http://slow.writerscafe.org/hello_mynameis06 The original writings of author E.j.aka.Hannah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028605 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ponderings of the taboo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/1001319/ Yesterday I was young,Yesterday I was free,Yesterday I smiled upon the death Sweeping around me,Yesterday I was a child,Yesterday was years ago.Yesterday I was bird,Yesterday I was a tree,Yesterday I was the kiss of a tease,Yesterday I was alone,Yesterday I was naive.But yesterday is gone,And today .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/844380/ I wish I was a holy man So I could know the truthI wish I was a silent manSo I could hear you say you love meAll alone in a big dark room, Are you here?Or am I all alone in the world,Lonely and quiet am I.My love, my foreverLonely I would be forever For you.My darling, my smile,Quiet I would be fore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/844377/ The heartless man says there is no good...The broken man says there is no love...The lonely man says there is a God...The rich man says there are no poor...The happy man says sadness is choice...The poor man says the world must rejoice...The holy man says there is no God...The wise man says nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/788962/ I had lost my entire family in the Drug Wars.My father was arrested when he was found with Tylenol in his medicine cabinet; my mother was shot on the suspicion that she would assault the arresting officer; my six year old sister was beaten to death by three officers for the crime of grabbing her fat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/694315/ Loving you is:- a nap in the grass at the beginning of spring, the sun shining on my face, warming my entire body, from hair to toenail.- a swim in the ocean in the dead of night; scary, unknown, mysterious, and beautiful at once.- a drive in a classic car with the radio all the way up, with your ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/684274/ Ms. Melaney had a routine. Each morning she would rise from her bed at 7:00 sharp, slip her worn and callused feet into a pair of blue velvet slippers and walk down the narrow hallway of her London flat to her quaint kitchen. In her kitchen, she always prepared the same breakfast; oatmeal. The oats .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/669041/ The silver mirror reflecting Abigael's image was tarnished and scratched. The intricate ivy leaves etched into it's silver surface were dulled by times rough hands, and it's former beauty was lost almost completely. Abigael could relate all too well. There were photos hanging on the peeling wallpape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/660773/ James Millard was a good man. He had never done anything to harm anyone in all the 23 years of his life. In fact, he was too good natured to even swat at a pesky fly making it's home on his breakfast. When James found himself at heaven's pearly gates, he wasn't the least bit surprised. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/646025/ I don't know who you are, I don't know what you're like, I just know that somewhere inside,You're heart is taking flight, Oh for every boy and girl,An angel is hiding somewhere in the world,Waiting for the day where you trip and fall,To pick you up and sit you against some wall,So pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/633882/ I'm mad.  Not angry "mad",But crazy,Deliciously,Insanity "mad".  Madder than a hatter before the toast and tea,Madder than the wind and the voices on the sea,Madder than can be depicted in pictures and tales,Madder than the sailors clinging to their sails.  I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/609636/ When the hot, sticky Florida heat gives way to pleasantly cool autumn breezes, the tone of everything changes. People seem to take on a more pleasant demeanor, the drinks at Starbucks take a turn from refeshing and fruity to spiced and warm, and everything has a golden hue. The world seems less rush.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/602596/ Love will fade in the morning light, It will shrink away with the ocean tide,God is jealous of the lovers quarrel,With conflict comes resolution, With pain comes inevitability,Is there anything God can't see?He's jealous of embrace, the kiss, the touch,What can God be envious of?The two soul mates i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/595765/ There's no more stars left in the sky,There's no more truth to this old lie,How can I tell him that for all the s**t I've taken,This time, baby, I promise I'm not fakin'. How can I lay all my cards on this table, When in the end all truths are fables?I can trust in those deep brown eyes, With him by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/589558/ When a priestenters the door of any establishment, you know all bets are off. Even in acoffee shop, the sight of a black shirt with that dreaded white square in themiddle causes everyone to stop mid-drink and take a moment to ponder their mostrecent sin…especially if that pers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/589350/ Is it kinda terrible,That I've made my emotions a bit flammable,Light and match and there you have it,Has my empty seat given her a place to sit? The man in the street with the bloody suit,His smile, it's so absolute.The whiles so tempting, he seems so sweet,You're nothing to him but anothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/572254/ I got you figured out.I saw you yesterday.I lusted after your face.I wanted your eyes to follow me.But they didn't.No they didn't. I want to be a fly in your jar.I want to be that girl on your arm.But no, I'm not that pretty.No, I'm not that petty,No. Warming your touch on my skin,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/572252/ I got a feeling,I can't quite explain the meaning,She's a devil, she's a dancer,She's anything, baby, but the answer, oh. I got a feeling in my bones,Joey's been piling his ashes on his old stones,The lady in the field turns the soil,But her body grows so old from her toil, oh. But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/572251/ Todaywas the first day I saw him.                He entered the door with asubtle boldness (I love a good oxymoron). I didn’t notice him at first; infact, I didn’t notice him until he was on his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/564275/ I have come upon the decision that Starbucks isthe place that all the freaks in Panama City come to in order to escape theunbearable humid heat. From a rolly-polley lady with a huge, floppy, blackstraw hat with an annoyingly cheerful white flower on the edge, to an artistwith hair th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/564274/ People watching; it’s a common past-time for the nosy, the curious, thebored, and the lonely. In other words, it’s one of my favorite things to do,for I  am all of the above. Have you ever heard the term, “curiosity killed thecat”?  Well whoever quoted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/564273/ A novel about love, people, and the ultimate delights found in reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/564269/ A Strat guitar, a cup of liquid sky, Three best friends and one swell guy,He's tough like nails and his smile parts the seas,He's the man of my heart, means so much to me, Oh.As he sings along to the words of my song,I hear his joy in the as he strums along,I feel myself getting higher and higher, R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/562517/ Well, she steps up in the morning,And she steps back down at night,And she never turns head to look back home,One foot on the trail at all times,She's a w***e and yet she knows it,But she's caring and she's awful kind, herfather keeps her in his bind. She's a perfect trophy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/557869/ This is story, a song, a tale of three dear friends,Dear friends of mine,Who took my weeds,And turned them into vines,So listen close and listen well,I'll be ringing the loudest little bell. Betty was a fighter,An Irish lass with a heart of stone,Her hair was blonde and her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/547349/ I am normal.  Or what weird people call normal. Normal people call me: strange, odd, perplexing, and the all time favorite; interesting. The truth is, there is nothing normal about me. I'm not your typical sixteen year old who's only stress was if the money her daddy gave her that day would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/545248/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/545242/ Theres nothing left to do tonight,We've sucked all the life from these glass bottles,And in the light of a northern moon,You'll be trying to suck my heart right from my chest,But baby, try, try your very best.Theres nothing left to take lying under my breast.I'm a free spirit, I'm a rebel in the wak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/539593/ Kinda a bitter memoir to my father. Songs depict what we have hidden deep in our hearts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/535504/ Ive got shoes on my feet and a single cigarrette,Now is the time to be alive.Freedom and peace are what the classic sing,I just want to lose myself in Sinatra's swing. He had tanned skin and a devil's grin,His angel wings were covered by cycle leather,But I could see right though .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/531821/ The click of the keys under my fingers annoyed me. Everything annoyed me now-a-days. The world was a huge place full of irritants, about 90% of which seemed to find me. I was living my dream, a professor of Greek history in a famous college, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/526207/ I took a walk today,Maybe I thought about you,Or maybe I thought about our future,Or maybe I remembered our past,Maybe I forgot about his death,And how the die was cast. The roses are dying slowly and continuously,So maybe we should stop and pay heed,We should dry our eyes and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/524036/ Oh sweetheart Ive never been one for standing still,Ive got time and demons I gotta kill,So pick up the pace and tag along,We may make the Cali line before dawn. We were a bunch of criminals before God set us free,These shoes on my feet and this car with this key,Their our tickets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/523455/ As soon as the lights turned down to green, I heard the girls of the crowd go scream,I knew the band would appear in their glory,With every step I heard their story.The man appeared in black and blue,His hair as black as a stormy day,His eyes as green as the trees on the cay,The demons danced in his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/519697/ Time is slowly ticking away,And Im left once more with nothing to say,Im a young Taylor with a tone,Stomping this heart till it turns to stone.Baby I dont have time for this tonight. When Im only seventeen,I couldnt belive all Ive seen,With the death of a dear friendAnd the te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/514370/ When I was a lil girl,My momma spoke softly to me,She said, 'my darlin baby,Run away from your papa's key.""Dont let him do to you,What he's doin to me." So when he ran I went to,I ran far ways away from his Jesus blues,I met the devil in Salt Lake City,He gave me the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/512978/ He had blue eyes and long hair,a dozen tattoos graced him everywhere,He lit a cigarrette between dry lips,and he drove away into the light without a care.You and that old Pontiac,You drove that crazy thing like a maniac,And you wished on the movie stars You listened faithfully to the classicsAnd my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/511598/ I come from rural mountains and crisp Scottish air,I come from the brunette lasses who wander without a care.I come from haggis, whiskey, and ale,I come from the big man with an even bigger tale. I come from the religious and the coward,I come from the man taking two steps backward,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/508616/ Honey, honey, tell me true.Ive always wanted to sing to you,Dusty rains comin down,Dropping loudly without a sound. Proud lil Lizbeth,Her parents are so harsh,But as long as she keeps her mind hollow,Rock n roll is sure to follow. Worship the moon,and dont forget the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/507333/ Grace.  Perfection.  Love.  Life isnt a mystery.  Death is the ultimate escape. Deep...black...ultimate sleep. Death is innocence in the purest form. The fates roll the die.    Lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/507187/ I left with a call, not so long ago,Thinking this was goodbye,I thought youde never know,I thought Ide forget,Within a month or two,But the honest truth is,my mind is haunted by you. Your smile is my favorite thing,Your voice is an anthem to which I sing,Your eyes were deep,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/507174/ Shes the daughter of a jazzer,Shes the product of a religion,A shot in the dark, A fiery pistol,Shes got a love for the blues,She got a passion for the strings,Shes got restless feet, and a gypsies heart,Her bloods a'boilin, she wants to escape,Oh baby, freedoms a'callin,Shes a vinyl senorita. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/506678/ The roar of the engine, the wind in my face,Im doin 90 down the 77 interstate, My worlds a blur and my hearts a'thumpin,Your the Beatles in my speakers,And my whole life is spinnin. The smile is wide but the drums are a'poundin,I cant wait to see ya and laugh like we used to,And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/506277/ A random tale I came up with in American History class... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/506270/ Destiny is a delusion,Faith is a illusion,Lust is a perfection,Death is a religion,And life is a collision.Return to me.Return to my peace.Return to my sea.Tranquility. Inner life.The feelings all for me. Buddha, Allah, kings of the book.The world would be at a still,if we all shared the same look. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/497640/ In the dismal smoke of the day,Your not a man with much to say,Except you love me,Your not easily undressed,Your the fault in the wood,makes the piece all the more distressed. Your so convincing,The heat of the passion is dismissing,Your so promising,Its a battle Im use.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/496438/ Take me back to that place,Where the air was dry,Take me back to the belief,Take me back to the child in the field,So ignorant of her grief,Take me back, Take me back to faith.  Take me back to innocence,Take me back to clarity,Take me back to sincerity,Take me back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/494652/ Brown curls and eyes of green,Your Italian heart bursting at the seams,Just out of high school,Only eighteen.Careless and bold you were,Foolish and fun forever you will be,Forever and always,Still only eighteen.Sleeping and calm as a man should be,As the fireworks soared in the new years breeze,Your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/494494/ I am the axel in your wheelIm the gas in your carIm the roar in your motorBut I am the killer, the deciever, the hopeful Times are hard and the roads are longCome down them with meWe'll understand all alongWhats the meaning of this lifeWhats the story to be toldAnd how to lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/493593/ A knife to the heart,A gun to the head,A needle in my arm,Drink up my friends.The girl is a jury,The boy is a spy,The night is a witness,To where the sun diesGive moon a fighting chance,To spread the wings,and join in our dance,Hippies names are our romance.The high is pretty,So is the cry,Flying fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hello_mynameis06/490579/