http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kida13 The original writings of author Melissa Ridge en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017800 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Praise to the sweet child who can describe a flower in 14lines in Iambic pentameterShe has precisely 10 syllables per line in each quatrain and she stresses theright words rightWell here I sit, stuck with what is leftHere I sit with my run off babbling non-structured, slurred broken mess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1487718/ Iwear dark clothes in summer.Ilisten to scary music and wear the vizard and cloak of an Ice Queen.Idon’t eat exotic or interesting food.Iam plain but for my hair,Butthat isn’t me, I just like the colour.Ihave as many freckles on my body as there are st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1378404/ Let me cast out my hookOne last time, before I forgetJust one more lookI will remember youTime feels different nowWithout youWithout my picturesI can’t help feel I’m forgetting youYou lifted the veil away from my faceDo you remember our wedding day?Oh, the pic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1374780/ It is dark, and �"I can’t see anything, and �"There is not a sound butWe floatThis cool breeze makes me sweat, and �"I wonder, dazing at the waterIt is calm and simpleYou take my palms and �"Kiss each oneWe drift idleWe goWi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1372182/ He sits alone,As she cries some more,A distant heave, a heavy blow.He stays.Too young to know,Too soon to grow,Too new.With feet too far from floor,Legs dangling.He knows they were not old,But not newJust like his shoes,They were meant to carry him,To places unseen,Run wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1279448/ Desire to be in companyNeed to be in solitudeNo one will understandFeel lost and recklessFree recklooseWalking on tracks searching for lightOnly to be hit with realizationAnd awakened from fairytale advice Glazed over eyesBreath on glassOn all four sidesThey see youT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1271307/ Some are softand warmSome are coldand toughSome are smoothand slickSome are frail...Some are all the sameSome are once offSome are the real dealand some are knock-offsSome are smallSome are bigSome are from winterSome are from springSummerAutumnSome supportS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1271306/ We're told, as children,Monsters aren't realBut, as children, we would imagine themWide as door framesWith heads skimming ceilingsFangs drippingTongues hangingJagged finger nailsDraggingWe believed, as teenagers,The only true monstersWere inside usNot hiding in closets(th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1268230/ Why is it,That we will live by other people's rulesAnd not our own?Tell yourself that you are beautiful But yet long for the confirmation of a strangerWho else are we living for If not ourselves? Why is it That we all live to prosper And be the brighter or darker shade .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1254480/ We are a generation of Bebo Stunnahs and Hipsters. Teenagers today talk to walls, tweet at each other and tumble. Every moment is documented and recorded to be saved forever. Isn’t that just scary? That embarrassing picture of you will still be there when your kids have facebook accounts. Scar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1254254/ >“Do you like my red shoes?” >“They’re green”It is but an obsessionA passionIt’s art!Plush emerald carpetsSnakeskin covers on her bedSilk and sleekWalls painted to face the forestBeautiful, she breathesMoss creeping slowlyOn cracked stoneOld stone, cold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1253006/ I was once desiredMuch enjoyedAs I bounced and see-sawed in his careful handsI knew what it felt like to be savouredI was his fluid confidenceFalse as it wasLike everything elseIwas guiltyFor throwing an opaque veil over reasonBut which each clumsy stumble I was near thrown o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1229681/ Remember when we couldn't wait to grow up?Before Peter flew back to NeverlandAnd the Rugrats were all grown upWe would pick at scabsNot emotional scarsWe destroyed sand castlesNot friendshipsWe played with toysNot heartsThe pain we understood was the scratches on ourkneesNo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1226925/ Oh but she is patientQuite content with her placementHer beady eyes spyThe oblivious people going bySilence is her vowNot a single sound she will allowThe blood lust is getting strongerAnd she will wait no longerTo wait for preyTo clumsily stumble her wayWithout a soundShe drop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1226923/ Obsesses and possessesSeizes the heartTurns mouth to dustHairs stand on endBreaths chased too quickMuscles slowly paralyzeDoubt seepingDelusions alludingSounds tauntSkin sweatsTwists gutClenches stomachFingers and toes numb with coldMistrust in sanityWaitingWa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1222508/ When you are subject to scrutiny,And all eyes are on youLike metallic snouts, waiting, When pictures singe,And memories burn;Thoughts become forbidden, When truth is revealed,And lies become your comforter;You don’t want to know the difference,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1222049/ Don’t take me for a fool.I know the likes of you!Deception and lies are all you’re good for, But that’s no good at all.Wearing harlequin masks; only we can see, Drop the Ace from your sleeve, You’re too good for me.           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1192135/ If you were a starlitjourney,I would, with a compass etched into my heart,Travel through the skies,Toss pebbles to the ocean,Tickle the earth and watch it grow,Aimlessly searching for a face hidden in the depths of dreams,Every time I catch a glance you sink back beneath the waves,A .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1189414/ To, The BusboyI wasn’t prepared to be atossed toy,I wasn’t prepared to lose a lost boy.And I didn’t plan on this.It was you who carried me out of the abyss,And for that, I want to say thank you.You want to know how I feel too?I know I’m insensitive and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1188329/ The more he should pull,The more of a mess he will make,These stitches that itch,Maybe he is blind,To this, To me and my bubbling temper,What once was a fine battlementIs weathered from passing storms,It is now a crumbling, tumbling wall.Our ship is sinkingLowLowHello?Do yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1185739/ I didn't know you.I knew your name but not the person it belonged to.I guess it wasn't anybody’s fault,But I regret never meeting eye to eye with you.You see, we were always so far away from each other,We lived far away from each other too.We played each greetin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1176806/ The breeze of the warm evening let her long caramel hairsway along her back and cheeks like the grass and the flowers of fields beyondher castle. Her prison. The lonely girl was perched on the window sill highabove the ground where the clouds blossomed in the sky. Tonight, however,someone ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1157898/ One night a mother heard herdaughter weeping quietly in bed. Sobbing softly and hugging her pillow, thedaughter had wet her bed. The mother was not angry. She lifted the little girlup and changed her pyjamas and then made short work of the bed. She tickled thelittle girl to get her smiling b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1153854/ You’re not worth saving.Uncurl your withered spine,Sweetly slice your conceit,Barbarians charge,Through my phantasmal defense.Your gauzy skin slithers off your rotting discernment,Eclipsed illumination,You gurgle, You’re drowning.Your feeble wretched bodies s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1152172/ For those who have heart,Don’t let linger,Beautifully cunning,Left buffed and screaming,Quick, although not quite as painless.Aim for the gut,Still living; oh look,Just writhe in agony for what it’s worth,You tortured soul, You care too much.Who’s to fault? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1148798/ The knifecuts deep, A tear swims in the bleeding eye, A promise broken, never intended to keep, Angry, watching you cry.Ironic howwe promised to smile forever, And so the following day we weep in solitude, She trusted her to respect her interests, she was too clever, The actions .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1148260/ Theold woman stared up at the cross. She was old by nature not by spirit. Thecross was placed neatly above the grand doors of the stone church. She wouldn't enter but only stare. She waited outside the rusted gates behind the bruisedand blackened walls with the moss tops. She waited .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kida13/1147217/