http://slow.writerscafe.org/Icywriter The original writings of author Emme en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054611 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hold your picture in my heartThe picture leaves impressions in my mindOf walking in the springOf being told to believe in hefalumps and SantaYou sat by me everydayLet me hold your handHelped me through my fearsGood times, huh, doll? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/735968/ I bite my tongue hardBecause you failed to hold yoursBetter than blood in my mouthThan tears on my faceYour words spillNot in any poetic wayThe just spillOn the floorI walk awayYou don't speakDon't say you're sorryAnd all I can do is wave the white flag http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/735966/ As nature converses with itselfI eavesdropLightening leans inTo the face of the sky and screams"Light flash!"Thunder catches up, panting"Kaboom"Kitties yowl in terrorWhen they realize they can't runThe sky cries because it's Frightened by all the noiseAll the whileI sit there and smile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/725003/ HappydoodlebuzzThe "high" feeling you get when overjoyedLike I just aced my test so I'm on a happydoodlebuzzI'm not sure how to end thisBut neverthelessI'm on a happydoodlebuzz http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/715934/ The orbs form a circleThe pure white capturing my attentionLife flashes in the reflectionThe wedding, the laughter, smiles, and dancesThe funeral, the sadness, tearsThe back and forth of the swingThe lemon popThe sunset shine draws me backFrom my reflectionAnd continues the present http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/715932/ Bring me downYet againDon't care who I amI'm just another victimAnother bruised victim of your trickeryNo one sees you comingYou're just thereBlack ice of the sidewalk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/715930/ Put me on wrongPeel me, pluck meToss me in the garbageForget about meI've had my vengeanceThe feel of lifting adhesiveHurt really bad, didn't it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/715928/ A colorCan't be describedExcept to give it a nameDifferent shades can be givenBut it can't be defined http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/715925/ This is based on the character Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds (TV show). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/674510/ You call me upAnnoyed at a security guard For telling you off about PDAOutside, I sympathizeI say, "that sucks"Inside, I'm in turmoilI like youAs a friend, maybe as slightly moreI wish I were that other girlBut if I told you, you'd laughAnd you'd be rightBecause why would you fall for me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/671175/ My feet touching the groundAs I exit my bedWhere I was surroundedBy blankets and friendsThe feeling of satisfactionAs I nibble my toastThe wind on my faceOn my walk to learningThe magic of a morningThe smile on a faceThe laughterAt something stupid I saidThe magic of friendshipMy head hitting the pi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/671171/ This was an english assignment. Please ignore my spelling of freind vs. friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/668790/ Love is when you close your eyes,And the image you see is their face.Love is when you associate a song to their nameAnd you listen to that song so often,You can listen without hearing.When you hear their voice,And look up so quickly,That your neck almost snapsLove is not making them change.Love is l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/649506/ Books,Written, conceived,Transporting, captivating, enthralling,Journey to another world,Literature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/623219/ Photographs,Accurate, beautiful, Clicking, zooming, capturingShow me beautiful imagesPictures http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/623217/ Winter,Cold, White,Snowing, freezing, dyingNature begins starting overInvierno http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/623216/ You never said goodbye,Not that you had a choice,You were taken from all of us,So suddenly,Like a bubble hitting a point,You floated along, and then, poof!You were gone.You held a portion of my heart,Which left with you.They close the lid,And all the memories,The visits, the fresh cookies, The lesso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/623214/ Contest Note: Nobody's home, Avril Lavigne http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/623213/ The smell of brewing coffeeCarries from the kitchenTo the living roomThe brown, bitter liquidThat burns my throatAnd opens my eyes wide But it turns its makers dirtyAnd so it must be cleanedSo now the smell of vinegar travelsThrough the living roomStrange and strongTo keep the coffee cycle going http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/623212/ First minute out of my bedI'm yelled at because I leftGosh-knows-what at the foot of her ladderThen she keeps me out of the bathroom in the morningBy standing in front of the mirror However long it takes to irritate meShe leaves before I do with no goodbyeBut at the end of the dayI can always confid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/623208/ Itfeels really weird LovingsomeoneWantingto tell themTellthem that they're Thebest thing that happened to youButhave neither the wordsNorthe courageIwant to tell youEverythingyou've meant to meHowmuch I love youHowmuch I admire .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/588941/ A tall, shadowy figureOne eye looking all aroundFace damaged by his pastSeen as a brave manOccasionally showing fearKnown as goodBut truly evilBringing harm to those around himHe sends you into a mazeNot expecting you to come out alive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/551828/ He sits in a cornerAloneNobody talks to himNobody wants toHe doesn't understandWhat he could've doneThat'd make everybody want to hurt himI want to talk to himBut my friends keep me busyI want to talk to himBut he seems to haveA force field around himTo keep everyone outSo he can't get hurt anymore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/551827/ When he walks by meI memorize his appearanceIf he hugs meI take in the smellAnd memorizeWhen he talksI memorize the pattern of his voiceWhile hanging on every wordI am in loveIt's a pleasant feelingLike swinging on the playgroundHe used to walk in front of meWhile I was swingingNever really mindingI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/551825/ My mother never told meThat one person can make a differenceThat one person can take my lifeAnd fill itBut at the same timeTwist it to the point of unknown existenceCausing me to turn in circlesLooking for the answer to the questionOf what that person sees in meI guess I'll never know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/551822/ Writers block It's like a toy blockIt doesn't block your pathIt causes you to tripGiving you rugburnAnd stubbing your toeIt's a fail http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/551820/ I keep waitingWaiting for him to come around the quarterWaiting for him to pick upWaiting for normalityAll I really want is one last chanceOne last chance to sayGoodbye http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/551818/ "Draw what you see"Such an odd phraseIf you draw what you see on your mindYour future, your pastYou don't get credit for itThey want you to be "literal"But you areYou are drawing what you seeAfter not much thought you see,What they meanThey want you to draw what they seeThat bowl of rotting fruit th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/551817/ Dead leavesFought a battle with the ones still livingIt was quite a warThe leaves were angryThe maples were angryWith the pine needlesWho had been poking the offspring of the sugar maple to deathSo now the sugar maple are deadFor being weak and defenseless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/539307/ Life is a snow globeNo matter what I doNo matter how hard I try to empathizeI can' escape me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/539305/ Monday, a fresh startTuesday, I've screwed up, big timeWednesday, thank God it's halfway overThursday, at least there's writingFriday, Yay! It's overWeekend, interphase http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/539304/ A wound opensBlood tricklesMingling with hairsHardening so you have to scratch hard to remove itIt keeps flowingAnd if the wound is reopenedIt flows harderA portrait of loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/539301/ Not the coldplay song :) although the song was part of my inspiration (along with a friend of mine) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/538101/ Life is a hockey gameI'm the puckSlamSlap "GOAL!"I get hit from one place to another With no control over my destiny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/538098/ Not plagiarized from the Sheryl Crow song :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/538095/ A couple hours later, I left for my last night working at the bookstore. It became apparent that I'd had a bad day when I was finally approached by a customer...Jon. "Hi, Jon. Can I help you?" I tried to be polite. "Yeah, I was hoping you could help me find a book." "And I was hoping I wouldn't be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/516727/ Quick thing before I talk about packing. I like setting ringtones based on what's going on with each contact. For example, the ringtone for my crush is "Accidentally in Love". I packed my favorite book, The Godfather. I was finally down to just one bookshelf. Jon and I had argued the whole way home .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/516719/ "We're burning down the highway skyline on the back of a hurri-" Screech! Crash! "Oh, s**t. A car accident. Now we'll never get home," I said. "Maria, don't think of it as 'Oh, s**t.' Think of it as, 'I hope those people are okay.'", Jon said, pretending to scold me. "I do hope those people are all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/516374/ "Spring break, here I come!" my best friend, Jon, shouts as he runs out of school and promptly trips on his shoelace. "Smooth, Jon." I say, rolling my eyes. "Whatever!" "So how was detention?" "Like being in hell with a space heater. I swear the school needs to get the frickin' air conditioning fix.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/516365/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/516362/ Why?Drip, dripThe blood drops on the snowTurning it pink Like strawberry milkOne word, “why?”I don't know how to answerWhat to say to his last wordHe'd hurt meAnd he'd hurt othersBut that's no excuse for hatred andmurderGod wants us to forgive rather thans.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/515726/ As my world feels like it's falling onmeAs people close to me put up a wallBetween each otherA wall so cold that the tears criedonto itTurn to iceAs my brain holds a battle betweenthose friendsAnd isn't close to a clear warningI want to f*****g scream!Quiero gritar!I want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/515720/ I came up with this while bored in geometry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icywriter/515714/