worldLive out saccharine existenceIn more than existenceBut life,Straying not in the distance. Try hard to per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/367708/  Paisley swirling, up into the two meter mark in the skyIn the sky is a sphere; and more.Smaller than skins’ single particle,Neurons and neutrons, electrons and protons,There are more, others.But one to twelve-thousand,Our lips insentience,They curl,Forming the spheres i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/362010/ won't be done for some time. for now i'll post scattered parts that will be included for reviews. much thanks to any outlook or reviews. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/354489/     Finally, the day has come for my release. No structure, grammar disinclined, though surely it will happen, and anything else that goes… out of the window.   Feelings are what I thrive on these days, which goes with a lot of things that aren’t good, thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/346672/  I’ll probably close my eyes, if you’re asking for the truth. You see, these lies have burned, licked the very pink on the inner flesh of some organ unnamed. God can tell me what this meansWhen I meet him there, my feet hot.Tell me-tell me-tell meWhat the f**k I’m .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/336779/  Haha, it is another day.Ha, it is the same day;The same day that I left you for May. Swallow, it isn’t bitter.Choke, you are the dark one.Swallow; you’re the bottled psyche.  And drift away from solaceOh, don’t drift across the oceanWho’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/332503/  Tell me, darling, what is your voice.“Spoken,” she answers. “Noise, noise, noise.”Now tell me, I shout at her, what will you say??“I’ll tell you of my necklace,My bright and blissful diamonds.Let me acquaint you with my input.”But dearie,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/328844/  “Mirrors, mirrors.”A steady voice knocks at ears.“Sunlight!! Symmetry!!” The hopeful one rings. “Give it a chance.”The shops are shining,Hills are whining,Night is dying.Morning..Mourning..Says hello,While, hands in pockets,Anger sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/328824/  “It’s a dinosaur, you see??” the lanky finger points upward at the clouds. My hand in my hair, I pretend to look up. “No,” I say. “It looks like a heart or maybe a tree if you tilt your head this way.” I almost grab his face, nearly pull his lips to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/325664/ series soon-to-be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/322081/  What with star-shed light that I waited,Listened for the obscure excuse for a signal.I debated. Upon moss-spread dilutions,(Rocks),Did I slip?Peering into the eyes that cast jewels,Glass jewels,In my stomach. So abiding I waited,I waited. What with orange peel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/322070/ wallow with me :/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/318246/ If you read this, I will surely love you forever. I know it's a bit long, but I am wondering what it really is like, based on other opinions. It's not that great and it's very Dickens-like, in that it's sort of slow-paced in some areas, and the smallest o http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/310824/       “No mail,” I say to myself, staring irksomely at the white delineation that is my computer screen. My very favorite CD has just fallen to the floor, and I don’t move it from the top of my foot; it feels good there. Soon the entire shelf’s cont.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/308745/  I am in search of a certain place, and as my newfound language begins to form, I know of the place as a field. That’s what I’ve heard, at least. When my words had been found, I knew it as nothing but a form of communication; I thought it most unnecessary, for as I reside here unk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/306077/ Again with subconcious description.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/304386/ Written as I sat out in the rainy grass http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/303700/  I’ve been sitting here for hours in damp rainwater clothes, listening to the same slow and sad words. It’s not all that inspiring, I’d say. But I still get the urge to pick up the phone and skim to the names beginning with....        &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/303074/      “No,” said Suzan, pinching the corner of the newspaper with such force that it nearly ripped when she tugged away. “It was a suicide,” she concluded. “Won’t you get me a pack of gum? It’s in my purse over there.” The pale, le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/302705/  “There are things that I would do for you; things that make me consider myself irrational.” A steady squall of leaves turned themselves into a coil, past the bare toes of the two bodies in the grass. “I think I prefer you over oxygen.” The side of his mouth bent upwar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/301865/ missed.... dearly missed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/301296/ I know a certain fellow who was curious, some time ago.He gave me rain and flowers, it made me beam and glow.Sometimes words are hard to place, But I know of splendor in his terms;I find that benevolence is bliss.That’s not easy these days, If I may say. All that I mean to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/300649/ I’ve always wanted flowers;I’ve always dreamt of kindness.I love the rainAnd how it blanches blindness.Of all of the ideas you haveIt’s nice to know that one did notFlutter away.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/300262/  “Close your eyes,” he told her, his voice just a whisper in the silence of her room. The pale yellow phone slid between her fingers, the midnight levy hanging heavy in her cobalt eyes as she pressed her lips against the receiver. “They’re closed,” she told him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/299897/ They say that a trip to your consciousness can be done in three ways. One being a very complex virtue of astral projection or meditation, another being the asset of love, and the last being a marijuana trip. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/297898/ Sunday.. an utter desire drains. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/279872/ started with the idea of a worm in an eye http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/279229/ for Juliana http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/278651/  I’m up to my knees in some sort of vacancy, and there’s orange Gatorade that’s thawing my toes. It’s only me and you here, buried in shredded newspaper that’s marked with words that kill or surround. I flushed in the holes of the receiver when you said it, burned .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/276626/ I'm learning that it's okay to be inspired by the small things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/275796/  “The days have all gone, Coral, gone with both yours and my own aspiration”, said the dark figure in the shadow of the hollow, oil-lit lamp that hung from his lanky limb. “And the hours that our love would hang high have melted, melted like your poor, rich father’s ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VanessaAlyse/274647/ I've come to hate this. 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