http://slow.writerscafe.org/mandiea556 The original writings of author Mandie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776361646 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The noise and the tension in my headfeels like silver, cracklinglike a lost channel on tv.Shivers run on through.I feel like a lousy lightening rodGood for nothing save to hold the pulse.But what is anybody ever good for anyway?Around hereMy hands look different to me.But i guess that's the price yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1124713/ That old familiar feel of sinking has crept it's way back in.Through doors I've locked and bolted,through eyes I've boarded shut.And what would you say, if i said it right now?Probably 'i'm sorry' but you're not.And the things you won't do to me, and the things you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1124706/ Plans, People, and Seasons.It all changes.But the songs all stay the same.My mind in mountain ranges.It's all about choices.And about how it ends.Long, painful waits.And old time friends.It's feeling for everyonewith no one feeling back.It's bearing your soul,Sharing every crack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1115854/ There was an all knowing tone,A sharpening glint in his eyes.And i was in from the time it all started.There was a sudden call for running,And a sudden urge to bite.And i was out from the time it all started.There was a tingling of things already feltAnd a stinging of things never said.And i was gon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1115849/ The feeling of defaultRests all around meLike a gasoline ring,Just beyond the reach of flame.I saw my ghost yesterdayAll flesh and blood and bone.And now the caress of thingsThat never reached meHas left me all alone.Maybe it is beyond the realm of asking to saybut maybe All the things i've touched .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1115838/ There was always a certain sense of nothing, creeping up, raging on, and digging in its heels,in me it seems.I always feel the beats thrumming through me.Deeper and harder than i could ever explain to anyone.Now the night plagues on around me,without me. Without metaphor or inspiration.A c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1115603/ Dreams of sweetnessWithin dreams of madnessSuggest nothing but future lossEverything falls down to fact,Once just isn't enough.Will it ever be enough?My heart attack aside,It seems i just can't speak.Over rite in red,Not enough to wash the greySilken filters, know the wordsWill it ever be okay? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1115599/ I've stumbled through languages,Looking for a cure.Just one.And i could enjoy this. But you can't begin to imagine all the places I've been.All the places that keep me from being here. It's always there, waiting.In the corner of my eye.That place that  holds me captive.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1115597/ He breathes in all the colorsthat i always wished i could.He's cold, But he knows not what it means to be freezing.It would seem that the waking would be a little more somber,With every opening comes a close,Call me wheneverTouch me now.Make it count,Because you just never know.Because i'm an e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1115591/ There was a beautiful mistranslationEtched just above his head.And i lept for itThere was a beautiful misconceptionHidden just below his bed.And i wept for itThey say you only get what you give.But i'm all given out.I would be enamored by the sensationHad i been given the chance to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1115586/ I really haven't come very far, when you want to get right down to it. All the prefect background music in the world cant make me anything more than i am.Cant change or cover up all the s****y things I've done, or all the s****y things that have happened to me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1058103/ A simple line, to color in my time.I love when music comes from nowhere, just plays behind everything.The image of us in the mirror. His hair up. He's inspecting my handiwork. I'm laughing, so happy and for the most part unburdened. My hair finally growing out. A dark face, suntanned back to normal... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1058095/ I am the bear in the coffee shop.Written all over again.Snuck in where it doesn't belong.Someone please, lead me out of this goddamn ocean.Relax, it's just a word. A dimunative temptor.In the progress of language.So Tell me you love me,So Come back and haunt me.No one gives a s**.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1057132/ In amongst the madness,In where i am and where I've been,There is something I've been watching,Like a tide to bring me in. Maybe you would reach me,If you only ever could.I'm far too late for saving,Swaying from those who never would.You see, i'm running through the vistaof .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1057120/ I am from sudden waves of nothingCrashing, soaking me, settling in layers.I am from cigarettes and Popsicles,pushed through the cracks of the front porch.I am from fried potatoes and foul smelling hominy.I am from my dead uncle Steve.I am from a mother of pragmatism,a father of realis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1057106/ Concave and caving in. Light in every crevice,But life is still dark.Shivers indicate this is what i want.I'm being invaded.Filling up and caving in.Nose skims just beneath the surface.I'm heavy and i am dead.Give me shivers, you're all i want.But I've been invaded.Lit up and all caved in.All i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1057100/ Pause between each word, I caught them.You've come to remind me how I've changed.How the blisters are gone and the whole world is smooth.You've smoothed me out.We share something I've never shown before.And you're the one i love.you're my last call to rest my head... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1057097/ Overdosing to the beatof a song called Porcelain.I'm rougher than you.But you're there.Pushing at everything.My everything isn't a lot.I'm a lot less than most.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1057096/ There's a light on.And there is nothing sad about it.it says i'm leaving soon.And i cannot wait to go.You're all I've ever reached for.All I've hoped to find.And you're mine.We've got a whole life,To live once i escape this place.I love you for New York.And i have all the faith i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1057090/ Somehow you know,it is in you to know.somehow you must know, That my handwriting has changed.Somehow, it is in you to know,the position i am in.Curled up alone with a bruised nose.Thinking of leaving, thinking of you.And so the aperture isn't right.There's been an over exposure.I'm a waste of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1057086/ Wrapped up and paling, in the music of your voice.Lost to the moving pictures in every movement. You've caught me.I'm yours.Whimsical and detained, in the most pleasant of ways.Drowning in the feeling.Your feeling.The feeling you always leave me with.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mandiea556/1057084/