http://slow.writerscafe.org/Condora The original writings of author White Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033585 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I gaze into your ocean eyesI see what I wish I had.I see what people call a soulThe one thing I wonder I've ever owned.I know what I force you to deal withI know its not fair nor is it deserved.I wish trust came easy for meCuz believe me I wish I could.But when we're apart my ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/1460009/ I have so many people telling me so many things I don't know what to do. This is the product of my breaking point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/1431084/ A terrible poem that tries to explain my great grandmother's life and what I'm trying to live up to. I hope you enjoy and if you have any suggestions please by all means share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/816457/  Gormlaith walks intothe small diner. It wasn’t as packed as she was expecting. Only a couple oftables were occupied out of the seven booths and ten bar stools in the diner.She looks around and finds Jones in the last booth in the back next to thefront window. She walks very slo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734122/ Mellissa sits and draws in therecreational room for the first time. She begins to draw what she thought Iggylooked like. Short hair that sits over her eyes combed to the side, small coldeyes, high cheek bones, round face, and thin eyebrows.        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734121/ Theyate the dead? What inhumane thing to make someone do. Jonesthoughts swirl in his head like bees swarming around in a hive. How is it that Genson knew about this girland know about the case and pretend that he has no idea what was going on? Whywould he hide this?   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734120/ Jones holds Mellissa’s hand as she tries her hardest to keepherself from crying. What kind of person could do such a thing to a woman likeher? Just two years of being an adult and being on her own, what a frightfulway of welcoming someone to the “real” world. He didn&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734118/ Mellissa wakes up in the samestall that she was in before she was taken out. She feels like she hasn’t sleptin weeks. Her body was in pain even her…“They didn’t,” Mellissawhispers, horrified.Suddenly, visions rush by inher head, more of feelings. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734115/ Mellissa wakes up to the sound of screaming and a machine,almost like a car engine and a train turning on, whirring and grindingsomething.  She looks around her and allshe sees is metal and red like a boiler room in movies: metal walls, metalflooring, metal ceiling, and a metal door.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734114/ Jones comes storming into the room without even knocking oreven with a doctor or nurse with him; startling Mellissa who is staring out thewindow. Mellissa gets up after shaking off her nerves, “is something wrong?”          &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734113/ Mellissa tosses and turns inthe small springy bed throughout the night.  After many hours, or what seemed like manyhours, she gives up.  She sits up in herbed and looks around in the too dark for comfort room to find Kaelus sitting onthe far side of the room, staring at her... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734112/ Kaelus paces back and forthwith her hands behind her back. “He had better come otherwiseI’ll just… just…” She couldn’t think of anything that she could do to a manthat was outside of where she was.“He’ll come, Kaelus, just youwait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734111/ Jones stops scribbling notes onthe lined paper as he heard sobs from Mellissa. He looks up and sees what he already knew, she was crying. Jones clears his throat, “So, Whatcaused you to walk into the ghetto while you were daydreaming?”Mellissa stood up and walked t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734110/ The air was cool, like autumnusually brings, and the world is silent. Mellissa walks out of the townhousethat her and her husband spent 4 years of their lives fighting for. The sun isjust barely over the trees, only the blue jays’ song is heard, and no one isout walking just yet. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734109/ “You need to tell that story,”Kaelus says as she stares at Mellissa with strong hatred.             “They won’t listen to me or you,”Mellissa says, “I’m just an insane woman with a voice that says.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734107/ Mellissa, a woman who wants to tell her side of an unknown case, but won't be listened to because she's "insane." Jones, a wonderful detective, who has been alone for far too long. What about them? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/734104/ What say you and IWe walk down a sickly pathAlone and cold down this narrow roadwondering what is to become of we Tell me are your fingers numb?Do your lungs feel froze?Is your blood cold? Can you feel? What if I told you that were me?You, with your white feathery win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/732030/ A teacher, a mentorthat's what you are.A friend, a companionthat's what I knew.A dream, an imagethat's what you gave me.The sun rises and fallsjust as our lungs do.Every breath, every heartbeatit's like a day that goes by.But what if they stop?I feel sick, sick to my stomachI loved you and cherished.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/716903/      It's been almost two months since I last went over to my parents' house. I couldn't get myself to go over there. Danika and I can't even be around each other anymore, not without giving Hell to everyone else. Poor cassy and Lauren, they got pulled into ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/687626/ Abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/628113/ This isn't exactly a poem, but a letter. I was trying to make it a poem but it didn't work out, I don't think. I figured I'd get feedback or try to get feedback either way though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/613012/ Something I wrote in dedication to all my wolf brothers and sisters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/613010/ This is another poem my boyfriend wrote to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/613009/ This is a poem that my boyfriend wrote to me and I thought that it was so beautiful and thought that his talent could be praised by some other people. I hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/613004/ I will walk around you if that is your will.But how long must I walk around you?Will it be forever until I am free?What about an eternity? I want to see the beaches,I'd love to see my friends,what about my family?Will I be able to see them? I want to get clothes fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/562268/      All alone with not a soul around, what a nice thought.  Funny, I think that being alone means having no one around, but that is not the case. I can be alone without being alone, quite easily I should say. No matter how alone I've ever been, I never knew how alone I coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/562227/ A touch, a kiss, a hugthese wonderful things,but- they're important most,by only you, Mother. A child's God,a child's angel,a child's only best friend.Only you, even to me,Mother, you are all. A tear will shed,a laughter will be heard,thick and thin will happen,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/561955/ It's raining daddy, it always is. The thunder, it's scarry daddy. The lightning...he's comming for me.  Daddy, hold me, please, protect me.  Mommy's gone missing again, there's no food, no water, no you.  Daddy, it's so lonely without you.   Why did you go? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/558094/ Troubles with an ex-friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/558090/ This is a poem dedicated to our men and women in the military and to their families. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/551320/ A child writing to her angel from above. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/551312/ This is of a boy who is trying to talk to his father but gets the cold shoulder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/539579/ Problems in a relationship and feelings that must be shared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/535099/ This is a poem that I wrote for a friend, so I hope you like just as much as I hope he does. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/535096/ A parent unsure of what to do after the death of their child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/520787/ This is talking about a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/519934/ Love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/519929/ This is just something I came up with when I was younger. It's one of my first poems I wrote, hence the reason why it's not in a poem font. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/519927/ This is when everything becomes bad for the relationship of everyone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/519731/ This is a couple years later in the future. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/514543/ This is the day of the twins being born. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/514119/ My interpretation of Schizophrenia and the professionals' beliefs. This is also the mention of the characters and the beginning of the story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/514054/ This is a story based on my life. Many things have been changed so don't think you know me because I promise you more than likely do not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/514028/ My husband used to be so bad about staying in the computer all day and night and not very much time with me. I hope you enjoy it and please, don't be afraid to leave a comment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/499110/ Okay, this not exactly a story I'm not quite sure what this would be put into as far as a category goes. But for the last few weeks I've been nothing more than a b***h to everyone, especially to the one that I love so much and this is the and only way I c http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/484341/ This is just my feelings on miscarriages and questions that I have running through my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/464886/ technology being the child's murderer and whatever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/452474/ Not exactly sure what this poem is if it's even a poem. I just sorta let the fingers and mind do the typing. I hope it's not too jumbled and you can actually understand the meaning enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/452448/ This is in Carmen's point of view. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/445733/ This is in the eyes of Mira and her opinion on things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Condora/437542/