http://slow.writerscafe.org/lizogon29 The original writings of author Lizzie Mitchell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996232 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The echoes haunt meThrough my dreamsI am too fullRipping at the seamsSlice me openAnd drain me outHe lives for loveI live withoutHe seeks the thrillI'm cool to the touchMy skin crawls with chillsHe loves too muchWe are two islandsFloating in the darkWe float too closeAnd each leave our markTime nurs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/2072111/ If you tell me that I'm safe, then I'm safeIf you say that I won't fall, then I won't fallI have everything I have through your graceI am righteous and redeemedSo I can look boldly in your faceAnd in your face I seeEverything I needI see your loveI see why you set me freeI see your strengthI see my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/2072103/ Life is full of paradoxesLike how so many peoplegive excellent adviceand can't figure out their livesWords can be lifelessWhen actions are so loudLies can be stunningly beautifulwhen the truth is disgusting and hideousI burn bridges faster than i build them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1860173/ empty vessels of liquidlong gone through my systemput me to sleepcomfort me as i dreamfill me with disease http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1860151/ i walk a fine linein this paradoxial lifeSeems like you've got my mind goin crazyWhy are all my thoughts so hazy?Slippin into this elixirSuddenly life is clearerYouYouYouYou're all I needYouYouYouYou're all I see nowYouuuuYouuuouYouAs if there aren't enough love songs in the worldAs if this message .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1860148/ We met at a partyStartin actin naughtyTalked about our exes And the pain they had left usOur relationship is open2015 better get with the programFeelings muted by the liquorMuted by the prideShe tries to disguiseWhat's missing from her eyesSo afraid of secretsThat they settle for open painSo af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1860144/ i called you friendi hope when you need a shoulder to cry onethere will be onewhen you need a commrade to back youthere will be onewhen you need some moneyyou'll find someand when you just wanna kick it with someoneyou canbut when you need someone to understandwhen no one else doesyou're going to mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1860143/ Do you ever think about what would happen if you died?I doI think about it a lotI have no friends to saddenMy parents would be angry at meThe child in me forever yearns to make them proudAnd even in death I would not escape The feeling that I let them downI could continue living with that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1691964/ Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?I don't have a heartAnd I'm drug free sowhen I need a fixI get high off your dickDodging feelings like a professionalWeaving in and out of pet namesMissing I miss you'sCrawling beneath barbed wire l's and v'ssidestepping catapulted o's and e'sWhat's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1632291/ It's strange seeing your picture nowI've seen you in personYou're so aliveSo far from inanimateSo much is missingSo much movementthe reverberations of your vocal chords creating my favorite tune.. your voiceThis square of pixals has a cold dead starethat can't compare to the movement of your eyesI l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1632261/ I often don't give myself enough creditWhere credit is dueThere are so many things I've accomplishedIf only I knewAnd I seem to remember all the terrible timesI tried to do something and failedBut forget all of the wonderful times I conquered and prevailedAlthough for me to have gottenWhere I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1632241/ My soul is littlecrumpled pieces of paperin pants pocketsWhen a new lightbulb enters a socketthe empty canvas I litter with ambiguityfulfills its calling and conforms to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1592374/ Learned I was adoptedI wasn't surprisedI'm still waiting to discover What planet I'm fromAnd how I got hereWith all of these aliensAnd when I'm going homeET wants to phone home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1592370/ Such an obvious desireWith ambiguous meaningWho is freeIn a world governed by lawsWhen we can analyze the reason for everythingIt quickly becomes nothingBut a series of interconnected eventsInevitable cause and effect http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1529268/ debriefing from life in the shower http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1524943/ Existence~LMThe air seemed shattered around usLike our worlds collided and brokeAnd only then did we realize how fragile our existenceWhen we witnessed the chasm of its absenceThe absence sucked the air into a vacuumCompressing our bonesSqueezing us like a viceHoles in our bellies matched the holes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1518921/ blackout of the original http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1510217/ Blackout of the original http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1510207/ It was as though he had awakened from hibernationAs spring forced itself out of the groundSo did his soul seem to burst from its vesselOn a face where apathy once took holdA smile began to unfoldA fluidity of uninhibited movementIgnited by freedomCoursed through each extremityAnd every footfall exud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1507506/ Where does your mind wanderWhen you could be anywhere but hereWhen you realize you take for granted the sun, trees, and breezesInformation waterfalls through the air like a matrixPieces fly haphazardly here and thereCaught by half-interested earsA droning voice debriefing stories of her professionSl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1507495/ I love the duality of our humanity.We are constantly searching for answers because we are just ever so smart.But our knowledge of this infinite universe is still perpetually shallow.Humans make such insignificant stridesLike walking on the moon will bring you closer to GodOne giant leap toward the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1507098/ Trying out blackout poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1499205/ There are those who walk the earthand those lying beneath itThere are those in betweenYou'll find them above the groundBut not walkingOften, not talkingFeeling constant pain or the ache of not feeling at allTrapped inside a bodyIt's so affecting how quicklysomething becomes nothingThe way impul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1495359/ Why does it matterWhat I listen to?How much gospel I listen toHow much rap I listen toHow much music that apparently makes me black I listen to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1494804/ This is not a period piece (pun intended). Some inspiration from The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1494802/ You bathe daily in ignorancewith eyes that don't see past the radius of black facescan't see the macrocosm surrounding your minute existencelooking at you as a spec of dirt staining an otherwise flawless alabaster societyWhen you look at my skinlike them, you see something alienand it scares youIf o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1490785/ This is for those of us whofind every reason to laughwhose solution to every problemis to get drunk and dancefor those of uswho know we can't change the worldbut find ways to make it more bareable http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1453907/ Could you be loved?So much weight these words bearSuch hope and unsuretyWhat does it take to be lovedTo be neededTo be worthy of the attention of anotherTo puzzle piece your life into anotherTo leave a void in your absenceBut could you be love and be loved?You could be feared, en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1453906/ i don't have people who genuinely like me for memy peers have their reasonsi make them laughi answer their questionsi've moved around a lot so i don't have childhood friendsi don't have friends or siblings but i have a cousinbeing an only child,she likes me because she always wanted a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1453887/ Sometimes I wonder If I'm really a writerI'm not creativeI don't make up whole worlds and invite others inMake them travel to tomorrowOr offer relief for their sorrowI can never find the right words at the right timesI look at things I've written and all I see are my thoughtsSpewed acros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1451700/ how is it I can be so filled with indignant rageyet as soon as I leave so do those feelingsas though the water were riddled with sedatives that carressed my body and gently seeped into my pores forcing me to emerge calm, peaceful, and non-threateningbecause I swear I was a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1451696/ There's no point in a rule                                             &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1451689/ I never wanted to grow upIt always sounded a little too toughA kaleidoscope of conflicting conceptsPleasing your parentsAnd leaving them behindTrying to be yourselfAnd find yourself at the same timeHaving more self-confidenceBy being less self-consciousAchieved byLooking a littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1436871/ Sticks & StonesAnd I know sticks and stonesCan break your bonesBut words can break your spiritWords with their meanings And their interpretations Can be wielded like weaponsAnd if there's one thing that every poet knowsIt's that you must choose them wiselyYou can't bring a kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1427137/ When did our culture becomeself-medication, numbing all sensationsoul starving deprivationmoney motivationencouragement of a disbanded nationdrugs for recreationlack of determinationeverybody hatin'bodies disintegrateddependency makin'out of character behaviorjust waitin' for a saviornot knowing how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1417041/ Let me tell you about who I used to beI used to think humans were flawed and beautifulI thought that growing up was something no one really did but we told ourselves we had as we look back on how much we've learnedI used to think honesty was freeingand the only notion worth fleeingw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1416017/ It seems I am constantly bombarded with strokes of genius cascading from my brain and rippling outward into every corner of my body, waiting for an outlet.But, on those rare occasions that my consciousness puts forth an effort to create something out of a blank canvass I am plagued by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1416012/ I tried http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1351552/ UNFINISHED http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1351546/ Beauty is a lieAesthetically pleasingMasking ugly truth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1119941/ When I told a stranger online that I love poetry he asked if I could write something off the top of my head. I wasn't sure, so I tried. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1117799/ A glimpse of my 14 year old self. I wish I could remember what inspired this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1113917/ There are times when the silence becomes painfulIt slithers up around youconstricting youblinding you with pain and sheer terrorHungrily it squeezes out your last breathThensuddenly as it cameIt is goneIt leaves you gasping for breathThe panic is gone from your eyesThe pain disappearsYou feel small,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1113915/ I never feel satisfied with my writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1113913/ I ran in the woods, came home, and wrote about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1113910/ So maybe my design is not aesthetically pleasing to you. My God did not create me to give your eyes an orgasm. Perhaps society put that hunger in your eyes. Maybe society is what gave eyes the power to lust. Are we conspiring against ourselves? Do we want to forget.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1113904/ Leaves danceColorful swirls carried by the windOhhhh! sings the windSwish! leaves whisperTap, tap, tap goes rain on the windowThunder roarsLightning winks. . .Did God just take our picture?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1113895/ She made his name a jokeShe laughed in his faceShe made him cryShe disentigrated his self-esteemand blew it away like dust on the windI defended himI chose him over herI chose embarrassmentover being acceptedI stayed loyal to himand hebetrayed meHe chose her over meAfter what she'd done to himAfter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1113893/ I don't write a lot of Haiku, but this was meant to be a short, sweet explanation of why I love poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1112828/ We all have timesWhen we're unsureAnd fearing self-doubtBut I think it has finally gotten to me'Cause I've forgotten what life is about Where's the icy clarityI used to grasp?I guess I couldn't make it last http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizogon29/1112823/