http://slow.writerscafe.org/DebbiePhilly64 The original writings of author Debbie_Philly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964376 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just how Im feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1785597/ Without Gravity Floating on air with no boundaries a ride just for youthe endless space, a stream of consciousness without restrictions.Free Floating on that thin line between earth and spaceno clicking of the clock no free forming chaos.Fallen into endless nothingness, the line .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1454788/ DepressionDepressions creeping in like a fog looming over the AtlanticDense grey matter choking so thick there is no airIt’s in the distance but the fog horn blows, a warningRolling in like a freight train with no way of stopping itThere will be no way to see through it only to waveYour hands .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1386273/ This is a piece that Michael G. Smith wrote inspired by and included pieces of my poem "Cursed" .Thank you Michael I am honored . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1344665/ HiddenDead hands pressed numb cold against glass without a viewNowhere to run mind on fire no answers to the questionsBuried deep within… bring the shovel if it will help, notthis time these answers are too far hidden.Time won’t tell time does not heal scars that show no profit.Let me o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1333313/ A Poem that I wrote on a bus down to Wildwood NJ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1312418/ I wrote this a very long time ago... when I thought of nothing but Rhyming....lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1312401/ Best Seat In The HouseOctober 8, 2013 at 2:34pmBest Seat In The HouseSitting here at the kitchen table this morningdrinking the blackest of coffee letting the most amazing cool breeze envelope me throughthe back window I forget for a moment that I amstill in the city which for me is a love/ hate rel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1249287/ Night WindsMy eyes are heavyThe slumbering winds call meCozy is my bedDeborah Kelly ( Debbie Philly) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1242879/ The Sadness                        Closing in like an eclipse on a sunny day              bright with future remaining the figment              of my imagination lef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1242482/ CursedNight pitch as the raven full moon rising as the earthdances like nymphs delighted by the summer solstice.Heat of the night glistening off satin skin a need to feastblood flowing through veins like a crimson river.Flames burn unquenchable a constant thirst frenziedmad and untamable until he ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1213287/ A little rant piece from an observation ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1210554/ Letting Go I released my problems with exhausted breathlessnessas if helium was the magic ingredient.A secret whisper with years of frustrations enteringeach colored balloon.Up they go one by one with a wisp of my breath eachone floating on clouds of fate and hope.The breezy feeling of it all c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1189006/ I wrote this all the way back in 2009 when i was still getting my footing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1185276/ This was a picture challenge ... its what I saw when I looked at the pic... just a small little rhyme :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1180346/ 3 AMWHISTLES  Thewhistle blows in the distanceClearrhythmic motions of the nightSleepy,groggy ready for rest yetMy brainracesListeningto the ever present clatter of theTrain inintervals calm my mindLayinghere with mild and comfortingBreez.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1172186/ A Series Of Senryus that I have written some time ago....I first said Haiku... because it is a type of one.... but a friend reminded me that it is indeed a senryus . Thank you for reading http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1123678/ Just a daily routine for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1079878/ THE UNMASKING Lives laced with indiscretions the dance has begun.Liars take the lead my muse sings the song.Deception pierces the psyche wavering on theedge of insanity.The muse has been unmasked reveled is hismorbid soul. Contents purged of it’s deceitfulness.Lost love’s obscure, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1008034/ How Im feeling right now about things going on in my life and the potential life of others.. left in the hands of people who don't care enough, all comments appreciated :) Thank you !! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1007680/ This is a piece I was asked to do a long time ago about child abuse..... its not my best because I was rhyming all the time back then.... but I tried ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1006515/ THIS IS A VERY OLD POEM ABOUT 2 YEARS Maybe 3 YEARS OLD... JUST REPOSTING !!!REBIRTHThe dance is over, air expellingfrom my lungs like exploding bubblesI' am drowning , slowly descendinglike a graceful butterfly who has lostit's wingsA backward plunge into themurky depths , arms expandedin light fre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1006305/ Was about a dream I had... and I think my brother was trying to send me a message :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1000883/ A poem for my brother Harry who died 6 years ago and who was an amazing poet :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1000878/ This was in responds to the Oil Spill in the gulf and few years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1000873/ Fog's Rolling In Fog is rolling in , man is it creepy half a block from the beachIt's 11:30 pm guess tomorrow will be humidLooks like fog anyway could be the twisted tea'sclouding my vision and I'm laughing to myself causeI just don't give a SHITAs I'm sitting on the balcony overlooking the Atl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1000871/ Awakening I don't know where I am anymorewhere I am to be, what to beStanding on the edge of yesterdayand tomorrow.I sit here breeze blowing,salt airtickling my nose awakening my sensesI'm relaxed yet dulled, I cant feel it.The excitement that used to jump upoff the sand and grab hold making me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1000869/ This was a Metaphor for a person that i was dealing with at the time !! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1000865/ I had the pleasure of being invited to write the feature over at Micheal Todds  place for The Spirit Wild Chronicles. I had to pick out a picture of Nyla's and write a poem to it.... based on what I saw and felt..... I will put a link up to the blog here because we also had a question an answer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1000864/ The First Snowfall Watching the first snowfallin the quite of the nightunder the glow of the street lampI am reminded of you. I was apprehensive about usat first scared evenyears of wrong choiceskept you at arms lengths.You appeared out of no wherewhispering in my ear.I was  comforted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/1000862/ Life love hope dreamsFriends lovers passionstreams like a steam linerbulldozing through meThe waves that seem tocome all so frequentlycrashing into my lifemy thoughts my soulNever giving a chanceto swim above it alwaysfloating just on the topenough to breath in rushedfast paced sprintsDieing day by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/996347/ Why Did You Leave Me Here For Wolves To Prey And Feed OnYou cherished me for years, your words not mineI was looked on by your gaze in shadows thathad me unaware of your admirationDay by day I walked the halls oblivious to yourstares,not because I was apathetic to yourpresence but you hide it well.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/996344/ I must have messed up this timemaybe I pissed off the Gods toomany times with promises ofdevotion , maybe I'm not whatthey want. Defective,Diseased,Unsightly I went into the box and asked for forgivness for that sin 18years ago, I thought I was pardoned sorry is always thename. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/996339/ Poem about the heat in the city ....;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/996336/ Sounds To Sleep By The sirens pierce through me like a sharpened daggersomething is smoldering in this small corner of my citythe neighborhood is dowsed in dark and treacherous actsI sit on my bed wondering which direction their coming fromshould I duck from the window, will this be the night t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/996331/ This was inspired by a movie called "August"  with Anthony Hopkins...... the end made me think of this :) Just a little piece.  Always Looking Out Once there was music... then the music just stoppedOnce there was dancing... then the dancing just stoppedOnce there was laughter...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/996329/ Inspiring piece about not giving up , and not letting other bring you down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/395568/ I love Fall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/326609/ Just a poem..... about how I feel sometimes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/326605/ A mild erotic piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/285189/ It about death and the chase http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/283544/ This was a callab with my friend and mentor Poeticpiers ( Ivor) Thank you Ivor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/283539/ A bit of prose from my earlier days of writing... I just wrote what I felt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/283530/ This started out as a metaphor for a state of mind.. but some wanted me to make it into more... so well see..lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/283363/ A small poem for some dear to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/283355/ This was for a contest about a cemetery and this was my take. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/283346/ a Poem about graffiti from the eyes of the tagger http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/283073/ Life and feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/282499/ A matter Of Trust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/282496/ About the crime in my city. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DebbiePhilly64/281084/