http://slow.writerscafe.org/mtelleria The original writings of author Melody Telleria en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026379 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 That girl with coffee-colored hair, and eyes as dark as a starless sky. That girl who dreams of far away places, where love and loss are intricately woven like the swirls of the milky way. She's a dreamer of dreams with a bruised heart who has lived through her books and found solace in the word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/2018927/ Through the trees she weaves and awakens the forest world in dazzling wonder around her.She knows I watch, turns to offer me a teasing glimpse,the mischievous wood nymph that she is,lovely in form that she flaunts in shameless abandon, I've seen her before in dream worlds and she seems but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1999930/ They had a grasp upon each other that was magical and igniting and it would send them to the heavens to shine among the stars.For some souls spark and fuse upon meeting and turning their backs on it was tragedy stretching deep and far. “What do you see in him?” Maybe someday, one w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1999928/ November brings new chills,fresh gusts of caressing winds,thick blankets of fog that make your eyes sparkle and your cranberry lips glisten against mine as our minds cloud and spin. Your hard body and coffee colored eyes ask me for more and who I am to resist and refuse, when giving you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1999927/ So much love to offer and so little offering ground, the altars with blown out candles, cold and uncaring and nothing to drown in and sacrifice, the melted wax a pleasure pain when when hot and the dripping on skin such an entice. Blaming myself for investing and buying into the romance and eter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1999926/ Wayward ships were your eyes as they gazed on the planes of my face, emotions turbulent as the anchors at bay tried keeping us in place. The open window breeze engulfed us in a chill that tightened our embrace that afternoon one summer when we finally gave way to our desire.You were a source of comf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1225694/ If a river had no rocks, it would not have a song. No undulations and ripples to sing of time passed and of what's been seen. How the eras have changed and the undiscovered come into play. Where bare feet once waded through waters, muddied boots later stormed through the night, and with steady setti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1195135/ We all had to let go of that one summer love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1177799/ Puddles of heavens tears mirror my reflection under liquid fire sunshine, the air still crisp and colors dancing in the pools renewing the starving earth speckled with zesty wildflowers.The bleak depression of winter has lifted it's veil and set me free from the somber shade of anxiety that drained .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1165252/ Laughter dances lightly on the shimmering roll of waves, thunderous crashing against rocks so jagged with sorrow and etched with memories that wither away, shriveling back into the damp graves of earth,like sun-starved flowers of apologies that beg for more tomorrows.Diamond tears flow down waning c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1148161/ Time drifts by and loses its edges, fragments of the past invading our minds then vanishing like water that bleeds through sand. Scenery passing by everyday, melting away, as we drone robotically through our magic lost land.Catch it if you can, the streaking comet painting it's way in brilliance. Ce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1134061/ Based on another nightmarish dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1126247/ My effort at a tribute to one of my favorite legends revolving around Morgan Le Fay. The poem is the depiction of how I feel when I read stories of Avalon. I hope the mystical feeling comes through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1116695/ Tell me life is beautiful.It seems so ugly and I don't knowwhy they think I have it all. While I grew up nothing was what it seemed. All my dreams were once true, but then they broke my mind, a tragic, never ending fall. I'm lost, I'm lost, the universe so vast and I can't find myself. Lost in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1113639/  If I could walk away and still breath, I would take nothing but a single memory. The less I give the more I save of myself and so reluctantly I contemplate rewriting my souls destiny. I always sought out the charted maps of life, the points of interest and pit stops, the craze of voi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1111245/  Voices from long ago, energy summoned by spirits of old.The air vibrates from wisdom possessedby intrigue and myth that once pulsed through her lands, seismic in power, she feels the magic tingling in her hands. Adorned with the moonlight,draped with fine threads of silver and gold,precio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1107468/  Through the trees she weaves, owning the forest world that sweeps all around her.She know's I'm there and turns to offer me a teasing glimpse,the mischievous nymph she is.I've seen her before and she seems but a mirror of myself,and I longingly have hoped she will to me reveal her true self.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1101894/ More than once a day we pledge our mindsto new beginnings and second chances.We forgive ourselves and others for wrongswe'll do again and proclain promises that are already in the works of being broken and forgotten. It's a burdensome cycle we course through,for as humans, it's our de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1099819/ Our relationship with Mother Earth and the course of how we exist daily. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1096442/ How tragic it is when a writers dreams are dismissed as nonsense. A death occurs in the mind. I find it difficult to realize that many around me think my thoughts are a waste of time and life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1093185/ I had a nightmare a few nights ago. This poem was written shortly after I woke up from that nightmare and is exactly what happened in poem form. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1091631/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1081840/ Chasing dreams across the world,an everlonging desire to see fulfilled the hunger inside me for so longto feast my eyes on this worlds endless song.  The beauty of the old lands proclaiming their stories and slowly forgotten historythrough raised cobblestones, fierce roadsor cracks mapping them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1081122/ If I believe I can course my own life and map the travels of my heart, can I truly?The truth is what seems pure and crystalin the visionary puzzles being pieced together before me. What makes us stumble into bottomless wells of despaircreated by what we deem as necessary crutches in a crippling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1079665/ Hair like strands of spider silk, an array of seduction rippling down her back, undulated river to drown you in the embrace she will command.Running slender fingers through her hairand over the valley of her neck,a path waiting to be trailed and tasted, as she cradles her breasts and offers them for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1075504/ She feared the worst would come one day,when the darkness siphoned her souland her spirit would fade and fly away. And so living became a sensual game of the senses,a daring dance around fire uncontrolled,a mind tease of pretenses,a mad rush to find the mythical pot of gold. Gone and dismi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1073816/ TimelessMelody Telleria           Once too many times I’ve preyed on beauty and form, seeking visual satisfaction before life was drained away. Silhouettes in ruffles and lace that mocked the meaning of clothing, attached to gleaming nude.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1071070/ Let me in the passageways that weave through your mind.Opening doors of precious complexityso purely unrefined and misunderstoodby human kind.Blend your obscure and provoking thought process with the emergingphilosophy i'm struggling to find. Meet me on our own plane of existence,where we can w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1069452/ Garden of Hope Around the time most young girls eight years old were learning to help their mother’s bake or do household duties, I was learning how to tend to my mother and her mysterious bruises that appeared almost every day. Eight years old and mixing ointments and creams tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1069237/ Slowly dancing into a dazzling madness,a descent down the rabbit hole of alluring decisions.Let's skip through fields of poppy,holding hands under the sun we gaze at in fascination. We feel no pain, unaware of the damage being done,the miniscule holes of fire invisibly speckling our whites.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1068393/ An eerie hum escaping the gentle partof her lightly glistened lips.Lips that should be tinged in rose,not blending into her youthful faceso lovely, yet morose. She walks under the moonlight, casting a shadow so delicate and frail.A shimmering gown of silver hugs her figure and hides her so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1067233/ Slow and gentle strum,play the strings of my heart.Feel the lonely timbrethat envelops me in melancholy,surrounds me in a lovely kind of folly. The way my pulse quickens into a phenomenal melody that tells the story of what you did to me bythe sharing of your mind, the partakingof my eagerness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1066769/ Setting sail, the seas are rough, waves I'm riding on a ship that wails with ageand sea stars hiding on its salt weathered belly,a kelp infested rampage.Foam sprayed mermaid guiding into the sunset,physique of all men's lustful creed, voluptuous and seductive,her sculpted mane of beauty cast in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1066745/ Land of forgotten dreams, you've disappeared and faded into the secret pockets of the earth.Land so refined and rich, how could we give up your splendor and worth?Living in the shadows of the beautythat used to be and now can't see.When did we lose ourselves in squallid misery?The sorrowful rut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1065758/ She dances, sways, twirls on the worlds stage,a plastic smile stretched across the polished face,a mask to hide the growing rage. Truly a vision, shes a marionette, mastered and controlled by invisible fingers,they stroke her glossy hair, caress her rosy cheeks, adjust the skimpy outfit on whic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1065741/ Crevices of confusion creating chaos in the cookie cutter shape of our lives.The endless questioning, cocophony of mixed messages,like shrill alarms yelling from the four corners of the earth.To take the time to ponder wonderingly about the reasonof our measly existence and puzzling creation.Every d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1065734/ Alleyways of the mind, those dark crevices, dingy, crude, a musk of hopelessless.You've been there, as have I, deep sorrow of our souls,the need to lose control.To escape from maniacal routine and superficially led livesthat are dwindling away away in time.The right to internally scream and rant sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1065727/ When you realize who you love isnt the person you thought you loved anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1065179/ Look into my lash rimmed eyes,these mirrors of fascination, enchantment,silent acclamation, the entrapment of breathless sighs.I wish to pull you in, immerse you in my mind,feed of the pungency of your captivating kind.Let's drown together in numbing pleasure,create whirlpools of ecstasy,swirl in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1065170/ A sadness quite unshakeable, almost unbreakable in resolve.In checks in every now and then, a reminder not to forget the reality of it all.It's an addiction, this sinking into meloncholia,this friction with being in a happy state of mind.Decaying little fingers peeling away at my heart,baring my sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1065164/ A winding road of emotions, steep, narrow, dangerous cliffs.Plumeting heights of my desire for you.To know, understand, uncover layer after layer of life altering fascinationwith the creature of exquisite beauty you are to me.That finely sharpened mind you possess, clear cut, organic in thoughts and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1064598/ A poem about the struggle to stay on the path everyone expects of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mtelleria/1064145/