http://slow.writerscafe.org/AltoAbby The original writings of author Kasey Jones en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984221 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She listened to the engine cut off with the finality of a toilet flushing.Now what?She got out of her car for the first time in six hours. She started walking towards the guardrail on the other side of the empty road. She heard her footsteps get faster and faster and then there it was. The sky. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/936780/ The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts never quite wish to. Dodie Smith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/824467/ As a wide-eyed little kid, you probably used to be afraid of the dark.  Now you're afraid of what you'll see if you turn on the lights. You might catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You might catch a glimpse of that angry person who questions everything, that numb person who feels nothi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/814783/ He was always finding limits and stopping at them, afraid of what he'd do if he ignored them. Afraid of what would happen if he broke the rules. If he said no to being constantly beaten down by his own reluctance to push past where most have gone, to be the lonely distant point on the graph, kept s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/814761/ "Wow, you're all grown up now," he said with a slight frown that was meant to look like the face of a focused driver. "Yeah." I didn't know what else to say. I wanted to tell him that yeah, of course I grew up. That's usually what happens when time goes by. Did you forget all that while you were in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/814750/ They say he's a drifterLike a plastic bag in the wind.They say "Look how strong and straight his back isAnd how high he holds his head,Kicking through snow with his combat boots.He'll keep going til he's dead."You want to make eye contact with him.You yearn to see deeper into his hooded blue ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/814748/ Graham loved the bus station air. it was electrified with the hopes and regrets of every set of lungs that breathed it in. Kept separate, kept pure by some imaginary barrier between this, this oasis where the thought of a fresh start was allowed to grow, and the rest of the world. He realized it ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/783295/ It's not where you are; it's who you're with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/781121/ It’s wonderful to besure of a thingThe way I’m sure ofmusic. “It’s a universallanguage,” some say,Linking musiciansevery day.Wherever you go, it’sthe same.Purely joyous people;music is to blame.Like the sound ofbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/743805/ The back of yo' head is ridiculous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/732972/ There are phrases, bits and pieces of poemsThat've been floating in my head for days.I need to get them onto paperAnd make something of them.I feel like a mama bird pushing her babies out of the nest, Hoping I've done enough so they know how to become something great.My pen is ready, like a talon wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/732971/ I like the carefree, beach party safety net that is reggae.You can turn off your tired mindAnd let the words flow over your soul like a cleansing sunrise.Don't forget about the constant back and forth of guitar twangs that are so easy to dance toThat'll be there for your mood to crowd-surf on,Back u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/732969/ Sadness is liquid.It seeps from the heart and pools in our eyes.Gushing like the dam broke when someone dies.Soaking through to the surface when we discover lies.Sadness is liquid.Emptiness is so hard to explain,Like the way twirls of smoke fascinate usAnd how we sometimes fear trust.Just like my ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/658015/ I wrote this recently while on vacation in PR, but I can't think of a title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/658014/ Don't lose your inner dancer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/609916/ ....But if you hit hard enough, eventually you'll break through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/600040/ Dry grass in the wind,It rustles, making music.Beauty is simple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/600038/ Stars brought down to Earth.They form a pure white blanket.The snow brings much joy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/600037/ Half his wardrobe's from a t-shirt gun.He starts family feuds just for some fun.Cigarette smoke follows him aroundAnd he won't put the toilet seat down.He can never control his daughter.His wife wants things he's never bought her.His son's almost as bad as he isAnd his father isn't a math whiz.It's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/599611/ This is a revised and hopefully much better version of a poem I wrote for 7th grade English using words cut out newspaper headlines. I didn't like the original version since I had to dumb it down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/599248/ ...I don't even know what this is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/596412/ Wrinkled skin holds togetherYears of salt, wind, and weather.Knowing eyes have gone through morePain than most, they still adoreSilky waves and starry nights.Spends his time searching for lightsThat will signal his safety.He'll no longer fight the sea.Until of course the next time.He'll return, for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/596399/ The ebb tide leaves us,Looking for a better life.While we stand alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/596398/      Rajon was dead. My brother, the peacemaker, the only kid from Dawson High School headed to college, some fool killed him. Nobody could make any sense out of it. The wise but scruffy men who ran the newsstands scattered around the neighborhood didn't even have anything t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/595908/ Children fake obliviousness, kicking a deflating soccer ball.Laughing too easily, desperately trying to forget what they saw.A fading man, who once knew love, threatens to dissolve into the wind.He feeds the ducks his last slice of bread, desperately ignoring his sins.Woman with a forced smile teete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/593792/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/589015/ Hmm... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/587110/ Um, yeah..just a little poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/586940/ Misty night, here comes a fright.She had no idea. Just more to fear.A car door slams, gun in his hand.Steps past puddles, drunken thoughts are muddled.A window is shattered to shards.Giving up was never this hard.He's already convinced. This deal's a cinch.Pulls the trigger, red bloom grows bigger.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/584901/ Feeling numb, I watched the clock, Heard the measured beats, the tick tock.I waited days for five minutes to pass.A cloudy haze veiled my mind, a clear thought came last.It echoed through my waiting mind, sounding so divine.It broke down locked doors, challenged reality.I heard the voice of rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/584852/ Formerly known as 'Leave Me Alone' and/or 'Integrity'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/584562/ The silence speaks volumes,Under billowing plumesTrapping quiet, still air.Across from me sits you,Behind me, the water so blue.Spongy dirt supports our world.The wind blows through your hair,And I can't help but stareAt the dark brown curls fluttering.Your eyes, best described as greenish gray,Make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/584556/ Old Spice, it smells so nice,Floating in the breeze, to me.The scent of dirt mixed with grass,With a touch of sun,Spreads in waves through the humid air.You smell like life.You smell like summer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/584554/ Just wrote this for fun and to think about my priorities, I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/584479/ Based on a few true stories about the same group of kids. I just put them together to create the general image that I now have of them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/578799/ I love my friends. :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/577306/ I guess this is set about 20 years in the future. I wasn't really planning on that originally, but it makes more sense for what the story became. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/572843/ This has been in my head for awhile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/572696/      Bartholomew was a very peculiar fellow. He lived alone in a very small house that looked out over the docks of London. At almost any time throughout the day, one could look into the only window of the tiny house and see his round face peering out. Bartholomew lost one of his legs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/572673/ I've seen more spine in jellyfish,More heart in tin men.If you don't stop manipulating,It'll go down the drain again.Don't even try to complain.I've seen bullies with more devotion,Apathetics with more emotion,Go ahead, make your potionOf lies and stretched notions.You don't scare me.Rough gems have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/570642/ This isn't about insomnia, but I wrote this around 1AM, and it actually makes some sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/570458/ Lazy days are wasted.Life could be tasted.Instead our dreams are lambasted.You took my hand,Helped me to stand,And now you understand.I need to get away.Or my life will go astray.Help me break away.Now buy two tickets,Don't over-think it.We'll take this bit by bit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/568590/ The group consisted of Adam D., the toughest kid in school, and his nine or ten mindless minions. Adam was taller than me, and stronger. He had long, curly black hair and cold, grey eyes. His gang was mostly made up of smaller kids who wanted protection, so they followed him around all day. They wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/568191/ "Jimmy, wake up. We have to go to school now." I woke up my younger brother as nicely as I could at 5 in the morning. Jimmy was slow, mentally, and it took him longer to get ready. And, we had a long walk to school ahead of us. The school bus didn't come this far, and we couldn't afford to go to a f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/567710/ Life sucks sometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/567682/ Hopefully this is somewhat more sophisticated than the average acrostic poem. It basically wrote itself. There was no writer's block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/565921/ In my flashback, it had been my mother saying those words as she walked through the door. But now I was brought back to reality by Jeremy saying them. He waited patiently as I slowly turned in my bed to face him. The scared look in his eyes shocked me.      "So, like I said, ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/560701/ For a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/556270/ I could hear my heart pounding as I stared back into Jeremy's eyes. "W-what was he talking about, Jeremy?"Jeremy looked at the floor, like he was expecting the right thing to say to be written there. He sighed and said "I don't know. I wasn't on the phone with him." Is Jeremy pretending not to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AltoAbby/552985/ The midmorning sunlight streamed in through the plastic window blinds. Jeremy was now nowhere to be seen. I felt an emptiness inside. Not from hunger, but from guilt. It seemed like my fault that Jeremy and I were no longer on speaking terms. 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