http://slow.writerscafe.org/mylovesleftovers The original writings of author Lovesleftovers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996123 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “The Other Woman” Solemn looks amid the crowdMy sorrow begs to weep out loudConceal my love inside myselfA mere possession on a shelf Closely guarded the ache I feelDeeply conscious my heart won’t healClandestine relations behind closed doorshave bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/346156/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/345682/ “Breasts” How can the objects of such desire, worship and admirationbe mere means of sustenance and nourishment?Big or small, they are forever in our faces.We build them up with pockets of fluid.Or reduce them with knives and needles.     &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/345674/  If we could trade placesfor just one day, one hour, one minute,my pain, I’d gladly give you.The hollow void you left behindwould  then be achingly sufferedby you night and day.My life would be as peacefulas the expression on your facewhen last we spoke.How true.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/340430/ Something silly and light. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/340418/   Oh, hello Jesus.We were just talking about you.Wondering what you’ve been up to. Wanting to know why the world is so fucked up. The world’s going through changes, it’s true.Bush’s sacrificial lambs still perish on angry soil.Babies go to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/340254/  “My Incubus”You come to me at nightInfuse me first with frightBut then it’s something moreI feel my senses soar When all is still and calmYou take me with no qualm I feel but cannot seeYou’re near me, on me, in me At first I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/340238/   “Murder or Suicide?” You may be surprised to knowthat when you sleepI press my head to your chestTo be assured you have a heart How can you say you love me,but hurt me to my core?True, your blows are invisibleMy spirit is what’s black.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/339934/  “Instead of Obsessing I Could Save the World” I’ve decided thatIf I channeled my obsession for youinto a worthy causeI could move mountains. Instead of planning revengeI could feed the homeless.Two hang ups a night instead of twelve?I’d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/339136/  "Forbidden Love” So taboo, forbidden, unthinkable.My body is yoursand I tremble with desire.Oh, how I adore the feel of yourglorious brown skin.Skin the color of honeyglistening in the sun.Skin so sweet, I can hardly waitfor you to pour yourselfslowly,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/338198/  “The Stars Still Shine” I have wished to know why the stars shinewhile we live in darkness and despairand the world is so cold and cruel.Even as our sons and daughters die on foreign soil,the stars still shine.Though our children go to bed hungry,as our wom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/336892/     “Jesus Weeps” Jesus wept in the bible.He weeps now still.For every man, woman and childsuffering at the hands of war,poverty, hate and injustice.Even skeptics feel his pain.Sitting in pews,you lift your head to the Heavenswhile s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/336889/ A tribute to the physically challenged children I work with everyday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/336882/  Okay sister, listen up.I’ll only say this once.If every woman were to lay downand give upwhere would we be?No right to vote.No right to choose.No rights at all.I know your life’s been harsh.You’ve been beat down.I’ve been there too.Rise up an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/336878/   How can you judge me?When you don’t even know me.Still your mind is inflexible.Intolerant.The shade of my skin is all you see.Akin to beauty,color is merely a facade.I am so much deeper.I have the samehopes,dreams,and desiresas you.I work .I play... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/335816/ My Grandfather came to me in a dream shortly after his death. Since then both my Grandparents appear in my dreams and they always have something to tell me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/334982/  How ignorant and heartlessto tell someone to cheer upBecause they’re depressedDepression is a diseaseWould you tell someone with cancerto just stop complainingand get better?No one talks about itIt’s still taboo(unless you’re famous)So it’s easie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/334970/   Last night he looked beautifulLaying in the moonlightToday he looks uglyI let my lust get the best of meThe jello shots didn’t help eitherI can’t wait to get rid of himBut he looks like he’smade himself comfortableRemote gripped in his handF.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/334844/ Written for a contest prompt to: "Copper Kettles and Conversations". Since instructions supplied the subject, I chose the title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/334615/  “Civility” If America was a third world countryWe’d organize revoltWe’d storm the White House hallsGrab Georgie by the balls If we weren’t so damned politewe’d challenge bureaucrats to a fightInstead we pass the timeSquee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/334276/ Unrequited Love gone good :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/334225/ My son has just enlisted in the Marines and I'm having a great deal of difficulty with his decision. While I support my son's decisions, I don't support this war. And, of course, I am extremely concerned for my son. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/334107/  “Anger” I adore my angerI embrace itWords spill from my ruptured heart Droplets shape the expressions of my mindCoagulate with scorn and contempt for those I despiseEvery letter pummels the page Beatings endured by paper and penSo heali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/333723/  That’s it! We’re through!You’ve let me down for the last time!You promised so much, but delivered so little.I poured my heart out to you. I trusted you to cherish my words and keep them safe.But you tossed them out as though they never existed.Over and over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/333404/  “I Write For Myself” Never writejust to be read. Your words will sound empty,forced and hollow. Write from your heart.From your deepest, darkest places. For writing is cathartic,freeing and energizing. Bleed your words onto y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/333371/     Don’t ever writeJust to be read Your words will sound hollowWrite to express your deepest thoughts What rises to the surfaceWill be authentic, honest and genuine Sing of your hopes, dreams and disappointmentsBleed your word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/332894/  “Escapism” I’m floating on a cloudThe stars are whispering my name The Moon is smiling down on meAccepts me as I am I’m watching from aboveYou look so tiny down below Not so scary anymoreJust a speck upon the ground&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/332459/ Loosely based on Bob Dylan's "Positively 4th Street", which I positively adore! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/332168/ My response to "If You Need Inspiration..." group's forum prompt, "What musical lyrics influence me". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/332127/ A Wiccan Celebration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/331908/ My tribute to the three phases of the Goddess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/331541/ The lesson of The Wiccan Rede. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/330686/ My tribute to the Moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329999/ This is more of a letter than story so I wasn't too sure which Genre to choose, but, wow..this was harsh. I wrote it during when I was in a bad place! I'm over this jerk now, but I still like the anger! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329992/ She pulled downher underwear,encouraged by my stare. What I saw therecould not prepareme for the site I saw. A bouquet of flowerswith special powersgreeting me with joy. A fragrant spray,a sweet sachet,scent of forbidden love. My hesitationgave h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329505/ This is a submission in response to a call to all WritersCafe members to cancel memberships, but was "cleverly" disguised as a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329384/ Living with an abuser...my submission to "Domestic Violence" contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329326/  “Longing”You belonged to herI wanted youSo wonderful, magnificentI drew you in with longing looksAnd warm, wet lipsI made you beg for moreStill your ring was like a razor bladeI reached out for your hand But slashed my fingers ‘til I bledI held on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329172/ My submission for the "alot of nonsense" contest. I know it's grotesque and creepy, but, hey, that's the point, right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329130/ “Gossip”You talk and talk and talk. Just to hear yourself speak.No one else is listening.Your argument is weak.We all think you’re a joke.A fool with a big mouth.You’re a record that’s been broke.Your reputation has gone south.You turn the focus t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329094/    “Belladonna”If I had some belladonnaI’d put some in your soupNot a lot, only a littleJust to make you sickSick enough to need meAnd I would nurse you wellIf I gave you belladonnaI could climb out of this hell    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329087/ My poem submitted to Albert's Poetry Cafe's contest, "Tolvi's Ten Word Contest" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/329081/ If I had a magic eraser I‘d erase you from my head.No more thoughts of how I loved you.No more pain because you left.I’d erase until my brain was raw.Then brush away the residue.The residue that once was you.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/328641/  “WORDS”Words are potent and powerful.Often spoken without thought.Releasing our frustration, we're sometimes too quick to blurt them out.Drenched with sarcasm they can cut like a knife.So use your words wisely or keep them to yourself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/328609/ “I Wish I’d Never Asked You”I wish I’d never asked you.Now I know it’s true.Late nights at the office,should have been a clue.Does she make you happy?Is she prettier than I?I wish I’d never asked you.I wish you’d told a lie. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/328537/ she gave me lifechanged my diapersnow I change hers  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/327953/ Filthy streetchild nursing at her breastshe begs for food  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/327947/ I wakeI cryThe screams of angry voices frighten meIn a place that should be safeI am alone and cower In a place that should be filled with loveThere is hate and violenceThese people who should protect meExpose me to pain and punishmentBetrayed so young My innocence is gone&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/327611/ Anger boils withinDestroys things in its pathFesters ‘til it rotsSpoiling all things newCut the tumor outBefore it grows too largeAnd takes over the soul   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/326892/ The Fight of the American Farm Worker. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovesleftovers/326711/