http://slow.writerscafe.org/CallieWVU2 The original writings of author CallieWVU2 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081102 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An account of my childhood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374842/ A true account...sometimes you don't want the answers you get http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374841/  A wall was his canvas, his hand the brushWas covered in a deep shade of red,His face lived on shadows and a profound flush.When he finally started, the sentence had changed in his head.The red dried off of his hands and the palette was almost goneNoise along the streets thrilled hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374840/  There’s one person beside him, his right side,That ear doesn’t hear so good, And this person knows it, The white jagged scar on his throat twitches.They’re watching their buddies hunt,But really they can only hear the blast of soundComing off the rifle.Even in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374839/ Unfortunately a true and very accurate account of myself a few years back, and no, I was not drunk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374835/ Another poem I did in my years of college http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374831/ Semi-true accounts of me worrying over friends of the past... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374829/ Contest Submission http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374823/ In Poetry 101 we were told to write and narrate a poem in the voice of inanimate object, this is my finished product. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374804/ A poem about my toy-stuffed animal rabbit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374803/ It was one of those strangeBits of fate.I was standing; somewhat Slumped over the woodenRailing--for once I wasn'tUpset, or regretting somethingI'd done years ago,I was just breathingDoing what God had created us to do, live.I heard the footsteps firstAnd then a man's low calmU.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374800/  Alone in the HouseThe wind breaking against the windowAgainst the doorWhistling like an old loverWho has come back once more.  There is nothing quite like forgivenessWhen your betrayal has all but consumed youIn such a way, that you are addicted to hating your soul.Not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374798/ A fictitious conversation about the true account of my grandfather's car accident/drowning in 1953. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374796/ One brother attempting to teach his younger brother about what dead means http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374790/  The dark barks and I can almost hear it bite Below my ear.Sharp and scraping,I want to bite my lipTo taste what blood comes,And not the jump of fear.I want to close my eyesAnd see you and I In your dream,Where you ask of meCome here, Come hereAnd you turn to find me t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374788/ The true tale of my night in jail...I know tale means untrue, but hey it rhymes with jail... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374785/ I couldn't stand to watch them take herHoisting her up on high shouldersDragging her awayAs though no one in the worldHad ever loved her.She was mechanical silverOld but sleek,Runnning, just not well enough.A hiccup in her motor,Brakes skinned...bleeding,Nicks on her exterior lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374784/ Story about ex lovers, one of them facing death, the other holding their hand... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374783/  She wants to loveBecause she's had the rest.Her head hits the pillowAnd leaves it Just as quickly.She doesn't miss theIndentation left behind,Doesn't miss the manWhose leg hangs off the bed.She misses her Laughter, misses her cheeksHurting with long hard smiles.She lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374782/  It was him, the black hair,Black eyes, dark skin.I knew the way he liked hisCoffee in the morning,The way he brushed his teethAnd gargled mouthwash.He slept on the couch mostNights because I hated his snores,The way he wheezed through his nose.I knew the way he made love al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374781/ A poem about a dream I had http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374780/ I wanted desperately to take your waist in myHands, to feel the silk that was ironed there,I needed to know if I would feel the cold of thatFabric, or the warmth that fell off your body.Watching as you walked,Watching while you danced.The silk on your form,How it held even the air in s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374778/  The electric guitar swung back,Baying like a wolf at the moon.The stage a forest of speakers,Vines of wires covering theSticky wood floor.The audience, watching, staringIn awe of this band of natural Beasts, prowling only a few Feet away. They were the outside world,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374776/ About one of the typical "bad guys" girls can't keep away from no matter what http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374775/ Fear consumes my bellyLike a pit of coiling snakesWrithing scaly dancersThey stop my breath,Racing my heart,And stilling it.Sinking their fangsDeeper than my soul can goI want them out,Will them to die,But they only growLonger and multiply.They are strong and manyDrowning m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374773/  I feel his eyes on me as I make my wayThrough the crowd.His eyes primal green.I can feel his strength hit me in wavesEven though he's inches away…If I could only touch him.If I could only stay in his arms a little bitLonger and breathe him into me.I can feel the heat o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374772/ Another poem I got out of magnetic poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374770/ Poem I made from magnetic poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374769/ Bury me somewhereWhere the hands are gentleAnd my mind is allowed to break.Where the Sun doesn't hurt my eyesAnd I can stare for hours.Bury me somewhereWhere the fields are greenAnd the grass never dies,Where the stars live, dancing,And they mark the night.Bury me somewhereWher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374768/ Love lost... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374767/ A girl seeing her ex with his new gf for the first time... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374766/ Poem about a man with calico hair, anything else would give it away... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374765/ Wrote this on a blistering cold snowy day at work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CallieWVU2/374764/