http://slow.writerscafe.org/rennypenny06 The original writings of author Penny Ellen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015445 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes, people are just damn poisonous to each other. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/1062405/ I like my music raw And my steak Medium-well,I like my coffee bitter.I like my nights coldAnd my days dark.I like my men soft.I like my downers;My booze in bottles,My heart sinking in my chestBut no regrets.Time consumed withFeelings of a depth only sadness touches.And I don't want rescue,I don't wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/1044641/ Rationalized away,These bright, spectrum-colored feelings areCapable of blinding superegos. Institutionalize my thoughts, and you will findA religion of worshipping Aphrodite after Adonis afterAphrodite…The want swallowing up shorelines like tides ofOnce-shallow outl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/987968/ About apologies. Sometimes, even when you feel they are useless, you need to say or accept them anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/939957/ My story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/927033/ Hard; that’s exactly the word forthe moment. He held me hard, my words hard-pressed in my throat; objections anddares alike, a mixture of feelings and confusion; conscience and animalism(superego and id). The door frame hard at my back, then I hit the bed. Hard. Pants yanked off... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/912346/ For the worst roommate I've ever had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/899042/ This is for my beautiful little mechanical baby. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/898122/ Lies are thefoundation of modern society,in the religioussense.I’m not referring tojust deception spewed from the pulpit,but theuntruthfulness of individuals’ souls.How many people go tochurch regularly without REALLYknowing what religion theyare partici.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/838840/ One more berating, degrading, insinuating uttering,And I shall be perfectly content To spray your brains on the wall and call it art. And those guts you overuse with the risks you take,Pushing me over the edge every day,Well, a Christmas tree needs garland…  O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/824855/ 12/19/09 Also older than newer. I will always remember this day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/816417/ Something a bit older than not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/816415/ My bank teller’s name is Chris.Every few days, while getting change for my cash drawer mid-shift, I get to seehis big green eyes and gregarious smile. He always takes time to re-count mycash for me, pausing in tens. Always looks me straight in the eyes, his slendertwenty-something bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/799645/ For my favorite walking stereotype... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/779076/ This is NOT about coffee.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/779067/ A night of bad dreams met by a morning in need of reassurance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/732519/ Another disreputable damsel in despair; Red riding hood hoping the wolfTo be the beast to her beauty.  Tell me,Shall I lie again, sir? Upon your bed for observation and experimentation? (Does it mean anything to you?) Admit and crumble or ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/681558/ Finally. After a night of wonderingwhat would happen when, it finally starts. The bottle back in the freezer,half-emptied, and the room felt happy. Electric. Odd how people can go for adamn long time knowing each other, attracted or not, and suddenly that momentpasses. You know the one; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/671818/ Three wise men burned upIn an Irish car bomb,And moments spiraled, ever more pivotal,Condemnation inevitable,Indiscretions in a drunken flow Of late-night confession,Cuz I’m pissed off, d****t,So I’m gonna tell you I love youAnd sleep elsewhere.Cuz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/671424/ If there had been bottles in theroom of any kind, they might have quite possibly been smashed against the walls.Drunken sobs ripped through the corduroy air, the gaseous vomit of her squeezinglungs. His apartment walls were thin enough that any roommate stirring at themoment surely heard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/671234/ I don't know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/667648/ Itwasn’t always like this. There were times everything was much simpler.These were the words she could have said but didn’t. The form of a man she hadknown for so long lay before her, a corpse aside from the machines keeping theheart pounding and lungs filling. Brain-dead: th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/662923/ Keeping sight indifferent to theTurntable trials andScorched flower gardens in my memories,I hum the lullabiesChildren dream of. Now I lay me down tosleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep… Waltzes through ashes, bare feet and lashes coated In .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/662143/ Another Weird Writers Prompts thing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/654984/ Amusement, one night only! For the low price of A fifth of jager,Maybe some everclear, darling,And I’ll quit being such a good friendAnd take you for a ride instead,Not caring thatUsing youIs bad. Insert,And enjoy. It’s no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/654467/ I know what monstersI make of myself.Nights are my Hyde,Days my Jekyll,and I will never look back.Words are honest,and claims are real, still,I am a selfish creature,taking what I know I can get,finding ways to enjoy the rush,distraction from the holesin me. Fill them up.I fill them upwith all the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/651081/ WWP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/646597/ Bittersweet piece. Only half-true in my case. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/644157/ No idea... just kinda happened. Long overdue WWP piece. The stepsister wins, Cinderella loses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/642126/ WWP, here's another. I am enjoying the serious prompts. I like the non-serious ones, but they are proving to be time-consuming to make my own. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/640795/ Weird Prompts. Here's another. Thanks for the inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/639466/ very emo stuff, but it's about all I can do right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/635945/ Another one for Weird Writers Prompts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/633176/ For Weird Writers Prompts. Nice idea. had to run with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/633166/ ....and yeah http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/632439/ We are all to blame,All inflicted with some kind of Infraction,Injustice,Disheartened as we manyBecome,We are all imperfect,And all content that way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/629591/ A very dark, self-loathing piece from my adolescence. One of my favorites of anything I've ever written. Inspired mostly by nightmares and dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/629580/ Not feeling so good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/622740/ I have a superpower. I’m not quitesure whether it makes me a hero or a villain. I know it has been a curse on mylife. I cannot live normally. Even when I try my best to ignore it, it springsforth from the background right into the center of everything. I fail to seehow it could be used.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/613048/ Just a thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/607281/ Darkness wraps around me Like the arms of the lover I miss most,Onyx streets slicked over with downpour, No stars tonight, love. Maybe you and I watch the same sceneThrough different eyes. Does the glow still linger in yours?It left mine.  In.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/602091/ Once, a devastated heart commanded that all clocks stop And telephones fall useless.His love was dead.Death would have been preferable to betrayal. I believed every time he called me beautiful, And I took for honesty the kisses, hugs, cuddles. The apologies s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/596209/ I realize now that every time theboy told me I was beautiful was a lie. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,and the only beauty he beheld in relation to me was companionship. Apparently,the lesser of two evils is to tell white lies and follow up with the horribleblack-and-blue truth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/596199/ You drop those words in perfect fashion,As if they excuse you from your infraction.Convincing,You strive to beHonest,But all you are is lying. As if any of this does any good,You justifyWith a phrase that Kills me inside.“But I still lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/588159/ Originally titled "Cups full of Sake", this is about a time which I will always miss, the good and bad parts of it, because I felt like I was learning and growing for a solidly good purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/576463/ Is this what it comes to,When you’ve tried and they keepSaying no,Not yet.And you’re too scared to try again,CuzYou knowThere’s someone better at whatYou want to do. I’m cashing bonds just to pay rent,And they were supp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/572180/  I told you that I’m as sick of hurting people as I am of being hurt. The problem in this is that I am willing to risk that if you let me. (I know that it is not my place to risk your well-being. Sorry.) I don’t know who’s more scared here; it’s impossible to tell. How.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/482078/     There’s next to nothing standing where I used to be,And moving underneath, the current deepens.There’s no plunging cliffs, no walls to step off,Arms stretched like wings, eyes closedJust each small step I take toward you,And I see you, but I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/482036/ Lust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/477287/ Been waiting through days and nights like drunken fights And worse than all these lofty dreams crashing around usIs real life closing in on meI blew out my candles years ago, knowingThat the one I loved was never coming home again.So I drowned out my hope years ago, thinkingMy drea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rennypenny06/444728/