http://slow.writerscafe.org/I_am_modest The original writings of author Chloe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984120 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The insects who litter the groundare our friendsI plucked one between thumb and forefinger,bringing him to my earwhere I let him crawl insideI felt him dig inside my muscle,knaw at my boneshe grew himself moreand they eat flesh by the poundBring your Labradorsbring your lover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/413534/ Only by the nightyes...no, I did steal that line from Poealthough,I don't know...It's only by the nightwhen Mama tucked me in tightI clung to my bloody horse headI braided his mane!It's only by the nightonly by my strengthened sight,I could see the starsI once wondered how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/374039/ This is a revised poem I wrote back in July. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/358117/ This is like "A Pure Silence". I had an assignment from my Honors English class to write about a historical moment. I chose the memory that I have the most pieces to of me, my best friend, and our long-lost friend Alex. I had to read this to the class. So http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/357992/  My mechanical limbs motion murdersbones stretching and snappingall to break the bonds of bloodI’ve shared with politics, w****s, hypocritesI do hate me My crosses, I’ve kicked them all down,but first I nudged yourslike broken soldiers, they lied above my occu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/357890/ I have an itchthe itch to leavethe itch, it keeps itchingit itches, it itches A red spot365 days priornow a distorted bodyit's a wonder whyyou cease to seethat this bodyit itches to mass destruct This skin it hurtsit bleedsI want to shed meto slip out o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/326958/ Read "Here I Am" and "The Broken Yolk Slipped From The Pan and Left the Meal". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/293566/ This is my first shot at minimalism. I wrote it in two minutes. This is written about the same person in "Here I Am". It's really weird. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/280802/ I used the new Coldplay album as inspiration. These feelings are all mine though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/280786/ Read "Letters". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/273236/ Just a little something that I thought up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/272563/ Here I amcan you see me?I am standing right here,here in front of youcan you see me at all? Here I amI waved my handsI yelled, yelled, yelledyou turned to this personthat you have called friendand you said,"I hear this person, this person here" Away I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/270722/ Dear Mr. Musician,I am the one that knows youI am the one that stabbed youI am the one that pretended to care for you Dear Mr. Musician,are you still hungry?a first place guitar awardcan not always be so fillingwhen your constantly over-fed bellyconsumes the tears of his sib.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/267165/ I'm finally back after a LONG suffering of writer's block! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/264423/ To understand the direction of this poem you must have read all of my previous 'Hunger' poems and my poem called "Roots". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/243684/ Her hand in yoursso smallprotected by your strong gripyour strong handsheld her You held her, held hertill the day that you decided to leaveyou let her fall, let her fall No other person,no other event,not even a reasoncould explain why you left Tears tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/243680/ Here we go again! Just more and more clues to up your anticipation for the very last 'hunger' poem. I'll keep the series going until I feel like my relationship with this person is fully explained. I enjoy writing this series and about this person in gene http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/242334/ This is regarding some of the things that I feel like right now. Included in this poem are hints and background information on the people in which 'Letters', 'The Carnival', and 'Hunger of the Over-eager Musician' were written about. I spilt some painful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/241550/ This is probably the darkest piece that I have ever written. It's written about a real person that I know personally, as was the first "hunger" poem. My objective in this poem is to describe in the best means that I can how I know this person an http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/238157/ Hands are dipping down,down into the wet soiltheir fingers grasp the dirtand carry it above the groundthe soil is spread over the bodiesas they are burried in their boxestheir flesh is rotting,bones dissolving to dust;ashes to ashes,dust to dust Their eyes are sunken int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/237806/ This is based off of the hardship of Castrati singers in the 18th century. Please feel free to contact me if you do not understand the history of Castrati singers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/236417/ Naked,so very naked you feelyou stand alone in coldpeople surrounding,every eye on your naked bodythey see you clearly,they study you closely You sense that your heart is now exposed to air,yet it can't breathit wouldn't dare to take in airaround all of these eyesan awkw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/234712/ The Ripple EffectAs one strong, young man sheds a tear,it falls to the groundthere this tear is joined by many others,all to of their owners,who are suffering from this one young man's sadness;the people closest to him are damaged.Soon a large puddle of tears begins to forma l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/233832/ Death! death!death is on my nameblood is on my handsthe dagger, the daggerlies beside my feetas it had slipped through my fingerswhen the sounds of yourscreams in agony reached my ears,and travelled to my mindit plagued meI am ill!I am so weak! The nothingness painted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/230645/ Music or attention. Which is better? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/230632/ I wrote this a few monthes ago after the suicide of a friend of mine. I though that I would post this to remind others of this terribly heartbreaking issue that ruins many lives each day. The black and white image of this post is of Alex Troupe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/230217/ Here is my heart;my one and only heart"I spoke to you,handing you my heart;my beaten broken heart "Cherish it please,treat it as your own,but with more care"you then held my slowly beatingheart in your handsand said: "I promiseput your trust .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/229729/ Strive to differ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/229724/ So through the crowds you walkeda minature hand in each of your'swhen the child on your leftcried for a red bag of cherry cotton candy,hanging in a row displayed in a concessionyou quickly pushed to the front of the lineyour child was hungry! So through the crowds you walkedwi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/229718/ Why did you pretend to enjoy me?you smiled instantly asyou saw my eyes reflect your spirityour spirit has only seen carnivals of life- You held your children's handsas you walked them to the ferris wheel,as you bounded forth with joy,a sad clown with a frown face came to viewq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/228380/  On your throne you rest,looking amongst this filththis filth is of nothingthey coil into their shellsas you belt out ordersfrom this throneyour voice,your voice is the only deadly thing here Here we manufacture bombs,grenades,and guns,we could be in perfect peace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/228230/ I wrote this on Valentine's Day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/227006/ Eyes reach the brim of the windowmorning seeps through the darkened skyI start the timer"Sun, awakeit is time for you to arise!It is now time for you toawaken my life!"  They said the sun would,all the teachers, professors, professionalsthey all said so&qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/226996/ The slow, sad death of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/226971/ "But who sall dwell in these worlds if they be inhabited?...Are we or they the Lords of the world?...And how are all things made for man?-KEPLER, quoted in the Anatomy of MelancholyIn HG Well's War Of The Worlds, before the foreigners reach Earth, there is what appears to be a small su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/226958/ I wrote this in English class. Some parts may sound weird because I had to use alliteration, assonace, and all of that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/226952/ Global Warming and the direction of the developing future of society. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/226619/ This is about a suffering friendship and being forgotten by someone you love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_modest/226614/