http://slow.writerscafe.org/missangell The original writings of author missangell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776224514 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In a whisperI hear nothingYet I see everythingEyesI mirror that imageTouchI transcend this messagePlanAlways on my mindEmptyNot as long as I liveLookI barely have to speakRememberLike photographs in my mindTalk Cheaply persuasiveListenOnly to myselfAdmirationS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/219991/ What am I doing in this lonely place?An ultimate isolation that has no faceA complicated arrangementTrapped in containmentAll memories are blurredI just want to be heardEmotional anguishAn alien languageOne second to breatheI have fallen on my kneesOne minute on the groundIt's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/219990/ Can you hear me?My eyes are turned towards the floorGive me a reason to love youI promise I won’t ask for moreA lonely existenceA connection that mattersCan you see me?I'm right over hereWatching you from a distanceMy vision of you is clearGive me a reason to hold onI pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/219988/ He keeps me at his back doorNaked, waiting in the rain Joy Division in my headThe Smith's in my bed He keeps me waitingNaked, yet well fed Leonard Cohen on my lipsAll I want is to be kissed His door is lockedI can't find the key It's cold at his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213517/ Fast talk C**k rock Tell me where you want to take methen go with my best friend Oh, you American boysShow me all your toysLet's make lots of noise When we are all donewith all of this raging funyou can sell me back to the country I came from http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213511/ Simply imperfectYou know what I meanDon't move itDon't jerk itLet's keep it clean Apples and orangesIt's all just the sameSimply imperfectIt's part of the game The French hate the EnglishThe fat hate the greedSimply imperfectJust like our dreams A lesso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213508/ BelladineThe girl with raven hairShe danced all the timeWith her wine She wanted a man She could not havePoor BelladineHe was only a dream BelladineShe wore red in the sunBut she didn't have fun With her lipstick smearedand her eyes well tearedPoor Bell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213503/ Baby in the rainWaiting for a rideBeads of water hit the pavementBaby is all wet  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213501/ It turned me on just to look at him...The way he would speak to me. My breath slowing with every word he spoke…His breath, hot as it rushed all over my body.  I liked the way he teased me… His teeth pulling softly at  my  n*****s.   He stared intensely into my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213494/ He holds my mind in a trance like state.  I turn the other way and smile.  This expression on my face has made up its mind to stay for a while.  I start to meditate erotic thoughts.  I breathe in deeply…I am perfectly rapt in my fantasy…He walks slowly towards me an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213485/ How affectionate you areAs you sit on this cold cement sidewalkLighting your half-smoked, rolled cigaretteThe wind blows out your flameYou turn away for more shelterYet remain close to meAs I kneel down beside youYou are waiting for your rideIt will take you away from all of your pai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213452/ I wanted to walk with you on the cold littered streetsI wanted to hold your hand and take you with meI wanted to see pain through your eyesI wanted to lie in the park with you and dream into the blue skiesI wanted to hold you close and never let goI wanted to run my thumb across your brow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213451/ Give me a reason to breath into your cold silenceCreating a frosty cloud of indifferenceUnderstand this!And I understand nothing at allYet I am familiar with your ramblings  He who speaks only of others speaks poorly of himselfHe who speaks only of himself, speaks poorly of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213449/ Music au FrançaisHow do you say?A matter of factA dream then a pactSpeak to me softlyI understand everythingHear me out loudWhat's that sound?Make a differenceMake it all go awayI hear you now As you lower your browMake it quickI have bones to pickAnswer this quest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213448/ In a whisperI hear nothingYet I see everythingEyesI mirror that imageTouchI transcend this messagePlanAlways on my mindEmptyNot as long as I liveLookI barely have to speakRememberLike photographs in my mindTalk Cheaply persuasiveListenOnly to myselfAdmirationS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213447/ Sexy is confidenceSexy is intelligenceSexy knows exactly what buttons to pressSexy is in the eyesSexy is in the smileSexy moves slowly and always has a planSexy oozes sexualitySexy is a whisper in someone's earSexy is a secret only you can hearSexy is… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213445/ I write you a beautiful line And you whisper back in my ear,Nothing… and everything I want to hearAs my mind wanders near youAnd I smile,Because you doAnd I like the way you smileAnd I like the way you say thingsAnd I cryBecause everything you say makes senseAnd I am afrai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213444/ I wanted to tell you yesterdayBut I was distracted by timeNow you stand beside me in my unconscious mindWatching me with your eyesWithout a word from your mouthYour presence calms meMy eyes have opened and you have goneOnly to return in my awakened thoughtsYou pull me near you Unaw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213442/ Power, money, politics, oilAll these words make me boilA home oasisMilitary basesBombs, threats, eye-for-an-eyeAlcoholism, disease, killer pollutionIdeas, plans, no solutionsAnger, ignorance, tolerance, petulance Expression, love, acceptanceResponsibility, action, truthC.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213440/ There is a chill in the airThe icy wind breathes down the streetInto the space between you and IYou walk toward meYou wrap your arm around my shoulderHolding me close to you Greeting me with warm affectionYou ask me how I've beenI ask youOur words flow into syncI think about you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213438/ Speak to me softlyAnd I will give you my soul  Touch me loudlyMy body will follow Watch me As I watch you My heart pulsatesDeep into my garden I water itCareful not to drown the flowers Unlike meYet so far into you I am a prese.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213434/ She looks into the windowPeering at her reflection… He is beautiful to herHis teeth slightly stained yellowA five o'clock shadow around his face"It's the eyes", she thinks to herself. "There lie his charms" She looks through the windowNoticing t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213433/ I am sick from wanting youGrabbing on to you like the last strawF**k, what is this?Does this make you special?Is that what I see?Brilliance is what I wantYou are what I believe Once again I have seen myself in someone elseIt's easier to admire what we aspire to beInstead of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213432/ I look directly at you…The room becomes warmI feel my face flushSweat drips from my every pore…The sun shines through the window,Just like I had dreamed it years beforeNothing has changedI still love you the sameYet everything has its endI keep my distanceI cannot b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213431/ Men, they gaze in my directionAs if peering into a tunnelAt the end lies Their mothersTheir sistersAnd the women they have left behind so long ago And I want them to lookAnd ask for moreI want them to go home and wet their beds at nightAnd moan for me as they're f*****g thei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213430/ I am not your soldierNor your slaveI am not your toyNor your jewelI am not going to squeeze myself into your mouldI am not going to play your gamesI am not going to lie to myself anymoreI am not going to convince others that they are wrongMaking them feel shameful for seeking the tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213429/ Information stationLet me outMy thoughts exceed meThis burden upon my shouldersIs beginning to liquefyIn a temper mental stateI take you inI spit you back outI've watched this reality pass me byUnraveled my observationsI've come to terms with my blightMy universe exceeds meMy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213427/ A millionaire's dinnerPass me that wineRed will be fineThree rose glasses laterHe walks in with a staggerThey all sit diligentlyProfoundness expected to leak from his lipsHis soul drips from his noseSeeping into his moustacheHis eyes pier into me sharply Looking for cluesDoes h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213426/ Be with meI want all of youI feel completely in sync with youMy insides turn without youI will not lie to youMy head screamsLike a spoiled childBe with me Taste me Touch meHold meF**k me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213425/ I wanted you in my bed this morningI wanted to roll over and put my arms around youInhaling your faded scent from the night beforeTears melted into my pillowMy sheets were cold and emptyCarrying years worth of lonely nights without you Do we all die with our unspeakable thoughts?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213424/ A Short Story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213014/ A short story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213006/ An essay by Miss Angell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/213001/ "Sometimes I Say Too Much" Why do I behave this way?I like myself, but not todayMaybe yesterday I did something rightMaybe today I feel like I need to fight Sometimes I say too muchSometimes I hold the painSometimes things changeSometimes it's all the same&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/212992/ I am awake.  It’s about three o’clock in the morning, or so I am guessing.  I haven’t bothered looking at the clock.  I am distracted by a vision of you in my mind.  I have a tingling feeling throughout my body, a feeling as if something momentous has just occur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missangell/212981/