http://slow.writerscafe.org/cquig The original writings of author cquig en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775423153 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Still so fresh in my mindI’ll hold it as long as I canYour penetrating gaze As if you truly knew meHands so warm upon my waistYour dark blue t-shirt, so soft under my touchMasculine lips take mine so gentlyI suck in air as my entire body tinglesAgain held fast by those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/470396/  Wrapped in each other’s embraceSo right and so realYour lips upon mineI could never forget the feelEyes of blue gaze so deepI wish I could say you were mine to keepYet reality waits on the other side of that doorOne turn of the knob and my dream hits the floorSo please .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/470395/  For one brief moment, you stood by my side We laughed together often, not till the end did we cryWatching you suffer in silence was more than I could bearAnd now that you’re gone it still doesn’t seem fairYou touched a part of me that brought forth the lightIt is someth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/470394/  I will find you, or someone willWe will not be kind as we watch your blood spillLaughing at the justice of seeing you fallEnjoying you begging as I make you crawlStepping on fingers bloodied to the boneWatching my foot as it makes its way homeAhh, yes revenge will be sweetI dre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/467194/  You have fouled my senses It wasn’t your rightMy mind is muddledNow I can’t writeI envision ripping your head from your neck I would enjoy the fightBathing in your blood I’d smile And then run off into the night 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/467188/ The result of a really bad day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/467182/  Chapter 4         Not surprisingly, her father beat her to the hospital. Frank called as he was driving to the scene. Ben met Vee at the ambulance door.        “Hi Dad,” she said wearily. The ride ov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/459020/  Innocence Lost (ch. 3)             What are you wearing to school on Monday?” Becca asked as she looked through Vee’s closet.          Absently she stated, “T-shir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/456669/  What Dreams Are Made Of (Ch. 2)           Ben knew something was up with Vee the moment she walked in the door. First, he hadn’t expected her back so soon from Becca’s and second, she went directly to her room and closed the d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/456277/  License To Drive The car quickly pulled to the side of the road and came to an abrupt stop. Waving a piece of paper in the face of the man in the passenger seat, the young lady was clearly upset.“Do you see this piece of paper? It says that the state of California has deemed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/456276/  Prologue “She’s dying!” He yelled into the phone. “Don’t tell me to calm down. My wife is dying and my son is missing and you want me to calm down?” He smashed his finger down on the end button and stared at the phone.“Mr. Drake? Mr. Ben.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/456275/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/456273/ Thankfully, in times like theseWhen so often I'm down on my kneesSo far from the path where I should beWhen the strings holding it together are so flimsyThankfully, there is youTo lift me up speaking the truthThankfully, you are hereWhen my life is filled with fearThankfully you tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/451333/ A peom of frustration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/445614/ Just a silly poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/443851/  The night we shared everythingJust a memoryLying in the shade of the tallest treeJust a memoryThings I loved so dearly, taken from meNever to return, oh how my heart yearnsThorns of a rose dig deep but I feel no painPain is just a memoryJust a memoryHolding you in my arms, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/443845/  The First Time Heard Warmth fills a room with cold staring eyesThe ability to change it, is immenseThe desire, not right, but on the vergeCalling out to anyoneHear me please, finally hear meHearing oneself for the first timeSmiling inside out, mouth the words“Not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/443837/  Blind AttackWatching the leaves rustle, chasing them as they blow past the front door.Eyes so alert as you wait for just one more.Hearing what I cannot; staring down at a deserted lot.You miss nothing; everything catches your eye, Your tail constantly twitches at birds in the sky... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/443836/ A dark, weird poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/443835/  Nothing Matters It doesn’t matter that you thought I loved youIt doesn’t matter that you thought I caredAll that really matters to me, is I’ve already forgotten the memories we sharedYou say you lost your heartThat it was always mineThat now that I don&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/442686/ A comedic story from my childhood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/442217/ I've tried to be all that you asked me to beIs that truly meYou wanted me to be strong and I did my bestHiding myself away to cry, was the real testI was your loyal friend for life; I'd do anything for youThere were times I felt the stab of your knifeI'm not sure what pulled me thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/440987/ Waiting, weeping wondering, my mind has finished slumberingIt's time for me to see the light; to shed my skin and begin to fightMy will to survivie has overcome, the trauma that through the years left me numbMy history, I will learn, for freedom is what I yearnBaring my soul for all to see, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/440969/ Don't tell me that was justifiedThat is just a lieWill you say that to families left behind who mourn and cry?I force myself to sit and watch this cruelty going onWondering who is in control and who is just a pawnLet freedom ring? Well then let it ring!Give freedoom to all no matter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/440963/ Searching for beauty as it's being erasedEach day I fall more from graceAround the corner and down the hall, hidden under covers and pillows against the wallReaching for it blindly, what comes back in hand?Horrifying images lay out across the landSearching for beauty as it's being era.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/440947/ Inspired, to realize what I can doTruly, you did this for meUnselfish, unknowing, I'm indebted to youReal, you seem to meWorthy, to be my guideShowing all that is possible and can beUnaware, you are of meWonderful, you've set me free2004 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/440942/ We were creators once, do you remember that?          So beautiful and full of hopeWe became one and swore to see it through          Innocent and yet so wiseSomewhere along the path I was left as the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/440936/ Just a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cquig/440203/