http://slow.writerscafe.org/MaxineItsov The original writings of author Maxine Itsov en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776261636 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Momma, momma I’m in love with a man.I love him with everything I have,And for what, he’s just a man? Momma, momma I’m in love with a thief.He stole my heart,I love him beyond belief.  Momma, momma I’m in love with a murderer.H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1131966/ Another cigarette lit,Smoke rolls off my lips.I asked God why did he make me such a sinner,Why my soul is colder than a northern winter. Another shot of bourbon,I think I might have an addiction.Not just to the whiskey or nicotine,But to this pain that tries to k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1130024/ Another cigarette lit,Smoke rolls off my lips.I asked God why he made me such a sinner,Why is my soul colder than a northern winter. Another shot of bourbon,I think I might have an addiction.Not just to the whiskey or the nicotine,But to this pain that tries .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1128885/ When a man has a busy career he's providing for his family.When a woman has a busy career she's neglecting her family.Some men crave a woman with smarts and power,Once they get married everyone thinks she must become a "domesticated housewife."Where cleaning and cooking and juggling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126933/ District of Columbia;The Representation of America.The government ignores what is going on in their own backyard.Where gunfire isn't even thought twice about.Another crime witnessed.Don't tell the cops nothing else you'll be the next victim of D.C. violence.Politicians and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126929/ Momma, I ended up just like you.With a man that acts like he doesn't care.He leaves almost every night and you don't know where.We refuse to call it abuse; we just come up with excuse after excuse.I cry in fear because I don't want to disappoint him;I don't want to lose him.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126926/ As this pain grows stronger;My will becomes weaker.I grab the cold gun;I make sure the barrel is against my head snug.I count to three.One, two, three; I'm at peace.God places his hand on my shoulder; I look into his eyes.He says, "Don't believe the church and all their l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126924/ I was pulled from my roots;New world, new life.Uneasy, unsure.Head spinning, emotions twisting.I know my English is broken, I know my accent is thick.Speaking to me like I am stupid isn't going to change it.I understand what you are saying!I just can't form the words prop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126923/ My boisterous Moscow mind,Has a meticulous D.C. side.I hear the whispers and the chuckles,I close my mouth and bite my tongue.I understand I can't express myself properly,I cannot correlate an English word to its definition to make sense. My infallible Istra heart ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126922/ Slip on black dressPack all that's leftLow cut neckTattoo on chestSalvage Spray some perfumeOne, twoApply red lipstickCheckLet down hair Long, darkDelicate wavesRed heelsFive inches highGrab keys Familiar roads.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126921/ The sound of a freight train on the railroad tracksTakes me backTakes me back to a place where happiness was ice creamChurch was every SundayWatching the snow fall upon our town on Christmas Eve The smell of musty hay on an early summer morningTakes me backTakes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126916/ Ne oshibayetsa tot, kto nichego ne delateyExcuse my foreign tongueBut I'm homesickMy babushka warned me of thisI try to fit in, but this isn't homeAnd no matter how good my English getsIt won't change itMy blood carries her rivers My soul carries her wind And my p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126914/ Dear God, why me?Is this life of mine really real?Or is it all just a really bad dream?This is a pain and loneliness nobody should have to feel.Dear God, I cannot escape this loneliness.My soul feels as empty as the deepest part of the sea.To break this numbness I have resorted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126909/ Thoughts race through my headMy tongue is tiedAnd my heart cannot communicate with my mindMy soul just whispersVoice breaksFeelings bounce up and downMy passion restsEmotion hidesBody uneasyStomach queasyBlood rushingMy whole system conflicting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126906/ The demons withinSuppress who I really amVirtuous, docile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126903/ Souls open at nightWhen devils and angels flyExposed to coaxing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126900/ She sang a soft songTo me it was like she wasSinging to my soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126898/ A poem is the song of someone's soul.The flow is their mood,Punctuation is their infliction,And the words are their intelligence at work.The pen of the poet dances;The waltz,The salsa,Or the line dance.The sound of the keyboard clicking,The pens tapping and scratc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126880/ Close your eyes.Inhale deeply through your mouth.Pause.Feel the air circulating in your lungs.Exhale.How did it feel?Did you feel the refreshing spring air awaken you?Did you feel the winter air biting?Did you feel the summer air taking your breath away?Did you fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126879/ Whiskey flows like waterWords, smells, songs are remindersRip scabs off healed hearts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126878/ "Land of the free, home of the brave."Chanted and sang with pride.As unlawful warfare is carried out with drones; Leading to heinous genocides in several nations.And the 'bombs bursting in air' in Iraq's midnight sky.As babies are kept awake by the sounds of this unwarranted war,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126876/ I could love you to death,But I don't want to be charged and convicted.I'll let you sign the deed to my heart.And in my will I'll leave you my soul.They say I love you too much,Which is absurd when God says you can never love enough!Day seem longer, brighter, and warmer.N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126875/ Being poor means eating on meal per day.Being poor means praying that your cough will go away.Being poor means sleeping on the floor of your family's crammed apartment.Being poor means paying off all your bills slowly throughout the month, praying that you will beat the clock before yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126873/ People are most vulnerable at night,Their souls open up and are left exposed to the angels and devils that fly.Exploited to the inevitable holy battle that takes place inside them.They spill their souls into their whiskey.They'll love strangers more intimately.The depressed and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126872/ What's it like living in a world that revolves around you?Not a care that other will have to pay the consequences of your actions.Don't you see the ones that love you take your burdens?We do so because your shoulders aren't strong enough to carry the weight of your own mistakes.Don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126870/ The night I fell in love with you,Was the first night I saw the stars in the sky.I saw how they sparkled like diamonds.I saw how they sparkled like your eyes. The first time I cried into you,Your arms secured and comforted me.You cuddled me like a scared puppy during.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126866/ Our souls intertwinedThe first time we locked eyesLike fibers in a ropeOur futures were written in that moment. Your love weighed on meIt made me moan and weakLike the hardwood floors in our homeShaking, bending, and falling at your feet. Falling for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126864/ Saw the scars on her skin,I asked "What's your story"?She said it's a story of loving too much.I loved my dad when he didn't love me back,I loved my mom even though I was always ignored,And worst of all I loved a man.A few seconds passed without a single blink,When the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126863/ haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaxineItsov/1126861/