http://slow.writerscafe.org/hairlikehoney The original writings of author Honey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775993017 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Harried, all the people seem moving through the worldAll the streets and sidewalks teemWith people forward-hurled.Barely, all the people seemTo stop and take a breath;Remember what it is to dreamInstead of run from death.Desperately, I seem to leanOn the edges of the rushBut somehow, there I always .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1908874/ She's so beautiful when she's sadI can't help but bring her down.The tears reflect her halo's gleam;it doubles as her crown.She's so beautiful when she's sadI love to watch her cry;pulling her heart back and forth,never keeping her for mine.I'll tell her that I love her,my words binding her like tie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1899694/ i guess I forgive youfor sleepless nights;and daydreams,like cheesy pop songsall bright colors and soft, the kisses.harried by the thought,the memory in my skin,the way your heartbeatwhen I trail my fingers,it flutters.i guess I forgive you, too,for the the wayheart it races;the sound of your voice,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1880779/ A vignette I wrote and would love feedback on. I feel like there's something missing, all constructive help is welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1837709/ How could I have been so foolish?I wanted to believe.I guess I thought that words are wordsAnd things are what they seem.Slow and cold and long, aloneThese last few weeks have beenIt seemed worth it at the time For the light there at the end.But foolish me, a light, a lightAs if it’s there I&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1289258/ A short story about what it means to care about someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1279061/ This is a vignette I'm not sure if I want to develop into something further. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1203459/ It’s eerie, with none of the city sounds.With no one else on the streets;No silhouettes in windows or slamming doors.I walk to the beat that my heart pounds.One foot in front of the other;Less scared now, more curious.Walking, I’ve made the rounds.The bar and market are empty;No children.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1177841/ I wonder if anyone else knows what it’s like to close your eyes and see blood.  Not blood spattered on the pavement, or a river of it falling from the sky like in “Carrie”.  This is closing your eyes and seeing your pale wrists in front of you.  This blood runs out a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1171445/ sometimes like now i am sosad and its too late to cry to everyone and besides,they've heard this all before.it's screams that burst out of my lungs,brushed clean and quiet, rushing through my lips.maybe that's why they all think i'm okay.how to explain, to someone who hasn't feltthe weight of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/1151215/ A very short story. I can't decide whether to leave it alone as a vignette or keep going with it as a longer story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/969031/ Two short poems that I didn't want to make separate entries for. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/714441/ As if she hadn't slept in days, months, yearsSeeming to sleepwalk, never quite thereEyes always fixed on things others can't seeThe smile that graced her face now and thenWas one of exquisite calm.Like an angel or a fairy they followed herEntranced as if she were pure magic,The key to all souls.None.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/714437/ One of my poems that I particularly like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/714434/ the red of her hair, the blue of her veinseverything on her the color of flames.from room to room to room she movesashes dusting both her shoes.everything in sight is in flamesshe turns to someone calling her namehe's up in smoke before she can sayshe loves him enough to keep him away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/714427/ Poem written 12/28/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/714420/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/565683/ A haiku. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/555448/ Just as flowers bloomMy heart bursts open for youLike you are the sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/546921/ A cinquain written for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/546809/ Haiku about love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/546791/   The way the pale beams of sunlight hit her dark brown hair reminded him of how her skin had contrasted against the dark blue of his sheets.  After pulling her shirt off she'd fallen back onto the pillows smiling and arms above her head.  He'd paused, mesmerized by the way she looked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/543780/ Written for Albert's Poetry Cafe AmeriKu contest. AmeriKu is 4 unrhymed lines of 3-5-3-4 syllables. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/500570/ Written for Albert's Poetry Cafe AmeriKu contest. AmeriKu is 4 unrhymed lines of 3-5-3-4 syllables http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/500346/ Written for Albert's Poetry Cafe AmeriKu contest. AmeriKu is 4 unrhymed lines of 3-5-3-4 syllables. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/500339/ Responsibility.  The word and the full weight of its meaning hung over my head for days after the test incident and it seemed like everything I looked at or thought about was baby-fied.  I saw kids and pregnant women everywhere; the grocery store, walking down the street, and even at Regga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/499180/ Infected togetherWhich one will crack first?Will one go before the otheror both in one burst?Our throats begin to grow tightI question all I knowWill there be a bright light?Where do the departed go?I can see two of me dyingfrom reflections in your eyesOne by one, we hit the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/486278/ A monosyllabic poem I wrote for a contest. It's December and I was inspired by Christmas! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/486238/ An abhanga poem I wrote about being feeling alone. For those who aren't familiar with this style, the abhanga is quatrains with the ABBC rhyme scheme, and should be 6-6-6-4 syllables. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/480006/ A short part in between chapters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/478374/ A short poem I wrote for fun to enter a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/477348/ Does he hear me sigh?I blow kisses on the windand daydream of love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/416259/ Kimberly gets to know Simon better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/416251/ A stressful three minutes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/416240/ Book about a woman living in San Francisco. Rated "Mature" for language. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/416237/ A short story I wrote for a class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/414729/ Short story about a woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hairlikehoney/414542/