http://slow.writerscafe.org/country_chick181 The original writings of author Shakespeare's Daughter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022564 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 for Kayla. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/774611/ The Gates of Hell, like a broken crowSend flames to the heavens, and sooty mud to the stonesYou’d think they would be surrounded by demons of rageBut they stand there, forlorn, forgotten, alone.The feathers of the dead birdAre at all the wrong anglesLike wings of death, Inst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/727468/ I'm tired of tryingto be more than i can.of taking digital photosof wearing new clothes.i want to dip my toes in the mudand go thriftingand take snapshots that remain a mystery until they develop.i want to go on a road tripto get out of this small townwhere everyone is hypocriticaland no one listens.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/713381/ I want summer.with sun.and freckles.and dresses.and bare feet.and sleepovers.in tents.and stars.and daisies.and car tripswith the radio blastingtunes from yesterday.with a hand to hold.and thrifting.and late nights.and dancing.and heart stories.and feeling vintage.and secrets.and camp.and the smell .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/712648/ cry solid tearswatch them shatterpiercing your heartwith the splinters of glasscry solid tearsand you can walk on the lakeof icy salt waterformed by your eyescry solid tears, childcry solid tearscry tears, childjust cryalone in the worldgazing into the emptiness of foreverthe open spaceof eternityth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/650008/ watch the rain falllike tearsand lie to meslap my face with hateful wordsand lie to mekick some dirtwith your shoeand lie to melook so innocentwatery eyesand lie to mebreak my heart-you love her tooand lie to megive me rosesalready wiltedand lie to mecall late at nightwhisper loving wordsand lie to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/650005/ I am theThief of DreamsI creep into your roomat nightwhen the world is quietand enter them (your dreams)you might see meonce or twiceI'm there most nightsif your dream is pleasantI put it in my leather sackit's mine foreverif scaryI leave it for youso those nightswhen you have a nightmareand it won'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/649995/ fall into forevertaste the music of the futurehear the smell of laughterand dream, childdreamwatch the emptiness of eternitydance to the tune of linefall asleep to the feeling of happinessand dream, childdreamignore the sounds of yesterdaythe past isn't coming backanticipate the texture of tomorrowa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/649994/ sure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/645727/ pretty much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/645256/ aged bird.broken and frail.suffering on damaged hope…with no wind to lift its spirits.calling out in an eerie whistle,yearning for any source of energy           left by destructive demons.reaching out towards the spark    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/601342/ staring out the window from behind the iron barswondering what its like to have power     r     u     n          beneath your feetto sway with the windto        and         with added w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/601339/ broken piano keysstill sing,stretching endlessly across    a memory of music http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/601335/ I wish life was like a keyboardand 'I' was next to 'U'but 'they' say that we can't beand 'they' say that we should bebut 'they' stand between us.Fish in a fishbowl wishes for air    to take a painful deadly breath  of reality. and life.but the trees are parallel   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/601332/                              ClickSmiling familyFeeding the ducks    Captured      &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/596436/ Steadily running across the pageBlotting out every little wordErasing mistakes and perfect phrases alikeYou areMy jet black ink You fill me with a numbness I’ve never felt beforeThe only thing I can see is you Everything else is goneYou cover it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/596433/ Taken from childhood far too early, byone whisper of death that wouldn't waittill later. Farless than what you wouldever deserve,why did Fate choose you?Haunted eyes in one more pretty face,frozen tears that fear to fallsilently echo yearning hope.Sweet laughter that fades with despair,as memories o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/592028/ older... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/584066/ .......you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/554579/ They’re watching meI see themHidingBehind that bushAnd the tree over thereThey don’t hide very well I hear their fingernailsClimb up the side of my bedAt night They smell like onions And socksI wrinkle my nose when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/543630/ Tears fall like acid rain,leaving behind a river of pain.Birds have lost the will to sing.No one knows what tomorrow will bring.Gripping hugs are stained with blood.Come to an end, has endless love.Hollow silence fills the air,with empty faces everywhere.~Minutes pass in eternity.~Clouds, like spong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/538485/ I borrowed this idea from someone else... loved the format/idea in general :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/534475/ you'll forever be remembered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/530912/ Like Alice,I’ve fallen.Fallen, and shrunk. You don’t see me sitting here,Holding my cardboard sign.I used to be one of you. I had money, money,            and love. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/526677/ for a contest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/525920/ for a contest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/525919/ for the three/four word poem contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/525625/ for the three/four word poem contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/525620/ for the three/four word poem contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/525618/ Sixteen red roses.Not twelve, as before.Sixteen red roses,Left at my door. With twelve was, “I love you.”With fourteen: “I care.”Sixteen were givenTo show you were there. ~Now sixteen red rosesTurn ashy and grey... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/525615/ once upon a...then.not now.then.she cried.then, she cried.that girl cried.no.not her.the other one.she cried,because.just because.because she felt like crying.but there might be a reason.you never know.she might be crying.and it might be your fault.but you never know.is she crying?or are those tears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/525602/ I thought it would work out.It always does...                            or should.But then again, I can't control his mind.... &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/525600/ DeathIt means so muchTo so many peopleSome are afraidSome curiousBut mostMostAre worriedWhat will happenWhen I’m goneWho will care forMy loved onesWho will miss meWill anyoneMiss meWorriesClaw at their mindLike frantic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/524357/ Crystal Tears A pencil in my handBlank paper before meNo limitationsLet my mind run free A bleeding violinDripping with painTears falling downLike floods of rain A pink ribbonTied ‘round a heartSeems to hold it toge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/523948/ (a collection of short poems) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/country_chick181/523914/