http://slow.writerscafe.org/taylormaec The original writings of author Fire&Ice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018873 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 she is ancient and full of weight,she and she has always been my fateshe is the shadow that knows my namethe one beside me that walksthe one behind me that stalksand before me, she lifts my chin with a gentle wisp of skinso that my gaze must meet her shroudshe appears gently in a violent storm,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/2149077/ metaphorical dialogue with a negative person http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/1933703/ Deep purple vapor slides along my wrists, leaving little dips of longing. Violet smoke slips between my lips, trailing into my head and into my heart. I inhale with a vigor, hoping to infect my body with a primal need, One that will travel through body heat...Waiting feels like punish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/1664635/ you made my nest out of poison plantsbrand new skin so quickly made oldfeathers of fear so hastily sewnout of the nest into free fallyou thought I would crash and returnbut here I go, towards volitionI may be on the ground, butI am here because I am freeand you will never change that for me.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/1427702/ I have a beautiful, dream-like memory woven into the electrical chutes and ladders of my psyche. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/1378700/ When the hands become reptilian,with a distinct sheen that slips down the wrist,and the blood goes cold without the sun..You know it's inside youLurking, waitingin the depths of your darkened mindThough the shield is strongit will not always hold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/1128211/ My mother used a lot of bleach. Enough bleach to burn holes right through me. She'd see the stains in me,  the stains in her. She'd drizzle some detergent, then baste us in bleach. For a time, we were both colorless.  and that's when I left.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/1057332/ A piece reflecting the feeling of longing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/1049435/ Speckles of steam splinter on my wrists.I feel molten droplets sitting on the tip of my nose,the skin on the tops of my thighs burns red. My slippery eyes point at the plastic wall.My spine bends like a fishing rod,but the hook dangling from the top, catches nothing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/826603/ A boy with all his warmth to give,followed a cold, slicing wind. An olive green glance he gave, with a face that begged to be a man. A girl who seemed to have her eyes closed, Saw something glow inside this boy.She crawled in close,He slowly took her in, and they they both l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/806432/ So far, I have set sailAnd stars have slipped away,But the silver moon has always shone. A dark blanket would fallUpon my eyes, they pushedtoward the sun, but there was none. Shadows cast their spells,As a yellow smoke began to,And eventually did, seduce. My sail fell slowly, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/792931/ There is a fragile window,that has made its home inside my house. It has grown roots in the air, The dank air between him and I.  It is transparent and lucid, And that is exactly why I wish,For it to cease to exist.  If only I could reach through,Those tangled ancient weeds, And run one lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/780022/ I've been thrown overboard, Falling through thick air, sinking,Crash, the waters swallow me whole,An arched back to an unwelcoming wave, And I am sunk.  My arms granulate and scatter, My legs shelter the crustaceans, And my hair sways like the slimy reeds, Pushed and pulled by currents.  T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/780004/ ars poetica http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/725265/ My little crumbs are scattered, on wax paper, I can feel them rolling,and taking over. Overseas, I see them dropto finished floors,spreading out like soldiers.A bell sounds from behind, I unwrap the oven.The heat ensnares my hands, the burn travels down my arm. The old pan simmers on the cool marble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/725263/ A rusty hook drags,across slimy rocks and muddy leaves. School fish follow with cloudy eyes. There is no bait impaled, no worm tenderloin tonight. A glimmer resonates from the clear line, all beneath the murky waters become entranced. The fish have never seen anything shine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/725261/ I bought a fish bowl, and mine has a moon. It does not rise, it does not fall.The pebbles that grate the glass bottom, gleamas my moon shifts in the aquatic sky. I decided against fish, they'd probably eat my moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/725259/ So silently she sitsHer mind enclosed without its wits To tell of her tale would be toxicIt is as many, simply without logic Far from fear, she is freeNot one passing idea to flee So silently, she sits. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/585095/ Here's the choice.Tread down the same paved road,your shoes sounding off. Or pad through a growing forest, your silence harmonizing with all other life. Here's the choice. Crush tiny saplings and infantile life. Or learn once again your ancestors careful agility. Here's the choice... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/570057/ A little poem I wrote about a person avoiding death, and how even in the refusal of death, it still comes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/547599/ For now the cold seeps from under the door,But soon enough it will cover the floor.One might try to fill the crack,But soon enough it would break back.For large mistakes of past,They always last. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/413374/ Green and fast,It first pushes in from the outside,From the line that separates shore and water.It seeps deeper,Sinks towards the sand.Swirling inward,Emerald clusters suffocate the water.Inbetween the meshes of mayhem,Swim scaley creatures in confusion.The disease filters fur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/410696/ Old toothpaste smells like syrup.Syrup is meant for pancakes of sorts.Pancakes are meant for mouths.Mouths are supposed to munch.Munching means no malnutrition.Malnutrioun shows habit.Habit leaves no elbow room.Elbow room is uncommon in airplanes.Airplanes are uncomfortably cozy.Co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/410511/ Lying in the weeds,Back to the damp earth,Blue eyes reflecting the sky,Her hair strewn across the stems,Rain begins to fall from the reflected,It splatters across her olive skin,Melting her away,She molds into the ground,The water stops descending,And it appears as if nothing had h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/358954/ They say,"Take the pill,In God we trust,Go and kill,God loves us."Dark and eerie,For the term 'Unholy',No longer applies.White and gold crosses,Seen strapped to the backs of the believers.An insane conquest,Drives your leader.The one with the rosary,And the miracu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/350220/ I sit here and I know,That my appearance is lacking this day.I stare absent mindedly ,And then the light penetrates my head.I should shave it.Shave all the blonde hair.Watch it fall to the floor,Without a sound .Maybe tonight,I won't put in my retainer.I mean, when I'm old and gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/347602/ Dad pisses me off. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/342975/ Star shaped and silver, her eyes were revealed in sunlight.The rims of the stars were violent red, shell-shocked from the night.One would expect blood veins to curl through the creamy white sclera.A fanlike row of brownish lashes, they appear to lengthen as the sun rises slowly.Her metallic .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/332751/ My ivory skin is impermeable.I've got teeth like arrowhead stones.Within me resides the power to kill.My body is a mass of toned muscle.I've got slightly pointed ears,An acute sense of hearing.My dexterity is fierce.Eyes of ice blue; anger like fireWith my extra sense, I can feel you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/331981/ Weeds tried to pull my legs back,Back from ripping through them.I sprinted through the fields of overgrowth,Catching thorns in my dark clothes.They ripped into my skin with ease,Leaving only space to bleed.With my dagger unsheathed in my hand,I could've turned it on myself,But with t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/331326/ Cut from the trunk of a treeHollowed with a rockA canoe floats idly down the riverGliding through clear waters Beneath the canoe is a sea of mint green weedsJutting up to reach the stern, and pull it downInto the depths, that get darker as one sinksWeeping willows hang overheadA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/329389/ I wish you could see..The blood that stains my skin.Am I the only one?Please, notice the puddles of blood around my feet.Or listen, to the screams echoing as I walk in a room.This is what I've done.Yet here you all are,Proud as hell,Like I'd won the war myself.Haven't you heard, of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/328183/ They never tell you it'll feel like thisNo one ever mentioned an invisible personThat stood behind you and shook your shouldersMade your body convulse with alkaline tearsIt was never said that, your mind would throbWith the whirling thoughts of what's happenedAnd they should've informed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/326876/ "How much?" he asked, the driver rolling down their window. "I'll take twenty," the driver said plainly, not meeting his gaze. She handed him a twenty dollar bill. He took it quickly and punched in the numbers to fill up the car's tank. He leaned against the car, smoking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/326718/ Gritted teeth and clenched fistsRaised high beyond usSweat drips slowlyOver our tensed bodiesA man walks out on a platformHe stands high above usHis expression calmHis hands at his sideTogether we growlCurses and lamentsThrowing disdain his wayThe woman standing behindCa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/326129/ A lime luminescent burns into their lidsA shadow slips over them like silkA head heeds the sleep hovering aroundA face fathoms their own faithA muscle moves beneath its mantleA person pleads for sleepA whimper wakes meA cry compells me furtherA notion that no one else .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/325869/ A continuation of my story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/325343/ In unison, the creatures nodded. One by one took off into the night, all in separate directions. Chris remained where he stood for a long while, watching the others depart. Then, just as dawn broke, he slipped into the shadows in the alleyway beside the library. The next morning, the city o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/324769/ Framed in silky laceThe woman sitsHer palms pressed to her face Her veil covers her golden locks of hair A sob racks her petite body She sniffles, it echoesShe turns to lay, sliding her back Against cold finished cedar woodHer palms rested for the momentSilence surrounds her Remi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/324763/ Wrote this while watching the Vice Presidential debate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/324596/ Seldom do I seeCalcium-enriched weaponrySharp little daggers gatherIn numbers, within a dark tombThe roof of it dripsWetting the spongey surface belowSaliva splashes onto my skinAs those white knivesSlip in, how I know I won't survive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/322567/ Every morning I have to ride the busAnd she's always thereHer big bottom smooshing the seatShe always shakes her headLooking angryI climb the rubber covered steps carefullyNo intention of enraging her furtherShe mutters under her breath and checks the big mirrorThat displays everythi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/321880/ Molten wax has slipped over my scarThe one on my neck It burns at the scabThen cools and becomes solidI sigh, knowing that now, no one can seeThe pain I had to forethink Yet tomorrow there will be another scarThreatening to tear my fleshI know I'll learn to feel fine But for right .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/321868/  I probably should've told you that I swam in the darkSo the sunfish couldn't seeThe lillies invisibleTo me, floated softly byThe then wide-awake fish beneathThe terribly cold waterBecame agitated but dared notCome too close to my anklesThe ones that swirled the water of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/320327/ This is the beginning of a story I wrote in my free-time this summer, inspired by Stephanie Meyer's series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/320212/ My clothes smellLike the damp earthMy hair strugglesTo maintain some shapeMy skin's coveredIn dirt and blades of grassMy outlook bleakDue to the activities of the night pastMy desire for themTo have just killed me strengthensMy eyes focusedOn what lies before meMy mind acknow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/319937/ I sit, my bottom against a plastic seatShe sits, her eyes intent on her foodI sigh, watching her lift up the sandwichShe bites, sinking her teeth into the wheat breadI cringe, hearing the noise from her mouthShe blinks, not noticing my recoilI breathe, inhaling the smell of the sandwich.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/319863/  Held looselyLike the leash of a well-behaved dog She'd run for milesUntil her muscles throbbed with aches Sung softlyLike the lullaby of a baby She'd guide a brushThrough the gnarls of her firey hair Bitten roughlyLike a shark's teeth to human fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/319854/ Alone,Surrounded by walls of iron She sits,Knees pulled to her chest Her arms,Wrapped around them Upset,She wants to cry But,She doesn't know how For she,She is an eyeless beauty Along,The edges of her world Lie,Shapes ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/319449/ They shall hang limp at my sideFor now is my time My unbroken armsWith no intention of reaching I remember one day, my fistsWere clenched, to the point of drawing blood My smooth lips tightened, drawn backIn an unwelcoming smile Today those lips wrinkle, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taylormaec/319442/