http://slow.writerscafe.org/SnyderHeather1 The original writings of author HeazerH en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992376 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm back after a long hiatus. My Poetry is available for free on Amazon.com today. Links provided. http://www.amazon.com/Dreamer-At-Realitys-Door-Something-ebook/dp/B00JJYOURW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1401119340&sr=8-1&keywords=twenty+something+dreamerhttp://www.amazon.com/Dreamer-Rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1362540/ I have gotten so much from you guys, and this website. Due to safety and legal concerns regarding an ex, I have to delete my account. I love you guys, and you have helped me through the worst time in my life. Each and every one of you inspired me. I will leave this up for 24 hours to say my goodbyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1341521/ ​FortressA dark castle-enormousMy eternal fortressMy forsaken strongholdBuilt from old, stone confessionsThen Fortified with weapons-Just blades made of paperThis kingdom of abstractionStructure of our inactionFilled with funhouse mirrorsOf fights we ruminateYou bursted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1338885/ This is not a poem, but a warningIf you find a mole,Get it checkedTwo in my family already.Found the black spotA moleWill I be next?The doctors will have the answersThis black spotMelanoma?Hopefully notThe dreaded word It feels heavy in my mouthIt does not come out easyHo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1338261/ I drink this devil's juice It burns with misuse And echoes my horrors passedI believe in monster dreamsAnd affiliate with fiends The echoes of my horrors passedI smile at my intoxicationLosing yet another relationLeft with echoes of horrors passedA relapse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1338046/ Just a though http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1337928/ Am I the one who is estranged?Or was this falling out prearranged?I'll blow your cover, babyNo more regurgitating your talesYou lies have long grown staleI'll blow your cover, babyChoices made and stood by strongThis was you, all alongI'll blow your cover, babyTest me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1337839/ Mouths tired, bitterness throughAn ending to a breathless feudYou gave this gift-forgivenessAn apology so subduedOne whisper and we're renewedA precious gift-forgivenessNo conclusions- we drewA caress against ageless woundsTake this gift- forgiveness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1337743/ You ordered and demandedNow I leave you- empty handedLive with itThrew my efforts to the fireLeft me out to expireDeal with itYour decisions may run my storyBut you are oh so boringStill with itOur failings here- for you to savorWhen Playing chicken, never waiverSit in it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1337726/ Stepping on his toes at every stepThen you need to point out he's ineptYou're living in his wayPointing and jeering at his every flawJudged solely by conclusions drawnYou're living in his wayBegging against hope to catch a breakIf only you knew what's at stakeYou're living in his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1337702/ Tearing pieces from my mangled skinI fear it has become too thinWorn from cardiac oppressionPeeling and picking pieces from my nailsListen for the mothers' wailsCarried by a marked aggressionRipping at my battered lipsNasty secrets and cursed slipsAid in our regressionBloat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1337661/ Turned to Medusa I faced Athena, determined to be bold. She towered above me in stark contrast to my frailty. I have two immortal sisters, but it never struck me until now how much they glow. Even in her anger, or especially in her anger, Athena glistened.  Her body towered. Her posture w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1337613/ This is a poem about someone who wants to love you on their terms, and when you exert your love back, they push you away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1335441/ I wrote this for my Grandmother, so it is different than my typical style and especially my typical subject matter. If you disagree, or don't like it, that's no issue to me...I love all people/beliefs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1335320/ Cinderella lost a shoeCinderella at the dinerCinderlla cleans the roomsCinderella dances for fellas​Cinderella, Cinder-ellaIs that you?Snow White lives with menSnow White cooks with all her mightSnow White, she lives in sin​​​Cinderella, Cinder-ella.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1334605/ Shards of broken glassReflect a dreamTinted in violetConcrete. Patches of grassmodern way to gleanSometimes violent.No food, just substances or cash http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1334526/ Fight or flight?FIGHT! or flight?Quick snap decisionConflict night...i'm rightFight or flight?FIGHT!or flight?Rip off your head or flee?Torment"s sight...my plightFight or flight?What this time?PTSD?Fight or flight? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1334409/ Her disappointment shows and showsBut not enoughIt's not enough, she knowsIt's not enoughIts not enough, it growsThis disappointment- low, it's lowBut not enoughNot low enough, she knowsIt's not enough,It's not enough, it growsF*****g Typical http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1334401/ The bells chime so sweetHigh pitched talesOf love's defeat.A melody of innocenceAnd innocence' retreatMasked is the peasants' defeatBy the luxury of his nobleThe tone large like an old Spanish fleetThe bells ring the death of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1333935/ I am not an imbecileI just played that part for youYou like them dumb,And pretty don't you?But,I am not an imbecileMy playful little act...It can destroy youIt's a timeless factSo,This cheery imbecileWill play this little gameWhen you realizeNot all women are the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1333857/ Chapter Two: Elsa​ Elsa opens the door to her dilapidated shack. It smells like comfort food and pine. Many of the houses here do. Steve and Lola tag close at her heels. Caroline, Lola's mother finishes a ciggerrete by the side of the house. Elsa notices her daughter's features.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1333784/ Chapter One: Lola​​ This place has a smell. It reminds me of all the other places I have lived. It reminds me of those places, because everywhere has a smell. It has a sound too. Everyone's voices settle together into a deep echo. The only one's that I can pick out are my adopted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1333665/ Lola is 18' and just grew out of the foster care system. On a whim, she rids herself of material possessions, and takes on a life of travel, and exploration. This is about her journey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1333104/ She held a dirty suitcase in her sweaty grip. Every few minutes, she would shiftTo ensure it did not slip.She then envisioned the fall....How the sound would resonate.Preparing for the aftershockInstead, her grip secured their fate.This object alone, she held inside her dingy pal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1333097/ When they made it to his room, they were both exhausted. Even in a spinning room she could appreciate it's boyish charm. A deep, loyal shade of navy graced the walls. He took the top part of the bed, and she collapsed on the bottom part. The after taste of Jack Daniels and Cola still warm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1333085/ A free spirit dancesHer legs kicking,She leaps and prancesRain drops falls from her orange lashesThey brush her cheeks In near translucent feathersa song meant not for the meekBelted with obvious pleasureCopper curls fall inlocks around her faceShe surrenders to a snake's e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1332891/ I am still structuring this, so if it feels a bit awkward, then that is why. All comments still accepted :). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1332850/ I have been through six hard yearsGiving, struggling withNothing to showAs I came from this pathI heard words They scraped my tender egoYou have lost nothing, dearFor we reap just what we sow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1332591/ ł ₣ØỤ₦Ð M¥$ẸŁ₣ In ÐẸẸP Ðł$PẠłƦŦҤẸ ŁłĠҤŦ $ẸẠƦł₦Ġ M¥ $ƙł₦,₡Ạ$ỤŁŦł&#78.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1332568/ When this day turns..I turn with it26Last year this turningFound me sickBut,This year I am learning26What aged mystery is this?That life insists26Put forth with struggle...I resist. Still,26I am 26 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1332145/ An idea I'm working through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1331840/ I am AphroditeI once stood for your amourMy softest skinWrinkled in the endAltruism was my weaponI feel it hit the floorAphrodite nevermoreI have become aries...And this is war http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1331023/ Clutching the notebookClose to my sideAvert my eyesCover the pageThese secrets want to burstBut I am too controlledClench it closerGuarded Scowl if someone tries to peepThen he inquired:If you never say, how will I know?That is the pointThe only secrets are the ones I get to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1331018/ The advice echoes in my head. Get out now. The first slap that burned my freckled face warranted this advice from myself. Then, the words came from others. One by one he picked them off when the concern grew in their eyes. One by one, I lost people. Then, the day came that I found his arms w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1331001/ The crickets sing their songA navy sky hovers aboveA new spring fills the airThe charcoal in my noseVibrance on the space between usA gentle loveQuiet and magneticWe take our timeWait on the grillWe hear water splashAnd share dreamIn silenceNo words neededA common strandW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1330936/ Blood redShe was screaming outIm blood redScarlett growing from Her headTortured by the colorsShe was so misledManipulatedShe was standing in ruby sandThe ground shiftingExposing orange handsGipping her From the blazing landSo weak. She couldnt standRosy cheeks soBl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1330419/ Why so selfishI have a bitter coming to termsIt all revolves around you, loveWhen is it my turn?Why cant you see past yourselfPlease remove your head from your a*sLearn to put someone else firstYou f*****g ego driven spoiled little boyYou grit your teeth and yellBut this defense do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1329661/ This is waaaaay incomplete, but it comes from a place that Is so beautiful I can not fully comprehend yet. I am still working through this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1328983/ Whispers buildingTensions filling open spacesWhere the moon hangs lowIn daytime skiesAnd sits cloaked in baby blueDoes it feel like the odd one out?Vengeful and deceptiveDoes it recognize the pretty from the true?Looms the daytime moonI can picture it nowRound and dense And f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1328513/ You can twist your thoughts to fit the why. Why did I stay? Where would I have gone? Oh you who thinks you have the answers to the questions you have never even asked. Where were you when I needed a reasonable person to give me a reasonable reason to leave. Too much reason. When you look at my choic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1327930/ Love makes way for carnal needs. I am deprived now.You deprived me with your deeds.Could not go back there.You have destroyed me from withinIts my fault thoughIn the midst of your sins http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1327850/ It all comes down to this affliction all the conflicting words that leave me so scrambled. I cant wrangle you to the ground. Stop choking me. I revoke thee. I can still feel your claws. Digging deeper. I will not become the weeper. I feel weaker in my strength. Do you feel strong now? Are you feedi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1327827/ Funny how now im looking inFunny how im closer now than everI can taste droplets of sweat evenHow am i closer from the outside? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1326497/ I know youSimply were out of your head. I can not fathom. Tearing pages from my mangled skinI feel it has become too thin. I know this is not something you are proud of. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1326151/ All this timeConsuming Each otherAnd you wereAlwaysTwisting meIn betweenThe days and nights that drug without youYou werePulling and scratchingFromWithin toCapture meControl and toJust mold me But there wasNo deceitYou were also my Retreat fromThat life and the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1325451/ I peer at youFrom under hooded eyesTo bear silent witnessTo my own demiseYou held my handAnd split my thighsA gentle kissThe feeling rise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1313572/ I can feel the split occurThe sweet discomfort The disconnectionThat has no beginningBut once wasn't thereI can see the sides fallIn perfect symmetryIs this what occursWhen you take the pain to cure the acheFeel the pieces breakingWhen the bulk of your hopesReside at the end o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1308729/ A relationshipSynthesizedA fabricationThough sweetWe both knowIt has no substance An illusion Glaring at the reflection That's staring backWith the knowledge That only we shareA secret embeddedClearly in sightWe built thisOut of nothingAnd it will be that againAnd the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1307655/ I have never felt so calm beforeA libra crossed meEntered my coreBalanced and lovelySoft eyes glowingFury underneathBut fair and completeCreative but logicalFair yet unyieldingStrong but gentleLovely libraA tension in the skyBut a calmness in his eyesLovely libra http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1302914/ I say this with a Heart that never Learned to budge an inchAnd I see you with myEyes that never Learned to see I talk to you with Lips that neverLearned to speak these thingsI know I am incompleteI sit on your porch and think ofAll my missing partsAnd how to give you somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnyderHeather1/1302911/