http://slow.writerscafe.org/thisdoesnotmatte The original writings of author Sarah Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021464 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My tears aren’t your trophy,My madness your medal to display;Pull up a seat and watch me waste awayIn your pride’s entropy--Just wanted a little empathy,Not all this fuckery. Don’t expect me to say sorry,And don’t dare ask why--I’ve got better things to doThan let you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/2026417/ I give an inch,You give an excuse--I give a breath,You give the noose--I give my last, You give your worst--I give the tinder,You give the torch--I give my pain, You give the blade--I give my weakness, You give your hate--I give the best that I can,But you don’t even give a damn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/2026416/ Writing about a little self-harm for a little self-love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1961870/ Her skin is the color of peaches and cream,A sweet tint with a sensual taste--Her hair falls in dark chocolate waves,Though she’s always preferred milk--Her eyes shimmer in hazelnut shades,But caramel outlines the black centers’ shine--Her lips curve in a perfect pale mold, Yet she dyes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1955799/ I stole the fruit from the twigThen brought it to my lips;I tasted Heaven in a cherry tree,But he seeked the fruit of my kiss. Expecting sweet and succulent,He dragged his tongue along the sheen;He licked the glossy trail away,Transferring the shine from my lips to his.  He sampled passion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1929788/ A nude shade is a woman’s bane-- What use do I have for a tintNo more colorful than my own skin?  Nude. Whether stick or stain, it is meantTo adorn the woman and mark the man,Not disguise itself in plain sight. Nude.  How can you paint kisses down a lover’s lineW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1929786/ Written for a writing contest, in which the prompt was "embarrassment." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1909890/ Graduation is just a few weeks away! ---a series of haikus to celebrate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1909888/ Using the senses... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1909886/ Rocking chairs and wicker seatsOutline the old front porch;Chips of paint from boards and panesBlanket the old front porch�"No better debris than peeled memoriesLie in a pile of dusty snow.Each etched initial flaunts the fameOf names and lives from generations ago;My mind's impressions a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1891546/ I canstill taste the rosé on my lips- Itspilled down my throat and burned A sparklingwaterfall of wine and bliss.  The tipof my tongue still tingles, as if From abee’s sting rather than its fruity kiss- Yet, Isavor the flavor of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1848037/ Our days are numbered by health, Heaven, And disease-but still we approach time’s capriciousSystem with indifference. We rate ours hoursBy the success of our desires and quantityOf materiality which then measures The quality of our greed.   The fish in the sea only fear for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1493619/ Howling winds precede the winter rainAnd carry the night’s cry on a breeze;Only in a tempest can it be heardHeaving and wheezing, desperate to catchA gasp of air in neglected breath.A chill and wave of wind rushes through the lungsAnd raises the icy blue veins in the raysOf a pale moonlight wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1493617/ Roving eyesLook to the summer sky,Shining and shimmering Like the gleaming, gilded sun;Warm rays wander the earthAnd burn in abundant beauty,Too stunning a pagan deityAnd blind to the idolatryTo grant a glimpse to the eager eyesGrowing greedy to seeThe world in the sun’s own sight.Widening eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1398804/ Did God forgetTo paint the sky today?It seems so cold,Clouded, and gray. Sweet sunrise cameBut startled my stare, For my eyes failedTo focus on a sky so bare;Sunlight shone Through the clouds,But it revealed no warmthNor color proud. The melancholy morningCould not deny The dismal detailsOf this dre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1351442/ My heart knows no bounds To him, dear lover of my better days;My heart has a piteous soundWhen my dear lover is away. It is a shame, I must believe,That dear lover has never met my eye;My own lover I never did see-At least, “-not yet,” I must sigh.Romance seems like a fairytale.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1290391/ Holy souls wear saints’ clothesUntil life makes us fully damned,Until it breaks whatever heart is found,Causes us to curse the groundOn which our feet so firmly stand;Demons prey while the godly prayFor redemption, peace, or any such thing;They lie in wait for the scarred and maimedThen anothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1290390/ Trial and error seem too real,And triumph is so faraway;Yet still you go through thisCycle from day to day.Sometimes you have to break,Sometimes you have to fallThough you try and you striveAnd you give it your all;Sometimes you’ve done your best,Yet still your world crashes downAnd forces you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1245944/ Old one... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1240473/ Gold and honey strandsTrace the crimson before me,Blushing gray behind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1237661/ The eyes are the windows,Open demons damningThe quiet heart with looksThat could tell fears and feigns apart;One can listen to the lies,But lashes long and shieldingCannot prevent the truth From escaping wide and tired eyes. Reflection is a wounded beastWith scars that mar And thought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1234788/ Sometimes I think it would be nice To fall and never be caughtYet never hit the ground,To slowly drown Without dying-To simply fade Into the push and pullOf currents encompassing meAnd dark waves taking meFar, far away-To somehow floatWithin the ocean,To flow in slow-motion.I think it would feel nic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1227811/ Two telling eyes are all which dare to speak,For lips often offer the truths others seek-Life is simple when you are but a faceBehind a shielding mask of ivory lace;The true identity is in the detailWoven with secrets, pains, and fails.You’ve hidden yourself behind this veil,Each word you brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1227807/ If I could writeBeautiful words, I’d beThe fairest of them all. If I could writeStrengthening words, I’d be Stronger than any other.If I could writeEncouraging words, I mightNever be sad again.If I could writeEmpowering words, not anotherCould do me harm. If I could write The most brilli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1227805/ first new poem in awhile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1173541/ I am really beginning to like lullabies...I think this is my third or fourth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1158455/ I want to sketch your features-Especially those hidden And known only to me;I want to paint your face On my eternal, pleased gazeTo never forget the joy it gives me.I want to carve your nameOn the tablet of my heartSo that you will forever be close;I want my blood to pump In sync with yours, one in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1152959/ another one about winter in April... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1151530/ A relatively old one...and one of my favorites! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1151529/ I will sculpt you out of clayWith this potter’s hand;At first you will be dust,But you shall rise from sand.In my image you shall be made,Created with my frame in mind;First I will make you good,Then caring, meek, and kind-I will add forgiveness to your heart,For free will is hard for all.In m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1149626/ quick write...not too proud of this. Seems mediocre...I may revise it later on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1149181/ I think the concept of fate is both accepted and denied for various reasons...It is a very interesting idea. This is my take on the general view of fate-not necessarily my own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1148655/ This is a poem about one of my characters-a forest prince :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1146319/ May the inspiration come proudly,And may it come without hesitance;May inspiration course through one’s bonesAnd put the writer in its trance.May it captivate and steal the soul,Become like blood pumping through the veins;Only then will the writer be whole,Complete and content until it wanes.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1145837/ What is a stormWithout the rain?Does it not knowEven a hint of shame When all it hasIs a proud thunder’s roll,Booming and demandingAnd as black as coal;Or a quick lightning flash,Here one second then gone the next?Does the storm truly notFeel second best?I pour out my soulSo that gray clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1144711/ Silence-Sweet serenity,Wrap me in your soft embrace;Sing for me a lullabySo that not only IBut all the world may driftTo sleep-sweet sleep. Peace is never far behind,A mother to your childrenWho rocks the babes In her nurturing arms;Sent from HeavenTo the world, chaotic In careless co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1144646/ Her fingers stretchLike shining raysOver a naive earthWhich would be in darknessWithout her master's care;She has learnt wellFrom the mighty sun,Her creator, mentor, and lover-They reign high in the sky,The clouds all to shield themIn humility's name.With golden tressesAnd scarlet lipsAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1137258/ I am a fishIn a sea of countless othersWho have prettier finsThat shimmer far brighter than mine;I am a bird In an endless skyShared by eagles to robinsThat better soar than I;I am a womanSurrounded by one million more,Many fairer, many smarter, and many kinder-Yet not one is quite like me.I am my o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1135138/ Desirous meLives only in the pleaThat longing will be quenched-It is too dear a friendAnd too strong a voiceTo be an enemy;Yet it works against meIn the most horrid,Breathtaking ways.It tries to teach Me many thingsThat otherwise I wouldNever learn;It shows me how to needAnd cling and yearn. Passion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1134446/ Insanity lives onlyIn the minds of thoseWho wish it well,Who wish to clingTo its ideas and beliefs-There is no endTo insanity, onlyThe ability to fade awayIn average’s name. Normality is too commonTo disappear and be noticedBy its absence;Yet insanity-madness-It is too strong a thing,Too .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1133096/ Generalized view of it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1132447/ A woman draped in a silver dressSlinks across a quiet ground;She is alone but does not care,The steps of her slippers the only sound.Her gown sparkles like a diamond field,The woman shining from veil to toe;The land glistens behind her brightly,Her twinkling train making her slow. Her bouquet i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1131819/ I look into the mirror and seeA darkness, an innocence,Waiting to be set free;I stare and study what reflects,Not certain if it is really me. Charcoal-colored curls outline my face, Wild and careless until they reach my chin-If only they could curl with grace,Twisting this way and that int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1131334/ There is something in the trees,Tiny, flighty, happy things;They play and flutter and prance,Dance and skip and twirl and sing.Yet very few understandThe language these fairies speak-Only after a spring rainDo words form from their squeaks;The mist draws back from cloakingTheir woods after a shower,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1131309/ Dearest, sacred rose,The world envies you;It wishes onlyTo be as lovely,Honest, pure, and true. Proud and holy rose,You flaunt your beautyIn every shadeFrom the color of Love to chastity.Petals delicateGracefully extend,Reveling in aweFrom their admirers Who praise or pretendThere is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1130564/ Feel the longing-It rises within my bones;Dare the deception-My heart has a mindOf its own,A sense of all that has beenAnd all which is to come;It beats at unsteady pacesAnd causes the rest to grow numb.Heartache is deceiving,For it clings to the rushAccompanied by those feelingsWhich should be hush.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1129197/ The rainWashes away the tearsBut can only cloakThe pain;Heartache still remainsIn the midst a storm,Pretending to disappear.It carelessly lies,Concealing the tears criedUntil dry eyes Can be true and have no needFor a rainy day’s disguise.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1129179/ Innocence, gentle cageFrom what is displayed,Lust and pain and rageUpon your mind will preyUntil your body followsAnd crumbles to the ground-Hearts are snatched, minds swallowedBy the echoes of sinful soundsIn a world desiring to touch,Desiring to steal what is hidden-They say it will not hurt much,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1129152/ Hate, confusion, passion, desire-Savage emotions most felt;Striking like match, burning like fire,Candle traumatically melt.Tranquil love, simple calm-Emotions sweet and blissful;Like gentle ice escaping my palm,Falling snowflake and crystal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1129140/ Distant souls on fire,Hands reaching higherFor another to hold,For a way to grow,Fingers entwined;No time to pine,Spirits fading fast,Hoping love will last;Slow beats of the heartQuicken when far apart,Cannot stand to be away,Do not want to stray-But what is one to doWhen forgetting how to sayI love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thisdoesnotmatte/1128757/