http://slow.writerscafe.org/gabiaimee The original writings of author gabiaimee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004856 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 compare and contrast http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2031658/ Berkeley appreciation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2031657/ I will not cry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2030906/ Needs Revision. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2019427/ Needs Revision. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2019426/ When I found him,His face was barely visibleBeneath pounds and moundsOf matted snowy fur.His body tremoredEven in the warmth of a bath,As I combed out fleas, lice, dirt,And at least a hundred burrs.He shook a little rainstormAnd bits of soapy hail,From his newly groomed snoutTo the tangles of his ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2019425/ The witching hour winds were not at all what you would expect. They were warm and smooth, swallowing my face in a rush of air, leaving me momentarily breathless in the backseat of a brand new Escalade. The Bacardi hit at least an hour ago, but I'm riding a high I haven't felt since the last time he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2019423/ Sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2019421/ Needs Revision http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2019419/ Blue-gray fog condenses on the inside of my glasses as the coolBeltane morning blends with your blue-flame breath.Endless sky stretched out before us like wrapping paperbundling us into our backyard of royal horizons and infinite highway. Our giftwas this moment, this comforting hush of oblivion in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2019418/ Who do you think you are?I guess a better question to askWould beWho do you think I am?How do you think I am?This morning I ordered a Latte and sat by myself at theLarge wooden table in the center of theRoom. It didn't feel as emptyAs I thought it would.I watched a young coupleThrough the windo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018555/ I thought I knew loveBut then I heard you laugh.I would face every day with a smile in its placeIf I could wake up to that sound every morning.I thought I knew loveBut then I cried.I looked at you and didn't want to cry anymore.You held me and the world went away.We were the world.I thought I knew l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018552/ Mine is a tale of two cities.Imagine a childhood telephone,A string stretched between two soup cans,Except I'm on both ends.My American SelfChats with my... Other Self,Wherever she may be.I left her floating somewhere over the Atlantic.America is the daughter of immigrants,The granddaughter of immig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018550/ Do their names haunt youLike echoes of the almost,Or have you sinceMuted themSo that you could hear me?Do you Rest In PeaceWhile they're in the Paradise Of another's arms?Or do they sing to youThe lullabiesOf what could have been? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018548/ From the excited bar raptureTo the tunnel that trapped herWithin its depthAll that's leftOf the joint's forte paceA steady thump thumpA rhythm, a bassWords melt into a hum of trebleThe one who stands outHe's a criminal, he's the devilI'm judgementalI'm not thinkingI'm sinkingDeeper into the tunnelTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018547/ poetry in euphoriais the verse of truthit's rough and dirtybut it's honestit's short but it's pickyit syphons out the truththe secretsthe things you weretooafraidto say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018546/ I will not lead a comfortable life.I will travel farther,fall harder,and speak louder.I will learn to be selfish,but to give selfishly.I will love without possession.I will take my timewithout wasting time.I will tinker with obsession.I will work hardat taking a break.I will remember to breathe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018545/ Somewhere between where we were and where we are going,I sit in limbo, in peace,Between you and whatever the clouds give us.The company of you and the voices on the radio are the only companions I need.We've driven over mountains:Summits with roads our car can't handleNever to be spoken of againBut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018543/ Kisses of the earth,Aftertaste of bitterness,Venture out the world,Arrive with spirit clearance.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018542/ You don't need to be quiet.You are safe.Excitement will not hurt you,Having fun will not hurt you,He will not hurt you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/2018541/ on my twentieth birthday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1992098/ Santa Cruz II http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1992096/ Santa Cruz I http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1992094/ Storm Surge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1992092/ Dec. 21, 2017 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1992089/ He's Not Yours http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1992088/ Be loud. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1973741/ I was crushed velvet and leather boots. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1973740/ Written on the back of my political science final last semester. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1968351/ Shown at the 2016 Alameda County Fair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1968350/ It was not a gift. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1968346/ Some people read palms... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1968345/ Bay Area http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1968343/ syllabic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1968342/ I do not want to be seen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1968341/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px}Those aren’t clouds.This volcanic blanket already engulfedthe north and dyed the sun in scalding blood.Hills browned befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1966734/ There is nothing so heart-wrenching,so torturous as loving you.It’s pain I put upon myself �"I endure, but I don’t want to. Your words, they sting. The blame burns, butI’d rather be hurt than unfeeling.No matter how much you wreck me,loving, on my own, is healing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1966733/ "A penny for your thoughts?" Can you not sparemore than a cent, a second of your life,to look at me before you shoot me down?Can you not hear? Can you not understand?Have you ever screamed so loudly that yourears rang with the sound of your own silence?Have your cries echoed through the empty space,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1966731/ The Art of Disassociation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1952793/ One, Two... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1952791/ You are whole. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1952789/ It's an Instagram filter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1944185/ You carry meon the backs of wordsthrough the Bay’s most concrete freestyle.The windows are downbut my spirits are up -I love you more with every mile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1941037/ You melt my heartwith chocolate eyesand the warmest, richest smile.The world is lostbeneath the sweetness,just for a little while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1941032/ If only I could write wordsthat flow as freely as your laughor the way you whisper my name.If only my prose could make you feelbreathless and euphoric,like the way you set my heart aflame.If only my stanzas were clever,you’d feel the way I do "achingly astounded.If only I could say the words I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1940479/ Empathy is letting yourself drown so that those you love may breathe. It’s taking on battles you have no business in fighting, just so that no one has to struggle alone. It’s being alone " handing yourself out in bits and pieces until there’s nothing left for you.Empathy is not som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1939288/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px}Damn you, empathy.I take in problems that aren’t minelike stray dogs off the street.There’s always one more that nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1939195/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}Her greatest fears are spiders and heights.His is losing his family.Mine?Mine is the blinking cursor at the top of a blank white page knowing it will never move forward,leaving my greatest accomplishments be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1939190/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px}span.s1 {font: 11.0px Helvetica}Last night I sat alone,staring at a blank notebookin the corner of a cafe. For the first .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1939187/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px}It’s not my fault. I’ve asked for help " I’ve led you right to it. I shouldn’t have to scream for someone to hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gabiaimee/1939181/