http://slow.writerscafe.org/dpopa The original writings of author Diana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776098039 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The decibel level of the terror was deafening.My ears were ringingHeart pounding, a pulsating grit inside my chest.Jackhammer...-ammer...-ammering awayAt the facade of all I've ever known,a coagulated heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2837153/ The Chronicles,tales that won't abate.Of you...and I.Chronically chroniclingmy dreams of goodbye.The inveterate nightmare,circling the drain.The chronic chronicles.A nightmare strain.The hero's thread.Long-gone.Long-suffering,An ode to ill gain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2811928/ Chronic.She says she'll come to--one day.But one day came and went.Chronic, in my bones and joints.Chronic, there is no escape.No get-away.Fly-away dreamsand broken hearts.Chronic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2811927/ Heroism, heroism.Hear ye.Hear ye.He calls it aloud.But when the deed is done, he is shocked.Don't worry, he'll find a wayto make himself a hero out of this.Heroism, heroism.The c**k crows 3 times... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2810101/ Seven years later,and I’ll never forget.No words could describethe way I feel without you by my side.My sister,My best friend.Long-gone, but never forgotten.My heart aches for you still. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2759660/ I see you,happy, content, and smiling.You look and sound just like you.The you I once knew.But alas, you are my friend no more.Just a mirror image.Carbon copyof that girl I used to know.Heart-broken, face-down.I never though I’d miss you.I thought you’d always be around.Best friend of lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2759658/ Little girls who stop dreamingbecome big girls who cannot cry.The tears don't come down.Half asleep...half-awakehalf-way here, halfway there.Halfway to...nowhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2479777/ People throw sticks at plastic houses,but they don’t break because they’re not real.Yet I feel an awakening stirring in my bones.A coming home...To the home of homes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2479776/ I could work an insipid jobthat just makes me want to cry.Or I could dream a new dream,by and by.A dream resurrected,from the past.to put it to rest?or shoot this beast in the chest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2467678/ The DreamThe death of a dreamis a terrible thing.A terrible thing indeed.I reach for it,its happenstance swathes escape me.To fight for it?To seize the ghostof the abyss...Adrift in the swampland.The murky pestilenceof a summer’s day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2464978/ Forgive them, Lord.For they know not what they do.They are flesh,yet entirely without spirit.Greed without heart,it becomes no man.You cannot treat anotherlike a nobodywithout saying something of your body,without speaking from your spirit.Spirit of diseasewashing over you,taking away all goodness.S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2115905/ When English majors don't write any more,the world still goes 'round.The workplace still whirswith "productivity,"the fruits of my labor.But writing an e-mail ain't writing,No Sir.No writing an e-mail ain't writing,No Sir.When English majors don't write any more,the world still goes 'round. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2115900/ The monster got ahold of me.It tore into my flesh.Tooth and bone.Bone and nail.Ravaged to the core.For the monster,it’s got ahold of me.And it won’t let me go...Lusus naturae.Oh what have I become. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/2070213/ Can’t Put It OutBurning bridges and lighting fires,the whole world seems ablaze.Choking in smoke,and struggling to see above the flames.But for some reason,I’m the only one on fire... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1807881/ Boxer, Boxer (There’s a Good Lad)Boxer, Boxer.Where did you go?These chains become you,don’t you know?Boxer, Boxer.Come back to work.The wood chips burn in the oven,It’s time to go.Boxer, Boxer.Come on give a smile.There’s a good lad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1741425/ Get good grades.Do well in school. You'll get a good job. That's what they say. Get up, kid. Go to work and earn a buck. "Pull yourself up by your bootstraps."Doesn't matter if it's not enough... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1708819/ The Perfect AnswerAs the rain pounds on the windowpaneand tears pool down my face.I think of all the things you could have done to help me,and it's an absolute disgrace.You're waiting for the perfect X-ray,the perfect blood test to tell you what to do.You act as though you haven't brains within your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1705613/ And I'm angry at the timestolen from underneath my fingertips.The things I am unable to do now...Because these moments were taken,stolen from me.Stolen from me,stolen from you,stolen from us.To steal from one, is to take from another.How can we get it back?For time has stolen this from me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1702725/ And I have no time to prepare for disaster,When the storm is always at my door.I have no time to prepare for the manic swellsthat threaten to tear up my shore.I have no time, I tell you.No time to prepare for disaster... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1699472/ Because Poets are indirect,I could say this or that.But it could mean THIS or THAT.Oh, why don't I just come out and say it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1637408/ I have plumbed the depths and come up empty...A sea wreck on every shore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1606183/ I woke up this morning,covered in sparkly eye shadow and disappointment.Why did I go out last night? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1598562/ The world is a minefield and I'm tired of being rocked.The world is a minefield,and truth be toldI never recovered from the shock."The world is a minefield,"She said as she walkedright over a field of flowersground from rubble into dust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1591010/ I'm tired of being alone.I'd tell you to hold me...but I'm not so sure.Girls aren't supposed to make their desires known.Welcome to reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1589602/ I never wanted to have secrets,but somehow they found me.Creeping in trellis-like fashionup the walls of my brick house.Tainting the facade and effacing the foundation.Experiences drawn like markers in the sand.Separating you and I.As the secrets tiptoe up the brick and mortar pathway,filling i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1547734/ Please stop acting like you were always there,I wonder who you cradled more...Me or the bottle?You say you fed me, put a roof over my head,paid insurance...But it was the bare minimum with you;it came with the family plan.There were no extras just for me.Daddy and daughter- no you and me,no ice crea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1545267/ Money and good fortune,People say there's no connection...But there are many, personal and otherwise.Money and hard work,people say they go hand in hand.But they never stop to think about how or why.Clearly, everyone got to where they areby working harder than the other guy.It's become an us vs. the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1544071/ "I'm sorry, sweetheart...But they all left.""All of them." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1540984/ Are lies our way of hidingfrom the snakes of the world?The ones who tangle 'round our (ankles)and never seem to let us go.Why do you hide, inside inside?You hide your truth among the lies.Oh.  Why do you hide? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1540763/ I don't cry over men any more,but I'll cry for you my dear.Best friend of mine,8 years in time.Something of yours,something of mine.Tick-tock Tick-tock.Put the memories on a gold clasp chain'Round my calico blue collar.Gnawing at the wormholes of my heart,I once again know what it is to feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1529419/ I didn’t realize how much I needed youuntil you were gone,until you were gone.I didn’t realize how much I needed youuntil I sang that song,sang that song.You should have missed mewhile you were gone,while you were gone.This is so long.So long...................... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1525993/ Don't tell me I'm not good enoughwhen I gave it everything I had.Don't tell me I'm not good enoughwhen my balance is running on empty.Don't tell me I'm not good enoughwhen the pain threatens to overtake me.Don't tell me I'm not good enoughbecause I can stand to lose everything...Everything but you a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1523402/ We did trust exercises.And each one fell back,And let the other catch them.Me, whenever I knew I was falling,I had to Stop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1506070/ And one day, This won't be just a dream.We'll walk under the starsand see the moonlight of a new dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1503693/ Put me underbecause I don't wantto feel the ground shakefrom the surface.Put me under,so that I do not have to feelthe chill draft upon my face.Put me under.  Put me under.Lay me downto rest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1466853/ And, I'm so sorry that you're morally bankrupt.That paying for somethingshould trump a human life.Because there's a price on all our heads,yours and mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1465024/ And it seems a little garish to methat I should be required to smile so much.It seems a tad bit trivialand a wee bit false(to have  to trill in such a falsetto)with a smile plasteredon my porcelain face.Round and round,she goes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1462751/ I can't say I've ever felt good enough,though I wish I could say,that I haveand I do.But I don't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1459508/ I'm afraid of losingsomething I've never had.No, not at all.I'm afraid of losing somethingI've never had.Oh, isn't it sad?I am a mere human. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1445470/ Ahh, society.For survival should nota personality contest be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1441234/ I always wanted a manto bring me flowersor a cup of tea(to share)when the skies are grey.I always wanted a manto guide me  gently into a room,his hand ensconced around my waist.I always wanted a man.Yes, one of those will do nicely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1436741/ A happy ending.Who ever heard of such a thing?Is that what endings are supposed to bring?A happy ending, a happy thing.Is that what endings are supposed to bring? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1436726/ I may never knowthe touch of your skin on my face,or the kiss of your lips.The honeydew-kissed sunset,of a care-free beach.The ocean breeze sifting through my hair.Crabs and seashells everywhere.For my time has come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1436720/ And I said I'd never be Nobody's Fool,Never let nobody make a fool outta me.And I'm not.But I'm Nobody's Baby neither. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1432101/ And any time you're feeling blueor feeling glum, Remember this:"Whatever you becomeyou already are." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1432097/ I'm sorry.I'm sorry for all the things I've failed to be.I'm sorry I don't have the answers.Sorry I didn't ask to be sick like this.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry I'm alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1421796/ I used to see the future,could reach out my handand almost taste the sunshine.But where that wasis now a holeso wideso darkso expansive.I know nothing else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1412791/ So, go on then.Go on then.Marry her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1386574/ And I just want something.Something to mean anything.Anything at all.Someone to translate, once and for all.What can I say?I've fallen into the abyss,the abyss of meaninglessness,and it just won't let me go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1384689/ "You were like a memory from a dream that I once had,"she says, she says.As she climbs out of the water,but she can't breathe the air. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpopa/1384537/