http://slow.writerscafe.org/Saidar The original writings of author Amanda Granger en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776037710 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Because you're not youWhen the world seems so unfamiliarYou're not youOn the dark days when you struggle just to smileYou're not youWhen you're alienated by the happinessof othersWhen so much hope vanishes as thoughit was a mythYou're not youWhen you look in the mirrorand feel your skin sinking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1431601/ The moments when nothing makes senseThe silence compounding silence that fadesAnd won’t be brokenMe liberaste, pero no sabíasQue me perderás un día.A crippling pain in my coreEverything looks distorted--Sores grow on my lips,Tears stir my eyesAnd stop my lungs--I’m e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1426181/ I will not go into this dark night without a fight.I will not let doubt’s dim haunts lure me as a refuge;It will not distort and twist me in its liar’s fright.I will not go into this dark night without a fight.Tooth and nail, I will rage for what is mine alone;The shadow will not fell me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1426179/ Ice inside my lungsI’m breathing in but nothing’s happeningMy chest is swollen, cracking, evaporatingAs it’s done so many times beforeThe possibility of chanceThe probability of fate�"Was this fatedBreath so abatedThat you took from meFor nothing more than to tell meTha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1313537/ Things fall apart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1310053/ Radical self-acceptancestarts and ends[within] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1306481/ One of my darker, more personal poems, that I feel is worth sharing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1304757/ Tirelessly I trace the linesOn your face in my mindAnd I awake again to findOnce more that you aren’tNearbyAnd I, I’m so tiredBut I can’t sleepWhile feeling inspiredTo weepOr feel,Think, createWhile my thoughts soar,Barreling, creasing, wide awakeAnd I think so much moreWhen there&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1304752/ Sometimes you just don't know how to read the one you care about most. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1293693/ Your skin the smoothest pageUntouched, except the linesThat flow across, in all directions,Covered in the sweetest sentiments.You tickle my tongue with gentle rhymesAlliteration alight all afternoonYour voice is the cadence marking timeYour touch the rush not fading soonYour eyes sweet imagery .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1264315/ Dedicated to my greatest inspiration. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1264313/ I feel the GlowOf Something being bornWithin my soulThe old walls built upOf Buts, what-ifs, and I-can’tsSlowly crumble, cracking at the edgesAnd the light crosses meAs it slowly seeps inI feel the GlowOf Something newYet ancient, old as timeA thought, a rhymeA purpose I can feel but cannot se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1263629/ Enemies everywhereImaginary and holographicInvented by the one enemy that matters,The enemy I could never predict.I’m not my past,The child lying in the dirt,Blood streaming like tearsBones cracking like twigs underfoot;Was he the enemy then or was it me?Humanity fightingThe enemy we can&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1263624/ What sort of world do we live in--When mother’s lose their limbs to systems that crush them;When rape is sneered at and rapists uplifted because"Poor boy, his future was so bright, he didn't know betterNow his life is over, his future ruined,” with nary a questionWhat o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1261915/ A poem about anxiety and adjustment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1228486/ Everyday a warzoneWithin my ownFleshWhether hated or appreciated,My organs just won’t Mesh.Woeful this pain thatKeeps me up atNightHas become my plightHas become myLife.Denigrated debilitated crisisCentered in myHipsThat yearns to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1222742/ I’m not your sexyI’m not your babyI’m just some girl walking homeI didn’t come out to get called outor honked at.Your jeers don’t give mebutterflies; they give menausea and your hisses make mewant to shrink, to see you under a treestruck by lightning 6 feet underal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1177479/ I want to collect your "nothings"and turn them into my everythingI want to fill these walls with youyour scent, your essence, your youto make up for your absenceI want to taste the sky before I dieand swim to the bottom of the deepest lakethen come up to the sound of screaming: she's aliveand receiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1176017/ A traditional rhyme scheme for a good ole fashion love poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1152812/ Emotionally bankruptand I’m all out of words to selland stories to tell about the debtI’m in; the debt I’ve been in--the way I feel like I owe somethingmore than I can give to a worldthat’s obsessed with dollar signsand me--I’m--emotionally bankrupt,fiscally deteriorati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1127061/ Since Valentine's day was yesterday....another love poem, dedicated to someone special. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1126636/ Unfortunate epiphanies from beyond American history. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1122567/ to love and to be: we should all be free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1118523/ Wake up feeling wasted   Head stuffed with cottonOn the wrong side Of the bed,Completely lost, emotionally deadAnd all the world seems on its headEye http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1118239/ Love like springtime. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1117922/ A short work of nonsense from when I was a senior in high school... Oh boy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1116052/ A cathedral stands in the square,A shining sepulcher placed onA hill in the eyes of the miceThat fill and inhabit it,Scurrying, screeching as they do,While tearing away at the fleshOf saints, fresh and aged alike.The rank, ubiquitous stench of hypocrisyWafts from that dim-lit hallWhere sparrows and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1116049/ University Youth Rallies go awry once Bias rears its ugly head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1115709/ Eloquence never seemed so elegantAs the words he said, so benevolentAnd effortless and sweet, to the pointI lost my tongue from tasting it- The words on my lips made themCrease and pucker and possibly fall offFor being at a loss; the beauty of hisMakes my words seem weak,Weak as my knees-I swim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1115209/ Some say names possess a power,the mystifying quantity and capacityof communication and qualification--the identity the selfthe essencethat cannot be setin stone because its essence is fluidityand it is changing and inconstant and--but the name the right namenickname first nameproper title it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1114096/ Inspired by Game of Thrones, of all things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1112538/ Playing with double entendre--in Spanish. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1111869/ An older poem of mine about transience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1111346/ Another case where an image pops into my head, in this case pertaining to dealing with the ghosts of one's past, so I just went with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1111330/ It takes two whole beings to make a complete relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1110740/ Written during Hurricane Isaac when I was literally in the dark without electricity for 3 days. Yay, cell phones and lovely inspiration late at night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1110159/ Not actually a poem, just a little image that popped into my head. I'm not sure what to do with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1109487/ Decided to post some of my other work; this is the beginning of what will be a scifi novel I've been working on at a glacial pace for a while now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1108661/ Vaguely political, extremely metaphorical. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1107665/ A look can say a thousand words,      and your eyes are always talking so much. A kiss can spell a lifetime,       and oh how I long for our lips to meet, to touch. Introductions won’t be awkward, not at all,        and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1106302/ Being in a long distance relationship really causes you to reflect and appreciate the little things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1105325/ Inspired by a special person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1105298/ A poem about the transition from summer to fall (my second favorite season after winter). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1105028/ About something I feel most writers have probably went through. Feeling thwarted, trying to write past writer's block is the worst. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1105025/ Inspired by someone special and my love for astronomical imagery and symbolism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1105017/ An insomnia induced poem I wrote just after Excision. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1105014/ Somewhat related to Concision, naturally. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1105011/ A rare, concise work of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1105008/ My life is filled with insomnia, and sometimes I write fake odes to it, too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1105005/ Sapiosexual- A behavior of becoming attracted to or aroused by intelligence and its use. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saidar/1104996/