http://slow.writerscafe.org/samtamb The original writings of author Samantha Tamburello en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986611 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear heart,I am terribly sorry to disclosethat grief will drown you head to toes,that you will try to hide who you arefor people would kill you, near or far.who you love will lose you friends,your family will disapprove to no end.you’ll tape up mirrors to ignorethe person inside, lonely and po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2179158/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 10.0px Marion; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000; min-height: 11.0px}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Marion; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}i am a child of the earthbor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2162149/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Marion; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}dangling lights in my bedroom window.this is about how festive i’ll get.i’ve said it once,i’ll say it again,the seasonal affect is in f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2162148/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000} span.s1 {font-kerning: none} goodbye, old friend.i cling to you with all of my mightbut i can’t even see you in the distance now.i recall the times we shared,the smiles, lau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2038721/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000} span.s1 {font-kerning: none} cemented feet to the floorunable to move until i purgewhat’s been eating at me.“i miss you”the words i never knewi would screa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2020867/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000} span.s1 {font-kerning: none} you said you wanted to be a hawk in your next life.the beauty in the way they just glide.spent your life gliding on bythrough the years,perhaps no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2020865/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000} span.s1 {font-kerning: none} Knocking on the door. No. Pounding. Pounding on the door. My first time home alone. I’m 8. Pounding. Pounding. Heart pounding out of my chest. Silen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2020864/ from my poetry book "Sweet familiarity" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2017013/ from my poetry book "sweet familiarity" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2017012/ it's been a while since i've posted on here. since my last upload, i've actually written 3 poetry books. please consider supporting me, and checking them out if my writing appeals to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/2002785/ The happiest I've ever felt is when I glided across the soccer field, barefoot before the rain started. The air was lighter than light and my hair was bouncing in my face and all around me. I couldn't help but grin. A big ear to ear grin and mouth wide enough to catch flies. My arms slowly raised ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1819219/ Hanging on the great abyss between life and death, where you have accepted your fate and signed over your life. As I looked into the dull and unfamiliar eyes of my mother, I knew she was there. Empty orange cylinders scattered on the floor and a sea of pills claimed my kitchen table. As I began to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1819209/ Fold your palms and break your bread if you think it will help you explain the tears you have shed.Join your hands and get down on your knee if you think it is the light that you will see.But I do not need ashes on my forehead and I do not need a crucifix over my bed to justify the beliefs I st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1819204/ "I've been in love before", I told her. I'm susceptible."A little lust won't hurt you" she said disregarding that word. Love.One drink, two, three I put down. Looking to my left and seeing her first half full.In touch with reality she stayed. So grounded. So aware.In and out I went. Clenching to rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1819198/ The indistinct chatter is what had her, here she clings to the edge of the ladder. Count to 10, release her grip with a nervous bite to the bottom lip. 100 feet below, Manhattan, honk honk, flash flash, chatter chatter chatter. Slippery palms, quick nervous thoughts, her mother's visage pops into he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1816322/ Wipe the tears from my cold, dead eyes as I slowly unmask my humble disguise.The world I have seen, I wish you could knowBut for now just tell me you'll promise not to goFor my heart is broken and I despise the day I discovered this world's sadistic lies. I'm confused and alone, the world's so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1815816/ Why build me up if you’re going to break me down? Break me down and examine the pieces like they are an interesting puzzle, but they are not your puzzle but my life. My pain. why can’t you understand what I have in my brain? I’m 14, what do you mean when you tell me I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1761044/ I wrote this about an annual event at my college campus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1702332/ A short, 3 page play I had to write for my playwriting class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1630370/ I needed to get my feelings down before I exploded. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1603348/ overall emotion behind someone's passing(from my perspective) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1521270/ It's never too late to fix it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1514582/ Free verse about feminism ideals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1514568/ A story about mental illness... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1514493/ I am thankful for the changing weather, constancy irritates me.I am thankful for when things get better, and when I can feel free.I am thankful for my friends who love me, and all the things they doI am thankful for my ability to see, and for my optimistic view.I am thankful for my accidental birth,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1514457/ for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1513424/ I miss one of my best friends... I've tried making efforts with her but she's moved on. found new people. I just miss her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1513401/ Pilot episode for my unaired TV screenplay sitcom, Scotty & Fitz http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1511801/ I survived anorexia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1499405/ I had an eating disorder for 2 years and nobody could figure out why because I swear it was never connected to poor body image. This is my interpretation of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1453795/ Kids are more tuned in than you think they are. They're not stupid... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1453777/ And every day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1453360/ About a friend of mine, we are so close but are growing apart. She is changing and there is nothing I can do about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1452639/ My mother became schizophrenic when I was about 14/15 years old, and it has shattered our relationships. I just have no words, and all of the words on the matter, and am forever heartbroken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1452423/ This is for my choir teacher whom I met when I joined choir in 5th grade in my school and she used to play piano at our concerts. Once I got into High School, she instantly became my favorite teacher. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1183719/ Just because I find it hard to believe how times change. I do believe I'm an old soul born in the wrong generation and I don't understand people anymore. Such complicated creatures. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1166278/ How I feel in a deep metaphorical way. I can't get to where I need to be, everything is so complicated... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samtamb/1166240/