http://slow.writerscafe.org/Omily The original writings of author Omily en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102870 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I fail at this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/591982/ I'm writing this as I come off of a terrible acid trip. No hallucinations, or just barely. I mean, with acid, you've got to have some hallucinations. I caught myself standing in my doorway feeling absolutely miserable because I heard a voice and I didn't know whether I should follow it or not. I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/587450/ I don't need any mind altering chemicalsTo enhance the experienceOf being with you.I get that kind of high That comes withObsessive infatuation,A stone wall face plant loveLike I sprinted into you,And once I fell,Getting up Was a sensational conception. And when I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/552095/ I must be in a movieBecause sometimes I hit pauseAnd I'll taste the rewind Like a bittersweet treatThat can give you food poisoningOr give you a high, like a leap,Like a climax, when you jump 100 stories with held breaths to feelIf someone is standing between You and concrete wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/551190/ I am a glass menagerieAll of the timeAnd mostly I reap the fruitsOf falsehood Like a manipulated assembly lineOf mutilated expressionsScreaming self denial But most timesI forget that I'm not opaqueA lot of people forget that I'm not opaqueAnd sometimesI remember,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/542229/ It's like when articulation becomes just another wordLodged between lips locked shutIt's like the curse of the writer when you have a bird In your lungs and it's a vultureBut you want it to be a doveAnd all you have is ambiguous imageryTo describe an itch that just can't be conveyedA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/541951/ Let's spit words at each otherUntil they grow and pile into offspringLike a love child, but more like a hate childAnd it's teething so it gnaws on everythingIn its path that was good and sweetBut now it's sour,And I won't waste another hourLetting this child growSo let's kill it&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/537858/ I am neutral clay waiting for your hands to mold meSo make me somethingShape me to fulfill your magical imaginarySurreal unbelievable fantasyAnd I will be your forest nymphOr your mermaid or your glimpseOf an angel or I'll parade As your f*****g goddessOr masqueradeAs something b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/536681/ Star studded fogs start to passWhen those fireballs vaporizeInto petty white dwarfsAnd you feel like you've jumped on a trainThat you used to watchFrom your care free carAs it sat at An impatient fingertip tapping Exasperated sigh railroad crossing-- And you feel like you'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/533201/ I am not a sad, wounded puppyLike you flatter yourself to believeI am a Peregrine falconA predator, kindredIn heartlessness to the sirensThat swallow a sailor's iron ego So let me goTend to my broken wingsAnd let me shatter you as I singA song of lost pride vengenceAs I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/532039/ “The sun’s coming out,” my mom said cheerfully, smiling peacefully as she stared out the screen door at that brightening golden orb in the sky. First, I thought, how ironic. Second, I thought, how appropriate. It’s like the weather was set for my life as some kind of soundt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/530815/ I remember how I shut my eyes,An effort to denyHow they laid on youFrom that very first time. They saw that thingIn fantasiesFantastic fairy talesAnd yet, I hail From above From these sugar coated dreams;I deem myself a pragmatistA realistFree from this fluff,This .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/528984/ You're the kind of person that makes me want to write. You make me want to document all of our experiences, like notes, or maybe more like a Polaroid snap shot, so that I can hold onto the memories with everything I have. With you and me, the memories are gems that I just can't let slip through the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/524826/ "Fine" was bleached of its meaningLong agoWhen a rolling snowball of colorsOf a summary of all Recorded feelingAvalanchedSplatOn that throw around wordAbsurdly devoidOf all the employedPractical definitionsImplying It is the complete collectionOf a rainbow of passionsTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/524535/ The ending still applies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/523262/ The best way I can describe itIs a broken filterSucking in scenarios with hypersensitivityOff kilterSpewing out tainted content uncontrollablyIt pilfersMy sincerity, sense of superiority Self respectabilityAnd the majority of timeI'm left with blind Spots to realityWithout re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/523192/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/523191/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/522591/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/522378/ My heart is a knot on a stringOr ten stringsOr maybe hundredsAnd at one time, I wanted it untangledBut now, I know, That would leave me undone. I just want you to seeThe simple complicatedBeauty of the knot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/522220/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/521510/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/520563/ I wish I could make this relatableIn wordsAll I haveAll I have is language in a jumbleLike intestinesWaiting to be strung out, a coherent ropeFrom my lipsFingertips on my skullFrom this migraine of babbleVerbal vomitI wishI just wishI could put into words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/520071/ Let's play a mind gameI'll use your mind as fair gameFor huntingAnd chase you down a slippery slopeWhere all hope is eradicated;I hunt a siamese twinSawed through the middleAnd your better halfWas left to be consumed--Now, I just have to find you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/520053/ I am sucked dry And I amI am inside of youAbiding by the rules of natureWicked curse, you don't existYou can hear me hissI'll dismiss you With the wave of my handWhen I figure out howI'll resist you-- I'm a snake, and I'm realI feel the seal snap On Pandora's boxThe one I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/520038/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/518841/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/516750/ It's you wonderful peopleThat get on my last nerve--I don't deserveTo be slapped by sweet nothingsWith lips who are lockedBecause nothing means nothingAnd yet, you still talkBombard meWhen to walkIn straight lines is a privilegeYou think you're chivalrousBy coating my flesh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/516323/ Brilliant blue eyes,You gave me refugeUntil I foundThey were a two inch puddleWhen I deservedA sea of blue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/515489/ Winter, winter go awayRush into spring;S u f f o c a t i n gJack Frost, your vampish strangleCorpse dead palms A different angle-- Quadrangle, my ice box fridge: Steal a greener pasture ridgeAbolish winter,That thick side splinter, Splintering hail, renderingMe incapab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/515486/ Victims, please noteI am physically incapicitated--Or, if I breach my mindset,Mentally-- however you'll take it;I am verbally emaciatedWhen I speak to you I say ba ba baBarbarian, to the Greeks;I beat me as I speakWith an anatomical iron rodYou stupid freak, f*****g nimrodMay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/515382/ Death is simpleIn allegories and metaphors--We are stars, then We fade to nevermore;But why can't we liveAs stellar nebulas,Infants of lightShrouded in the night?We go out with a bang--Effulgent supernova--No, life isn't overIn a guzzling black hole;The hole is the living, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/514072/ I'm chewing on ice Because I remember the vicesOf today compared with last night--Of everyday opposed to those weightless timesWhen the sky says goodbyeAnd I, Atlas, am relieved of my sentence. I was free-- It was perfect;I was perfectly aloneThrough the superior stupidity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/513482/      I remember, I was in child-love with you. It was the kind where a child, on a walk in the city, finds a ragged, scruffy old forgotten bear in a ditch beside the sidewalk. He frees himself of his mother's hand, running to the filthy bear, shouting in glee, "Can we keep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/512204/ My bondage is untiedAnd I lay in the spotless sunshineOf unrestrained heart-It's a lie- I squeezed limeInto my eyes. I deny itIn part, because of the prideI wish I hadIn part, because of natureAnd my nesting instinctsTo find someone in syncWith my off brand of mystique.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/511222/ My smile can be more genuineIf you want.I can backtrack some stepsIf I wind up the clockBefore dawn-Before I beguiled you When my cheeks swelled oddlyWith a flipped rainbow smile. It was not human;Too much    thoughtToo much    effortToo m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/510925/ I forget myselfAlwaysSo I shifty glance sidewaysTo the juxtaposed windowAnd I always anticipateA more desirable viewThat will be betterThan what it is now.  I don't want toWear my heart on my sleeve;Yes- I want toWear my heart as a full body suitLike an inside-out cloa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/509759/ This is an essay I wrote for a class last semester. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/509406/ Inspired by a sexual history class I'm taking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/509182/ I pledge allegiance to the flagOf the United States ofEnergy and chemistry andAll the life squeezed in between,Not to an idol or single cause, but toSanta Clause and menopauseAnd our Lord Byron and dandelions;I'll blame your shameful games for fameOn puberty and lack of n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508777/ I could have killed you.I shuddered, skidding to a halt;I could have killed you,And it would have been my fault- Like when a crusader, mistaken, Pierces the priest's heart, takingHim to be an obstructionTo the Holy Land.  You are my goal,My Olympian gold; let meHarness t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508716/ Mr. Liberty-Turned-TerroristSanitized the airOf the world citizensWith chlorine gasSo that, in the end,We may all be equalAnd equally free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508537/ This was for a class. I tried to be as accurate with the information and situation as I could with my resources. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508529/ When you read this, your eyes Will travel with rhythmic precision From word to word collecting thePieces, smooth like honey and drippingLike marmalade, but a little faster,Until you linger and desist at that last period, Steadily drawing a finish to my poem likeYarn you could see the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508526/ Beware of inspirationIt may shake you likeA cataclysmic shiverAnd rock your world. Beware of creativityIt may electrify you,Shock you into beautyAnd spark your genius. Do not stand on the fault-Please,Handle life with rubber gloves-Or Caution: You will cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508524/ I'm a little darkBut I wish I was light; A graceful, smiling ray of lightTracing a spotted carpet-A cat bathing, silently thanking it,Calling memories of wildflowers:Nostalgia without roots.I would make everyoneWho was touched by me Glad I was here. I am darkI am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508522/ It is a game and a testBefore you and I enter UtopiaWhere children run fearlessly and freely,Passing out never-ending daisies. We each grasp a rope end And the challenge part is still invisibleBut we tug instinctively. I pull you in with my seductive auraAnd you inch cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508519/ I look at myselfThrough your eyes, Your fish eye lenses,And I see myselfNot like a person, but likeAn exagerrated stereotypeOf that enigmatic b***hWho entered and exitedFrom center to back stage. Yet, I can't see your eyes;You closed the script And your scene is overBut you w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508514/ Don’t you hate it whenSomeone writes a vague, cryptic poemExpecting you to waste time“Reading between the lines?”Isn’t it narcissistic of poetsTo hand you a metaphorWrapped in a simileThat’s actually a profound paradoxAnd expect, when you uncover its lay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508509/ This is a placeFor big children-Not monster children-And we all need to learnSharing and smiling again,Not to abuse our playground,Or we'll slide us with this place  Underground. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Omily/508473/