http://slow.writerscafe.org/olsenmadi The original writings of author Madison. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011505 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sitting all aloneToo stubborn toReally let go and Open upNeverGiving in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1799458/ Remembering Every time IAllowed myself toLook upI imaginedThat you wanted to know me butYou were no one and so am I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1799455/ Impress meMake me want youAnd convince me you want me tooGo ahead and kiss me and lookInto my eyesNever forgettingAbout that firstTime you said my name and I looked at you in wonderObliviousNo longer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1799453/ While I was sleepingI dreamt I knew what love wasAnd you tried to starta Revolution in my heart.While I was sleeping,I fell in in love with--you."I fell in love the way you fall asleep:Slowly, and then all at once."And you promised me it was real. But I felt my body grow heavierand the air ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1440008/ rough draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1391122/ For Aubrey--I remember we were once six years old. And we played together, and we laughed together, and we imagined together, and our souls were knit together.Another time, we were twelve years old. And we danced together, and we laughed together, and we stayed up late together, and our souls were k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1337461/ "Hello?" I call into the darkness."Hello?" I call out within my soul."Is anyone there?" Rings through the darkness."Is anyone there at all?"I fall to my kneesin question and prayer.My arms wrapped 'round tighthold in the hopeless despair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1337456/ Block Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1319184/ I've known places, so many places,I've known journeys,so many journeys--there have been journeys of the body, journeys of the mind, and journeys of the heart.From place to placewith one journey bleeding into the other, I have been in search of that one finaldestina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1311263/ I am a tragic creature. I awake in the cool, clear water. Mylungs have stopped.--They are at rest and my mind is alert. My heart has stoppedand is no longer broken. It is as stone,--cold, solid,strong. It weighs me down into the delicious water.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1279477/ White roadsand warm coatsred noseand warm hearts.Bright lightsand warm voiceswhite breath and kind choices.Guiding starand calling bellsspreading farfor hearts to swell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1279437/ And every year I have changed--And every year I have remained the same.-- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1274041/ Do I even know it If I am a poet?--What makes a person so?--is it the ability to rhyme words,or to create and evoke an effusion of emotions?--What makes a person so? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1272104/ I saw the movie once.but I never read the book--They say it's better than the movie.but that's how it is with most things.There's more content in the book, they say.but that's how it is with life.I  never read "The Perks of being a Wallflower,"but I saw the movie once. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1272103/ Matthew Green was rather leanand asked to hold my hand.I told him yes as long as together we could stand.Matthew Green was not so mean:He loved me dearly, oh.He gave me all his true fine words just to let me me know:He, Matthew Green, was mine to be and never would let go.Matthew Green grew not so l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1269782/ The flowers are pressed upon the pageYour fingers brush the brittleness. Careful before they crumble. See the pollen theyleft upon the paper? Their mark of proof of life. Plucked In hopes and dreams to preserve their beauty, never again did theyknow the glorious.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1255399/ The Sky breaks open and iloveyousbegin to fall down, breaking and spilling upon the ground, caressing the soggypetals. They soak into the hard cement, seep into the soft dirt, slip into the roughbark.Drip, drip, slip, slip comes the rain upon the foggy window pane,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1255398/ The Splintery sunlight graces itself upon the gently capping water, reaching down to thedepths, illuminating the foggy eyes of the monster fish, large and overfed, bread continuously tossed to the their large gaping peony mouths.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1255397/ The flowers are pressed upon the brittle pageYour gentle fingers fall upon each stemMy heart drifts back in a subtle dazeThis is the day I remember whenYour hand was warm and soft in mineYou it whispered deep and low A secret lay in my ear that nightA begging for you to g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1255395/ A quiet desperation leaked from her throat and clung to her lungs. It was the desperation that became her strength. It was the hunger that turned and twisted and locked behind her eyes, keeping away any thoughts that may reveal her being. He looked through her eyes and saw the masquerade.He turned.-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1227966/ I miss the weather in the fall and the way your breath hung in the air, like a promise to always be there. But like every warm thing that meets the cold, it melted away faster than you can say please stay. I wanted it to rain, I wanted the leaves to fall. And I wanted him to love her. I wanted every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1227963/ I want this wall I'm leaning against to crack open so I can crawl into it. So I can slip between its crumbly, concrete ends. And I want to live there. Frozen in a moment. To be forgotten. And then one day, after those I've known have left, I will slip out surreptitiously, exhaling the dusty cinder-b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1190618/ Her eyes were as misty as an autumn morning, and her hair was the color of the fallen leaves. And her smile--her smile was as bright as the springtime blossoms that whispered in the wind. Everything about her relayed the beauty of each season. Her softly-cadenced voice was the gentle falling snow. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1149756/ Block Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1138314/ prose poetry. block poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1126698/ A smattering of letters fall upon the page A deluge of words rush in with rage.My heart falls out flatWith an audible smat.My scribbles find their way into my battered cage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1126661/ Her smile fell from eleven stories up,He was down below and caught it himself.He rushed up the stairs to return her smile,For such a beautiful smileShould have a beautiful soul.He burst in the room, smile in hand--But not a soul in sight.Turning to the window,He foundShe'd jumped out after itherself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1121476/ tired girl with a tired mindalways looking close behind.A quickened breathIn a shallow chestStay awake,Don't be late.Don't let them see you breathe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1113997/ And after the world had seen all the pain and horror, from the box came a beautiful shimmering light. Pandora fell back in astonishment, gasping, "Who are you? What are you?"The girl with the golden wings replied, "I? I am Hope."An inexplicable feeling began to rise in Pandora as warmth and light fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1113985/ A softness falls upon us in the nighta softness in all beauty lightThe sweetest dream there ever wasThe sweetest dream of all our lovesA passion mad and wild, trueI never dreamt it could be you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1104672/ Once upon a timeIn a far away landThe dream of a boyWith a girl in his hand.With love in their eyesAnd a secret in their heartsThe promise of a promisecould never break apart.Up against a worldJealous of their innocenceThe fight for a lifeAnd a love so pure.They sang no songs Of deep regrets,Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1104662/ I'm meltingslowly but surelyfalling apartWhat is this funny feeling?This uneven beating of my heart?-- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1104657/ in the light--secrets are shownin the dark--secrets are kept.these secrets within secrets,layers upon layers,hidden and buried,this life a Twisted Lie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1104653/ You're watching as the storm approachesI'm feeling winter as she encroachesUpon our icy hearts.See the wind as she caressesSee her fingers pull through our tressesAnd our icy hearts.Know the cold as he draws out our voicesThe coldest truth strings out our choicesFor our icy hearts.Feel the warmth co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1096909/ We see the people  (on the streets)Often carelessly passing  (them by),Only a mass of people-- (a crowd)All of us just trying (to get by)Everyone nameless, (faceless),Pushing and shoving (against ourselves)Trudging through another  (wearisome day),Taking not a second glance to stay (a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1094343/ You find me lying near the pondall my broken strength is gonequietlyI'd slipped inonly to neverbreathe againyour rolling tears across your cheekfall fast and thickupon my face.My stone cold lipsthey seem to sayforget me here forget this day.But shake me frommy reverie.Alas, this effortit c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1094336/ you led me hereacross this spaceyou led me hereright to this placeyour hand was warmand firm in mineyou whispered inmy hear that nightyour voice was soft--gentle lightyou sang it softand dearly lowthe quiet words for me to knoweven now it blows on the breezeyour tender kissrests on my cheekI li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1094329/ The bleeding hearts Whisper in the wind:They speak to meOf simpler timesBefore the world turned gray.They dance in the breezeAnd sing their songAnd show me I'm not alone.But sorrow came in And stabbed the hearts,One drop of blood frozen in time.But with sorrow came true joy.Still the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1094324/ this is my pierced and bleeding heart--can't you see that it's falling apart?these are the bands holding it together...don't you know they won't last forever?Oh, how long can this all last?i'm losing faith oh-so fast.i've been ripped up inside.i'm not sure how much longer this i can hide.worn and to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1094319/ Softly falling from my mind,the thoughts are dripping down my spine.slipping down into the cracks,leaving little, tiny tracks.Sinking down to her feet,she traces every word that tries to speak.Trying hard to have a voice,it's hard to do with all this noise.Clamoring up from within the crowd,never di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1090304/ My Fingers trip across the surface of the waterAs I stare into its glittery depthsThe river whispers tempting,Begging,Promising,Pulling me in,Down,Under…I submerge myself into the chilling,The enticing water.Frantically Freezing,My breath has stoppe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1080237/ The dragon slept peacefully for a hundred years.Until the day a little girl came and whispered in her ear. The dragon woke witha resounding roar. The girl stood still, staring at the lusty emerald eye inindifference.             Again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1080235/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1080234/ I crawl into bed late that night. It’s colder than itusually is. I wrap my arms around her frail little body and whisper, “I’veanother story for you.” She rolls over and smiles at me sweetly through herbleary eyes.  Barely audible, shewhispers back, “What i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1080228/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1080227/ We have all the time in the world.We create this time. We mold it.We use it. We cherish it.We wish it slow.We wish it fast.We forget.This time is not our own.She swallows the sand.This time is not what she thought it was. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1078180/             To thelittle glen I flee--into this copse of trees with I the refugee. Golden, yellow,brown, and red encase me in the autumn colors--my protection.  As I watch the rosy glow hit the horizon, thesurrounding mountains scraping the sky, in the v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1077618/ Slipping quickly out of reach,The dream I’d lost and barely seen.Falling quickly as a star,I know it not how near or far. As I’d laid my head to rest,I did not lay it on his chest.I told him there and softly said,Do not take me from this bed.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1077617/ Mirror, mirror in front of me--Tell me what it is you see.Mirror, mirror in my hand--Tell me I’m pretty, that I’m grand.Shiny reflection…Tell the truth. Mirror, mirror on the wall--You say I’m the plainest one of all.Mirror, mirror in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1077614/ This is a story, in it's early stages, of a girl who struggles to cope with the self-inflicted death of her sister..And soon how she accepts what has happened and learns she cannot blame herself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olsenmadi/1077234/