http://slow.writerscafe.org/CopperKat The original writings of author Mary en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776037681 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 it's just fear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/305631/ I bled todayI can never get used to it,the differenceseeing how much I've changedsome for better,none for worsesome really, justincomparable I used to bleeddeliberatelythe scar tissue thatcriss-crosses my bodycan testify to thattoo manytoo neatly placedsome too c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/305508/ A total rewrite of Vacant (though not finished yet) after some helpful reviews. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/303049/ There is a pictureof me, held by my big sisterit's mid-eighties, so her hairis almost as big as cocaineand AIDSShe's smilingall braces and ganglypimples on her faceposing prettilyI'm there,on her barely pubescent hipher acid washeddenim wrappedarms around me,in my ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/302746/ The space betweenwas comforting(hollow and empty)and somehow warminvitingthe escape of my mindthe release of pressurea safe place for mewhen there wasn't any other But now the space betweenis cumbersomeA burdenIt has becomeof late, a prisonand nearly my coffin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301819/ The River of Sadnessa river of tearscarries me to madnessas it flows down the years It widens my bankand deepens my bedthese waters I drinkleave me thirsting and dead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301816/ Three times nowthose blue lights have flashed for meattracted to mein my state of calamitythey have come to the rescue!come to help me through really though I have seen no proofthat theirhigh pitched, high'n mighty, high horsehas really helped me at allbut left me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301810/ It's rather long, and I sort of ramble through it, but it was written right before one of my attempts to get clean, so my brain wasn't exactly the most functional thing in my body. Ha. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301807/ Sadness isblue (very sterotypical)It is engulfingIt drowns us in it'svast ocean of salty tearsflows through our collectiveveinsand oh, godit rainsit floods downupon our shelterless heads(hearts guts and bones)never ending,chafing away our skinto our coreleaving uswild.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301786/ The canvas, heavy with my lonlienessis still wet, dripping phosphorescentbeads of my inner thoughtsand I sit, trappedin this house, this skinwith old familiar playmateswatching meSo I pick up the phoneand wait for a like mind to speakon the other endand when she does, she as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301658/ This poem was written in October of '07, when it seemed like the whole country was aflame with wildfires. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301635/ Who is this?This fiery child I have unearthed herewho comes dancing to the sound ofscreaming and fearshe, who carries with herthose bleak, ashen memoriesshe, who protected meand who occasionallybroke free You can see her when you look at mein the scars that draw my bodyy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301625/ Sadness makes a salty trailas it climbs over the hills of my cheekbonesit rolls down to my jaw,steadily downward, to jumpsuicidallyoff my chinlike lemmings they comeone, after another, after anothermaking this holy pilgrimage for freedomand as they freefall intooblivionto smash.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301619/ In the dark your words drift to mestrip me bareleaving me naked in front of youcaught unaware The moonlight softens the shockof being disclosedmy layers are shedmy skin exposed You whisper to my soulthe secrets of survivalthe way in which we save ourselvesour inno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301614/ Riding in the carThe Nutcracker singing sweetly in my earscreating a few moments ofcalmness and serenityin my otherwise chaotic life of lateRounding a familiar cornerone I know well, see oftenwhere the homeless sit,create community, seekshelter from the brutalFlorida sun tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301491/ It's the slavery,that's what she saysand I can agree,whole heartedlyIt is without a doubtthe slaverythat bothers me mostbecause I've always been thatindependant,free spiritedold souled personand to become a slaveto be bound in chainsof rigs and scrips and spoonsis humilia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301487/ I wantto slice my flesh openand bleed outmaybe the worldcould take my bloodas payment for thedebt I have incurred --------------------------- It's survival of the fittest, pervertedwith an old brain screaming fullof those slithering, scurryingthoughts of &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301485/ Your intention, the actioninherent in your words,is beginning to irritateor in allbrutalhonesty, is beginningto enrage A slow, building boilof scything cynicismis effervescentin my veins, and yesI find itexhilarating Dare youcontinue, down thiswinding and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301481/ This poem is graphic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301366/ several short poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301361/ To just     let goof things saidthings kept silentof memories lostand memories madeto let godestructive pathsleaden actsthis toxicityin meto let loosethe reinsto surrenderto hand over control!to just let gois the mostdemnading andchallengingj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301356/ It travels up your spineinto your shouldersdown your armsup your neck and the back of your headmomentarily creating pressure and it feels like your skull might crackthenWHOOSHspilling down the front of youbow your head        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301354/ The smell of sulfurmixed with cheapjunkie tobaccoand he tells me"Homeboy died of ananeurysm last night"So we'll have to drivemiles furtherand pay moreif we want some(Of course we want some,the sickness is waiting for usjust around the corner)so we plow aheadigno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301350/ I was late todayThe alarm never went offBut I'm not shirking my sisterly dutiesfor boys and rigsI meant to be here on time, I didBut I spent four hours last nightwith a yeti and my DJdriving townbeing followed by boys on 'roidswhich was quite scaryindeedBut we found our dopea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301348/ Sitting, reading GinsbergVinyl Jean Michel Jarre creating ambiancenot native to my livingroomWaiting for that thingthat black, buttoned communicatingthingto make it's infernal noise at mewhat a thing to create suchnonsensical anxiety-flipping the vinyl for continuity's sake-maybe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301321/ Someone to love youSomeone to bang it withSomeone to touchSomeone to f**kSomeone there to validate your realitySomeone to ride the downwrd cycle withSomeone willing to dieSomeone with no one, with nothingSomeone aloneSomeone shaken to the boneSomeone passed bySomeone to share t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301319/ Lips pressed firmagainst thesmooth, hardness ofyour collar boneand mylipspressed hard againstyour necklingering a momenttoinhale your scentyoursharp, strongencompassingscentthese lips against yourmouthto taste the flavor ofyouthe intoxincatingflavor of you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301318/ This poem was written when I was quite a bit younger, before everyone and their grandmother had cell phones, so I actually did have to sit next to the phone. Hahaha! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301316/ Thirteen is the number of the death card in the Tarot deck. It means transformation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301312/ I hate theeyes you stare withfingers you touch withmouth you kiss withteeth you bite withvoice you moan withbrain that you fail to     listen     respond     understand myeyes I cry wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301310/ Insecurities like ticks     are buried in my skinIn my brain     You set them looseIn our home     In my homeAnd when you left     (me)You forgot to take them     with youAnd now&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301306/ Tonight, your artist's hands upon meSeeking, drinking me in with a sense of urgencyThat I return to you with myArtist's hands, feeling the peaks and valleysof your body, my mouth, teeth bitingGently tasing your sweat, your skinAnd oh!I can remember the silky wet feelOf your face agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301289/ I had a glimpse todayof what lies beneath my skinlayers of flesh and gristleopened in a grin razor pulled acrossskin pulled tightfleshy maw agapeletting out the parasite      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301259/ StitchesAnd I'm drinkingAgainStitchesAnd I'm thinkingof callingYouStitchesBut I'm holdingbackStitchesand not cryingEven thoughI want toAnd what do theseStitchesstand forIf not for you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301256/ second stanza added http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301233/ Sleeping soundly, soundlessly next to meFingers interlockedLegs intertwinedBreath steadyMaking the rhythm that I dream toThe rhythm of your bodyHeart pumpingBlood throughArteries and veinsPumping reason into this boringBelittling existenceThat I would suffer throughIf not for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301229/ DeathIn the form of a syringeUsed by then given toThen used by Then given toThen used by Then given toThen bleached and usedAnd bleached and given to meTo rape my veins withDeath, In the form of a pointless needle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301224/ I wrote this poem after the seventh time I was put into a hospital. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301221/ The first momentControlSlipped from my grasp,Out of reach,I was fifteenHe was twenty-four, maybeI had given it to him, unwittinglyAnd not so willinglyThen realized too lateThat it was gone After that I undertook the great task ofReclaimingSearching for, andSpending c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CopperKat/301216/