http://slow.writerscafe.org/laurenthesock The original writings of author Cherry Chapstick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004905 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You pour eleven ounces in an eight ounce cupSo you can douse the world of its flame.You think you have control,Act like you're all grown upBut instead you're story's the same.I mop up the mess you makeSo you can leave me beAvoid the look, the painI've never been used to this It's so new--am I t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/602366/ The stormy feeling that remains after a storm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/546959/ I can say itOne thousand timesI can see itRight through your eyesI can whisper itAnd still it's heardI cannot let it goOh my wings Are white as snow. You make me laugh andI know I can Freely laugh with youCos you understandI can tell you whatI want to sayI don't have to waitAnother da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/544062/ Lyrics. Ditto. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/540902/ I was sad. I was sick of relying on myself to get out of hard situations and miserable life. So I wanted to get back to God. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/540898/ The poem sings for itself. I sing for others. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/536097/  Merry go roundSpinning spinning Thoughts in my headSwirling, swirling Love in my heartChurning, churning Smile on my faceCurling, curling  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/497962/  Of the fallI like best of all,The way you lookDrinking cider. Of the winterNothing can splinterMy image of you In the snow. Of the springAnd the things it bringsI love how you Flower and grow. Of the summer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/496293/ This is written for my 17 year old sister, or "Erin was Here" on this website. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/496287/ To the flowers of the forestAnd the fishes in the sea:Do you know the way In which your beauty reaches me? To the grasses of the fieldsAnd to the pebbles of the streams:Your music and your laughter Are why my mind is free. To the valleys below the mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/496227/ There is coldWhere there is wet There is heat Where there is sweat There is pain Where there is debt And there is YouWhere there’s sunset.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/495815/ Asking WhyA Poem.   Why wear makeup on the eyeWhen it stains my sheets when I cry? Why count sheep ‘fore a long winter’s sleepWhen time now too quickly slips by? Why should I ignore the inward cryAsking, Why, tell mewhy,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/495286/ a man sees his unhealthy goals through his choices and their consequences. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/464964/  if you were …Youa poem   you are a beautiful blue birdsinging me a love song—if you were a large black crowyou’d still sing a beautiful melody you sparkle in the light of dawnyou shimmer in the evening light—if you were a pie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/464959/ There is quietIn a forestThat floats with mist and dewAnd twines around the evergreensAnd reaches me and you. There is rest in a forestThat settles in the mornAnd gives regenerationThat wipes away forlorn. There are thoughtsIn a forestLike you’ve never had b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/464958/ this is a kinda lame poem I wrote after the Taylor Swift concert I went to in October 2009. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/462069/   Chapter Four: They were all in the boat sailing past the port when the trouble began. The boat had sprung a leak in the hold. Clennle and her animals were quite scared, until Clennle realized that she had not forgotten to bring her collection of corks of all various shapes and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/460774/  Chapter Three             As the days slurred into weeks, the weeks flew away into months, and soon, one day in March, there was a day in which the thermometer read 68 degrees. That was it. Any temperature past 60 degrees was haza.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/460773/  Chapter Two “Clip-clop, clip-clop” Clennle heard Onrico pacing in his room above while she fixed lunch the next day. Clennle had made a magnificent room for Onrico on the second story of the house many years ago. It was very large, with a painted green concrete floor, pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/460772/ this is a poem based on setting. (time, place) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/460516/ if you were You a poem   you are a beautiful blue birdsinging me a love song—if you were a large black crowyou’d still sing a beautiful melody you sparkle in the light of dawnyou shimmer in the evening light—if you were a piece of broke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/459483/  Chapter 1: Once in the deep blue city of Snap, a young businesswoman was walking her rabbit Lexington. You see, it was quite hard to own a rabbit in such a large city, but when Clennle was small, her mum had taught her how to deal with any circumstance in the world.  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/457901/ This is a story of a young woman with a unique problem that she must conquer with the help of her special pets and a her love for them. But life doesn't pass without adventures, and this story is full of them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/457896/ this is from the point of view of someone who didn't have a positive family/childhood life (no kidding) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/454866/ This is also a detailed character sketch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/452768/ This is a poem based on reader appeal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/452757/ I'm having a TON of health problems and I wrote this when I was really scared and sad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/416328/ Again, lyrics to a song I wrote. The chorus is actually my other poem, How Can You Do This To Me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/414602/ These are the lyrics to a song I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/413375/ I was just really mad at things in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/413366/ This is a "How To" poem. It is meant to instruct the reader on how to do something. It can be either imaginitive or literal. "How to Make a Car," or "How to be a Gerbil" are two examples (and I didn't make up "How to be a Gerbil", that was an example in m http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/338250/ I also wrote this story when I was 10...It's also published on Writers' Window. I had to pick Short Story Collections on here as a genre, even though it's actually just a short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/335046/ This is a Haiku. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/335044/ This is a poem I wrote when I was 10. It is published on a different website called Writers Window. I just thought I might as well post it on here too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/335040/ This is a poem that describes vowels as colors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/335037/ This is the last of my collection of "Just to Say" poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/335034/ A "just to say" type of poem is written as an apology for something you're glad to have done (or are doing.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/335030/ This is an ode poem...not meant to be taken seriously...it's written in a sort of comical way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/335027/ This poem is an opposite poem. There really isn't anymore to say... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laurenthesock/335026/