http://slow.writerscafe.org/Polkadots The original writings of author Savanna Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015425 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 you just keep slipping away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/680575/ Haven't written prose in a while so I decided to write this real quick for the Once upon a time Fairytale contest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573688/ I'm so sick of you, so what makes you think you can keep coming back? And more importantly- why do I let you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573661/ Just how my brain works sometimes. Sometimes- a chronicle of my one hour descent into insanity :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573522/ When my organs startto liquefy,as my brainexplodes,shimmering, dancingalong thissix-wall cellWhen the world blurs,stairs coming up fasterthan expectedWhen nonsensical prosesplattered notebook papertangling into confusedspider webslike the cracks ofa windshieldWhen fear envelopes me,yet no on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573520/ Ever read the book Ivy? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573519/ Every word I say is just another facade, another shiny little world to hide behind when things go wrong. Dear I know you've got it bad, and it's not a bed of roses.Do you think I can't see that?I know you can't breathe air that speaks the truth because it's so much easier to live a lie. It's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573514/ Angsty teen stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573513/ She sighs and throwsa glance across the floor,faces swim before hereyes,as the world tumblesover itself.The sun collides withher mind,celestial dance ofpain and tears, but she will bereborn.A new moon rises outof the craniumwreckage,and she falls to her kneesin prayer.   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573508/ The absence of light bleedsinto my vision like thetips of your wings,covered in oil so you couldn'tfly, so you wouldsuffocate.When I pointed them out you justtried to laugh and said,"These? These oldthings were meant forthis." as youcried yourself to sleep, as thesun rose in the west."Maybe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573507/ Thoughts on when I was little and why I had to grow up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573501/ I miss you hon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573499/ ...and so things progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573498/ ...but it's not just you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573496/ In the beginning, it was easier to deal with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573494/ Poems about my friends who... upset me at times. Bad decisions, downward spirals, all that lovely depressing stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573490/ I am the replicated DNA,Meiosis of the first kind.Blood on the ceilingbut you won't look up,afraid,so afraid to find-me.Spiders crowd insideyour brain,peeling back skin likefaux turf before a Sunday, bloodySunday beneath your feet,inching back from a puddleof blood,creeping back toward youth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573255/ Halloween evening... lots of poem ideas that night lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573254/ I need to sleep more... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573248/ Thanks a bunch Mr. Sharbrough :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/573245/ Not a stupid, "Three seconds left in the game, and Jimmy made the winning goal!!!" type thing. A bit deeper, or so I'd like to think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/423905/ Before you go biting my head off, this wasn't originally posted on my profile. But I DID help write it, as you can see at the original posting, www.writerscafe.org/writing/bunkeatpotatoes/398632/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/400744/ Hah, finally done xD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/358207/ Hah. I dunno. I just wrote it on the spot. It's pretty crappy =/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/357971/ We also took the liberty of doodling randomly and making iPods and playlists for everyone. There's also a few other random ones stuck in there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/301844/ This is the famous poem, "The End of the World" but the even more famous BUNK!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/301839/ I can't decide whether I despise or love History Day. It is a grueling, 3 month project that we spent endless class periods "working" on, but without it I don't know if Bunk and I would've been inspired to write Twisted Tales. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/301793/ This is a raritly, becuase Bunk and I appear as characters on a stage. We've done this a few times. I wrote this one, but it was inspired by Bunk's awesome poem, "The End of the World". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/301784/ Wow, good times! Karen goes berserk with National Poetry Month, and we decided to chronicle our experiences... Yeah, there might be some exaggeration... I think I wrote this one... But I'm not sure... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/301771/ This is a character song, sung by Karen. (To the tune of "I Feel Like a Woman" by Shania Twain) Bunk wrote and takes full credit for this one. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/301767/ This is something my friend and I do together. We write parodies of our teachers. None of the stories are true, and the characters are very exaggerated, and very loosely based on the actual people. It's meant to be completely ridiculous. Hope you enjo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Polkadots/301762/