http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pawprints The original writings of author Pawprints en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020059 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How strange I Thought at five.ThatMy knees didn’tthrobBefore bed fromneverKneeling, handsclaspedBeneath my nose How odd I mustbe.Unfamiliar withsweet,Small, commonphrases When I was 10My i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1720989/ The raindrops look like shards of glass on my window. Itstomps on the roof and flashes me out of drowsiness. I’m curled up here in theblue, whispering to my phone, pretending I’m alone in this ship of a house.Everything is soft now and my skin is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1544055/ “What’s wrong with sex?” She shouts it to the wallShe bangs her fist against the tableIn empty wait for an answer Shouts of ‘s**t!’ Still fresh in her earThrumming over And over What&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1383543/ Poetry is a strange thing, isn’t it? Because it doesn’t come from anything.Not really. Sure, we can sayThat the words we makeAre expressions of the soul Or that it’s all Just a bunch of gibberish &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1383526/ Back arched shamelesslyEyes cast to the wall Folded arms beneath her chestOne foot knocking against the other The camera clicks into placeView focusing You can see the little strands of hairFalling behind her ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1383516/ Ah...looking at old relics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1383510/ There was a timeA time before hair under armsA time before bras and makeup A time where I’d have rather been a warriorThan a princess And it wasn’t because I hated pinkThough I did And it wasn’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1308486/ My toes are coldMy backside hurts Christmas was four days agoI have a candy cane in my bag to show for it I’m sitting on a boatWe aren’t moving I don’t know why Between my feet is a ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1289877/ The slice of lightThrough the darkened hall A murmur of voices The press of an ear Upon a rusted keyhole Little nervous footstepsPattering past hours  Notes slipped under doorsFolded and kept beneat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1288412/ No  NopeNopeNoNo NeverOver itNope Gone Not  Uh-uh Shut up FINISHED! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1231733/ Has the quietEver been this hauntingly loud Has the peaceEver been this tauntingly annoying  How is it that I can hear the rustleThe trees Outside But the thoughts in my headAre no more than whispers&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1231724/ Your garbageIs suffocating me Piling so highI can no longer breatheFree of your pollution Something so fakeSomething that’s value has escapedFrom all consciousness How can something So imaginary .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1206917/ I feel kind of stuckLike I’m jammed between two walls There’s so much I have to saySuch a power screaming to be heard But when I try to put it onto paperThe words lose meaning Erase Rewrite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1206910/ It’s a crumbling pathwayWe’re walking downWe can see the stars in the distanceThough in our hearts we know they’re unattainable For now though, It’s peaceful, and a little sadBut a hopeful kind of sadSo we walk, ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1147957/ It blowsThe nose It sniffles And snorts It wrinkles and crinklesAnd gets wiped by all sorts The nose can be longThe nose can be short The nose is respectedThough has a tendency to blort&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1144811/ Your smile, teetering at the edge of your face, like chinaabout to drop and break. 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He sniffs, crossing his arms over his chest.  "What could be more important than walking home with me?"  "...I don't really know how to answer that," I say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1130318/ Do you not see the blood on your hands? Can you not feel it slosh around your feet? Do you feel no shame as you rip the carcasses apart, tossingthe gasping bodies into the sea? Do you not see the crimson blood cloud the water a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1129353/ Like elegant stepsYou’re words dance across the pageTo the sound of your ownBreathtaking music Each twirl Each dipBringing a new round Of muted applause In the arms of an invisible dancer I leap an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1127415/ This bandage It’s slowly peeling away The yellow wound Sticky and pale This bandage Placed to hide this wound Placed to protect it It’s too old to tear off&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1112380/ It's not something that can be describedThe true magnitude and awe of itIt's like fallingFast, and knowing that you're about to hit the ground any secondIt's the dangerous sensation of deathMixed with the sweet taste of birthI've stood on the edge of the Grand Canyon I've felt myself tip forwar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1111242/ “Where are we goingagain?” he asks. 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She was almost younger than I remembered. Her choppy brownhair hung to her shoulders, and she seemed like she was caught between Goth andcircus clown with her reds and purples and blacks. It was almost like she wasjust a normal teenager whose voice occasionally betraye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1104847/ Do the die Let our glories hold us Illuminating what we loveWhat we cherish  Golden-lit handsLifting us from below To fly beneath our gaiety   We shall dance beneath the sunUntil the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1104162/ The sun bounces off the wallsOf this room This room that echoes with emptiness That oozes despare Leaches its sadness onto me  And mixes with my bitter tears This room I lay alone in  Gasping in the dark The ceiling is gone  And the walls have sense fallen apa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1104086/ Just when Sadie Roberts thought is was over--she was going to a good school, she had, well, okay, she didn't have any friends, but she had just started to settle into a new life--the Genie reappears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1103514/ These stars on my skinThese speckles of goldWhat scatters across meLike droplets of honey Crinkling when I laughDarkening into chocolate While I bask in the sunI used to hate theseThese gorgeous splatters of dotsBut now I see that they're mineAnd I love them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1101900/ We are all a little bit like a book insideOur beginnings are roughOur pages are tornOur bindings are frayed And our covers are wornBut still insideOur stories gleamSinging what's been forgottenThrough starstruck dreamsAnd every once in a whileWhen we least expect itSomeone special will come alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1101898/ He's not what you may expect of a Genie. He's not bright blue. He doesn't have a ponytail. He doesn't dress like he's from Aladdin. This Genie was around long before Walt Disney was born, or even the Grimm brothers were alive. As he was so keen to tell me when we first met, Genies were an endangere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1101722/ I raced out of the classroom, ignoring the teachers shouts and my classmate's mutters. This was bad. This was worse than bad. This was a catastrophe.  Elbowing my way through a pool of middle-schoolers, I managed to make my way to the bathroom, where I barged through the door and slammed into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1099001/ I relaxed, letting the music flow through me like water, or sweet honey. Over the years (and years) I'd managed a way to listen to my iPod without teachers noticing. The iPod sat on my shoulder, headphone chord going up the sleeve of my shirt and into my ear. 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I scowled to the front of the room where our teacher was talking about bio-degratable materials or something else that had to do with RIchard Marx standing at the front of the class and sweatin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1097144/ You told meI know you didI was your ragYou grabbed me and twisted meWringing me dryYou slammed me downWatching my tears fly I ripped me in twoWhen you needed some moreOur time was overdue I was falling apartNow withered and stainedYou left me aloneTo be cleaned by the rainWhen I could've f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1096573/ I picked up the cafeteria pizza and knocked it repeatedlyagainst the table. 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And chickens... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1084746/ The barbed wireOf a fence Rusted metal sticking Out  Sharp pricks of pain If you try to walk by Red hot scratches When you pass Throbbing scabsLeft over  -Why do you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1081014/ The brisk crackle of leaves beneath my feetSharp breathes of smoke The trees on fire as colors dance through themWeaving their way into the air.  Rosy cheeks and nose burning with unexpected coldAnd that crisp whiff of something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1079636/ You hide yourself You hide behind that curtainOf what everyone thinks you are You grin, kicking down your pantsSwinging your arms easilyAs if there’s no burden  Though you don’t knowWho is holding th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawprints/1079631/