http://slow.writerscafe.org/littlemisslollie The original writings of author Erin Michelle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024832 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yesterday, in the last day of September,we drove aimlesslyas if in search of nothingbut looking for everything.And somehow, we stumbledupon the sublime backroadthat made us realizethe only thing we knowabout life is eachother.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1424003/ I've woken up too many times like thisin this haze.It feels like alcohollike the buzz it leaves you with,god it leaves you therejust staringand wondering,what is this life?But, love, oh my loveyou are so addictinglike a poison I can not leave alone.What comes after this? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1424002/ When you build up A towerThinking it's on bricks,And it's not,And the sand sinks Right below you,The sky seems even more blue,You appreciate the hazy cloudsSo much more.You enjoy the sun's yellow rays,The wind's mysterious movements,The bird's chirping,The smell of a swamp As you driv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1283136/ The mind's ability to learn and retain,Yet blur and forget.Its power to influence Yet its weakness to fall beneath emotions.Its strength to manipulate,And its constant fear of being controlled.And it makes me afraid, afraid, afraid.Why do I see a rush of colorful imageryWhen inspirations,And yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1282710/ The building was quietexcept for the buzz of a neighbor's televisionand the cigarette smoke that lingeredand slipped under one apartment door,making its poisonous way under others.The girl rolled over, underneath cream sheetsand white, knit blanketsand rubbed her makeup infested eyes.Her messy hair .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1282537/ These are the days, the days when your fridge only holds some eggs and old rice, when you fall asleep on the couch and you can't remember why, when you wake up on a cold bitter Minnesota winter morning and the sun is shining through the big apartment window and you feel warm, when your head is buzzi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1282536/ I stood for so long in the shower today. The water was hot and burning my skin and making it red and splotchy. But I didn't think about it because I was too busy thinking about you. And when I got out, I noticed the mirror was full of steamy condensation, so I wrote your name on it, and continued wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1282535/ she woke up one morningfeeling eerie, feeling hauntedby the dreams that filledher sleep the night before.the sun poked through theivory curtains,the ones that had a coffee stain from an early morning.when she brushed awaythe creme sheets,she ruffled her hair,she stretched,her white tank barely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1282532/ the snow outside reflects a strong, bright light through the open blinds.you are still in your boxer shorts and tattered t-shirt.hair is like a nest for a rat, your eyes watery and blue.your face is puffy from sleep (you went to bed at 2 a.m you know).it's nearly after noon, but you just woke up.the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1126827/ A glass door coversWhat I call history.It's only pictures andWatches and baby shoes.But the eyes that look at me,Made of paper,Are ancestors, people I neverKnew, but somehowCame together to formFamilies that Made me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1123380/ for daddy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1123376/ he drove away, and it was the most beautiful thing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1123293/ you're the Tower of Babelyour words travelas fast as the Mississippislurps and slithersnews travels fast these days(thanks to you)you're hungry as a fat hippoand you eat everything you hearno wonder you're so bloatedand i wonder why people don't like younews travels fast these days(thanks to you) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1122182/ ludacris,your lies pour out of yourmouthlike Old Faithful.you can not stop your bad habits,even if they killed you.but they do not kill you,instead they kill meand i cry withdeepanddark wails in the night/for some reason you cannot hear them.your lies make me sosick and for some reason you cannot se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/littlemisslollie/1122091/