http://slow.writerscafe.org/ifyouseekay The original writings of author Sarah Ramsbottom en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996232 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My son is 4 years old, he has moderate to severe autism. He is non verbal, and we fight the hard fight daily. Without him and his brother Harrison, I would give up. They truly are my reason. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1365567/ Journal writing..... That's all I ever do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1365564/ Journal writings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1365562/ journal entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1246741/ a journal entry about a little 'eco' saving girl who was covered in chemicals and fake materials from head to toe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1183255/ a owe to my family its right out of a journal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1183252/ .. random 'journal' writings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1129570/ "I tend to find shade in the sunny afternoons. Pale skin like mine burns to quickly. I tend to find the shade in my own heart on days I spend alone. But I am workig through these things, sometimes his suns to much for my eyes and skin. But I love his warmth."Prove to me that time is moving and i am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1069762/ My body is creating battery acid. I can feel this poison moving through veins. I feel so sleepless, so tired, so lost in a sea of ... If the waves get much higher, i fear I won't be able to hold my own and swim back to shore. To safety, to higher ground. I'm drifting outward, no longer able to fight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1069756/ Explain to everyone. Explain how one can have these feelings and then lose them. Explain how I keep seeing his face everywhere. I hate that I have become a ghost. I hate that I have all of these things in 'focus' yet your no place, this isn't home. I hate that I can't let go... I can't because I kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1069752/ the great debate my internal monolog is screaming loud. the voices bouncing off my skull. I am the alpha, the beta, and the omega.i create to live, and live to serve. I will destroy this lonely town.I will destroy my home in ruins.I've missed you long. I've missed the home in hearts. Its this burnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1069741/ Sometimes I lose myself ... into a trance I fall and I think until the voices I hear get tangled.Then someone sneaks into my vision.. and the trance breaks.How is it I travel into the future and past at the sametime?I can hear those last words, spoken like daggers. Yet I see the day we began as one... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1069730/ you live in a digital world where life seems perfect in HDcrystal clear and true to life.(remove the rose coloured glasses)photoshop your heart, somehow I think you may have cropped it a little to close.made it swell, made someone think you were able to love30gs of memory allows this lie to become a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1069724/ I feel like something you kick.Kick me around when the moments get caught.I cant help but feel like you think I have no clue... but the funny part is I ALWAYS DO!I drown me,in hopes to change me.In hopes you might notice... me.Words they float from your mouth like paper in a up draft. And I pick at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1069722/ I'm Numbing   Pondering putting my head in the ovenI'm Numbing   Taking a bath with a toasterI'm Numbing   Sleeping with the fishI'm Numbing   Wearing cement ShoesI'm Numbing   Running with ScissorsI'm Numbing   Sticking a screwdriver in a light soc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1068538/ never poke a tiger. And never try to come between a woman and her family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1065396/ random thoughts on a bunch of napkins I found in my handbag. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1063789/ journal entry... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1063784/ this was a song written by me and a friend "Pat Holmes" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1062024/ this is just a journal entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1062022/ explain yourself to a lover that cant see whats happening in your heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1062017/ Bitter windIt blows in and fades back outWinters beginning its long stayIts grey and blackink blots the skyand i look out onto the woods as they swayIts too cold in my heartand freezing in my handsId bathe in warmthbut I was shaken from my bedby these thoughts that keep me numbingby a mind that keep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1062014/ reflection.. "should I stay or should I go?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1062011/ pushmake these pieces fit. I dare you..push me..make me fit into you...I dare you.Maybe you havent met me yet,but then again... maybe you havehave you seen the fire in my eyes?have you seen the dead in me?push thisrepair this...i dare you.make you fit into me.have you met the sadness?have you seen t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061277/ silver this dreamalmost to precious to holdand the honesty of lovealmost to much now.Give owner ship to someone pastleave doubt and hurt in the current loves heartlets just paint this pretty we all forget lets just paint this perfectthe cracks wont showI am in limboin between the here and nowI am in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061269/ these "poems" kinda of just happen, they get written on mail, napkins.. and my skin. These are moments and ideas that happen that journal my life. they have no real reason, they just are http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061267/ Inner me Outter youIts like slipping on the ice, and seeing yourself falling towards the frozen ground.A personal letter to myself, written in letters so large that everyone in the room can see. My secrets unfolding in a public forum.Birthing new lives, and laying some to sleep.We change and interch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061265/ unstatedthese words with two meanings held onslipped downthese words crashing like water on rocks a tidel wave of makeshift emotionsa third glance no chance I can catch your eyealmost symbolic almost iconiclistful, lustful, bashful,these moments of increased panicall tied together with a pretty red .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061264/ this was a reminder to a friend when she was caught between people. She was debating something life changing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061257/ I cant rememeber where this began.The down fall, the lost hopeI cant rememeber when I felt the rain..but got carried out to sea.These flood waters are moving in fastremoving everything in its path...our love?My heart could melt your world..if the current could stop us from spinningStatic on the line.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061256/ journal entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061255/ I've been talking in my sleep..Saying words to promises I'm not willing to keep..Your ears ringing from the repeating of your name...Forgot forgot fogot to remeber your name..So much easier said then done..Your taste, your taste it lingers on my tongue...Like barbed-wire candy,Your kisses cut my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061251/ passing in the night like two shadows in the hallway.pressing up against the door jam, moving under foot.my skin meets your skin.almost feels like the first time.moving as one, moving to each others breathing.Part my seas, in waves of sheets and shadowsthis room doesnt feel empty when your at a fing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061008/ I sleep falland drown deep in memories.In flesh we feel at homeand the moments they move to quick.I hangon, ride this into the morningbecause this feeling can be fleeting.I sleep, laying on my sidemy eyes they open wide and your face is the first thing i see.If I could wake just to hear you breatheP.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061004/ a reflection of a me. I lost my mom at 3 years http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061001/ Time lapsed into this space It’s come to pass before I had the right to this story.Post production, post modernism, post punkBefore the playwright, before the curse, beyond the sea.I am a passenger in this life of mine. Watching as it all passes me by.I ride with a driver who seldom speaks.In.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1061000/ I dont really write... well I write "journals" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ifyouseekay/1060997/