http://slow.writerscafe.org/im_not_supergirl The original writings of author Erin Was Here. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109881 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I laughwhen you say that the world is depressing;With broken dreams and flat tires,Shattered hearts and limp flags. I laugh,because I knowThe world can't be all that bad. The world has you.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/445694/ c'est la vie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/444098/ It's all so black and white... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/366050/ Urg. This is probably going to dissappear from this site pretty sooon.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/345561/ Ah, metaphors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/344417/ A short story using only monosyllabic words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/340973/ Are you that naive? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/340508/ The tragic side of a ship in a bottle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/337338/ A young girl deals with the death of a loved one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/337331/ I learn to grow as a writer through "travel journaling." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335175/ Your smile;It spreads across your faceCreeping like sunshineTouches the corners of your eyesAnd makes them shineYour hair;It dances when you move your headWhispers secrets into my earWhenever I put my face Next to yoursYour feet; They tap a wild melody;Beating out the tem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335167/ I approach the columns:Limestone, With ivy embracing.They beckon me into the woodsWith a silent voiceThe trout lilies shine yellowHidden byCorpsesOf leaves;Dry and brownA cardinal—HiddenAnnounces his presenceHis song rings Through the cloudless skyThe cool sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335047/ Limestone columnsIvy embracingTrout lilies yellow.Bodies of dead, Dry leaves in fall.CardinalCloudless sky,Cool sun.Lincoln log step in the fallen logLeaves look like dragon’s wings;Curled.Trail like a finger in the sand.A swelled creek, Ripp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335045/ Inspiration. It waits, Hidden from thoughtSitting alone in the dark Of my mind Like a recluse; Fearing for its life. It lays out of reach—The fingers of my thoughts Brush it, But cannot grasp it.Inspiration veiled;Ghostly, it slips And TremblesAnd Surrenders&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335043/ The smell of cream of mushroom soup fills my nostrils as I step into the kitchen of the Presbyterian church. Plastic trays clatter as a worker takes them out of the dishwasher, and I quickly take my place behind the food counter so that I can serve a hot meal to some of the people who don’t ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335025/ Icy cold My tongue touches The sticky sweetMinty coolRed streaked candy caneThe flavor dances on my tonguePrickles like snowflakes;And then vanishes. My lips;Sticky Enraptured with the Love of winter mint Sweep your faceLeaving a crispRed Brushstroke on your chee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335023/ Silken petals;A rainbowStrewn across WhiteSoft ground.Forsaken in the road Unwanted,Yet vibrantly glowing Ice spears Fall from the skyDrifting           MeanderingWafting And  Mingling with The shattered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335021/ The emptiness leftWeaves a melancholy songInto my soul’s bare threads,Lacing in and out of meA spiders web, Carrying the burden of gloom Death grimly smiledOn your smiling faceHe stole you away So slowlyFading with each heartbeat,Drumming Snatching away your smil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335020/ Dust on the bureau;A sigh, blown forthRevealing age’s disguise, Making time visibleThe particles like the breathOf an old man;Still  Dust on the bureau; Shards of another life Scattered, And spreadHopes that were, With time’s long breaths, Turned to powde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/335018/ A girl witnesses the happiness of a dancer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/334875/ A girl risks her life to obtain a small selfish desire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/334865/ A teenage girl has to deal with a breakup--through text message. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/im_not_supergirl/334854/