http://slow.writerscafe.org/Stevvy The original writings of author Stevvy Hopson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028712 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Who I secretly liked a lot. I thought about dating this loser to get his attention but then backed out to save myself for him. He was interested in this other girl, a tall blonde with sparkly blue eyes and a a cute crooked smile who shared in his crude jokes about rape. I thought I should just let h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1345748/ What a world I had left behind.The people I knew,Like the diner lights that would blinkAs time passed,I found I barely knew them.Now that something new is happening to meThey lash out,The lights spark,My world Had one blinking light.She assured me she'd stay,But she went out two years ago.The rest s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1341124/ My brain is awake,You slumber,I smile,Your slow breathing,In contrast to Chopin,Piano keys touched lightly,Like the keys I am touching now,Like how I trace your silhouette,Like the beating of my heart,Laying right next to yours,Slow,Soft,Upbeat,Hypnotizing,Cinematic with imagination,Like a sunrise,L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1307773/ What is it about your soft, slow breathing that makes my heart beat in rhythm to it?How did your fingers get tangled with mine?The warm embrace of your hand on my navel,Your broad shoulders leaning towards me,What do you see behind your eyelids?Do you feel my touch as I trace your relaxed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1302355/ So dark yet so light,So bold, But not too bitter.So sweet, So magical.How you help my mood rise.In the morning, evening, or after bedtime.Time, Of which I have no knowing.Enjoying you has no limit,Nor does it have a specific time.Steamy or cold,On the couch, in the shower,On the table, in the hall,R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1289707/ I'll be truthful,I am not a victim.I am just a lonely person who doesn't mind being treated badly.Through years of dealing,My shoulders have scarred.Though I don't really know what friendship is still.They say stars can make your dreams come true.I got so desperate, I made mine out of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1284328/ He sings to me songs Sincere to what he feels.Though sometimesHe may not be able to keep upHis voice is like crystals to me.Reflecting and falling.Must like the days that go by with you,I seem to see myself over and over again Falling for you more and moreAs you sing to me those songs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1282202/ He is a silhouette in a dark horizon,A humble conversation to my ears,He is the sweetest kiss in a moderately lit allyway,His heart has the rhythm of many songs,His smile is like a superior jewel,His gaze makes my heart reform to butterflies,The very touch of him is statically humming to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1280468/ It has been six years. Six years of wonder, anger, waiting, patience, confusion, and sadness. I have come to think I didn't have a brother or anyone who felt the things I did. I never thought about you. Not really. Not as I should have. You talked to me today with all your misspellings because you c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1260672/ More than twelve years I traced my hand along this wall, A little less from touch and an entire chemistry of feels. I was a third chess piece in the cruel twisted game my parents fought. Without a thought, I watched as they stood silently and threw daggers at each other. I've yet to see the end of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1248569/ "I looks so foolish.."I tried to wipe away all the smudged power off my eyes that mixed with the moister from the liquid that spilled from my eyes moments ago. "I look like a retarded panda!" I lost her a year ago. Yet a small voice in the back of my mind that sounds just like her gets louder every .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1180352/ Part two of the first http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1139640/ It's the gel.I always saw my dad use it on fish tanks when they had a huge crack in them.He said the heat from it makes it work best to pul something as thick as the glass together."Why did it break?""The pressure from everything inside pushed too hard against this one spot.Thus, the glass started t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1139493/ My heart feels sore,Like you dropped it on the ground and tried to shatter it.Your words rubbed against me,Like that feeling you get when you rub a finger roughly Against the sharp edge of broken glass,I don't know how much more I can takeof hearing about your wisdom and greatness,You like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1137990/ A poem about two people who always rise above the flaws and disagreements. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1136280/ More or less a poem than anything. My brain has the voice of Tim Minchin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevvy/1135721/