http://slow.writerscafe.org/mschecky The original writings of author Aline Montz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024864 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Levee’s HighDew handsRaisin fingersTeetering heartBreath at largeLevee’s highMind goose chasin’Ego aspect dominatingFringing here and nowRare allowance I imposeTo heed your salient spielAnd mumble cajoleTime’s a wastin’Ask me anythingOr ask.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/782315/ She touched me by accident, and I didn't know what to do... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/624061/ Who am I, and how dare I ask for your time?What made me think it was ok to pretendYou are even close to what I could call mine?If you're reading this now, don't misunderstand me.I would never dare to believe I could hold you,Either physically, metaphorically, or figuratively.To call you "friend" is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/615823/ No comment. Just an old poem that I've completely reworked. One of my first. Oh, and I'm not religious, but I was brought up to believe in that kind of stuff. It's mostly just metaphorical. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/609292/ I may fade away as I sit here stagnant.There is crud on my teeth and grease on my brow, But it is not from hard work, no.It is only by sheer laziness andThe utter lack of will to go onThat I ended up here.I'm not really depressed. Maybe I was when it started.Now I'm stuck in a routine that I don't r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/605375/ This is the Prologue and beginning of the first chapter in my book which is tentatively titled "Days and Days". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/601470/ See title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/559165/ Loneliness. Inspired by fame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/557584/ Long-standing desire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/556765/ Inspired by a lost night on Xanax. :D Not my best work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/556681/ Putting my feelings aside for someone else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/536964/ Coming to terms with my own infatuation, recognizing it for what it is, enjoying the rush, and letting go. Real love will always be there, but chemicals fade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/528989/ Emptiness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/510920/ We have both changed so much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/510515/ There stands a partitionbetween me and you.It is tall and wideAnd thick through and through.I see your face, but we cannot touchAnd still I have not loved anyone this much.Behind brown eyes is a soul I’ve but glimpsedFilled with great strength and prideThe skin of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/508523/ The painful realizations of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/486845/ The emo moanings of a social phobic. Some people assume that social phobics don't have any friends, or that they're somehow retarded, and don't live normal lives. The truth of the matter is that some of us simply go through life a little more uncomfortabl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/485082/ Days and Days is about a young woman named Tess, a painter from the sticks, who must learn to come to terms with the death of her mother. She deals with the pangs of heartbreak, love, and friendship, as she comes of age in the Cheaha mountains. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/484308/ In a dream last night I was in a city under the starsI was walking down the street and you were driving in your carYou were on your way to somewhere and I was looking for a barYou hit me as I was walking down the roadI threw my hands down on the hood to lessen the loadThen I saw that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/479814/ I see you sometimes thereIn that world where you forget your caresAnd go on daresEating purple pearsWatching flying haresAnd you kiss me on the stairsThe dream ends after the kissI open my eyes and fondly reminisceBefore I get up to take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/479808/ It wasn't a dream this timeIt really happened and I'mrelievedDidn't wake up bereavedthinkingIs this the last time?She let me hold herDidn't seem eagerto throw me off herLike I always thought she wouldAnd I always shouldhave just asked herNever again will I wake up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/474461/ blah http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/449745/ Just a funny little poem about the family cat, Fessor (who is in the picture). He was born to my family 12 years ago. We moved and had to give him to a friend briefly, but we ended up getting him back. The rest is history. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/444821/ I once spent a month making puzzles. This poem is about that time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/444804/ Blabbity blabbity blooThe words just won't come throughWhat can I say to express myself to you?Sometimes I just can't talkReally, I can'tThe words just don't come outMy throat closes up and pushes them downAnd they won't come out of my mouth  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/444783/ she made me laugh! a prose poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/444778/ Most of the time I'm just hit or missI need a strong drinkto let me rise above the edge of bitternessIf I were to be honest, I'd have to sayI hardly ever have anything good to sayI do my best to stay upbeatBut it's a cheap seatAnd it's no small featI do it for youAfter all, you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/444772/ what is it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/444764/ my own experience, a bit humorous i think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/444760/ prose poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mschecky/444584/