http://slow.writerscafe.org/childofaKing The original writings of author Closing Thoughts en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986593 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 8/14/16 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1816914/ 8/14/16 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1816911/ 8/14/16 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1816910/ 8/14/16 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1816909/ I am a secondhand kind of woman.Secondhand smokerSecondhand drinkerSecondhand clothes wearerSecondhand girlfriend.My first cigaretteWas in my best friend’s minivanWhen she blew smoke in my faceAnd I kept the window shut.My first sip of wineWas after my grandmother tasted it firstTook a toast t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1538726/ Chapter Thirteen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1536948/ The air is really thick here,And my lungs just aren’t coping.I was told in 5th grade that I’m bad withAdapting to situations.But here I am,Breathing in train fumesIn the muggy station,That smells of turpentineSweatAnd coffee.You’re standing there,Checking your watch,Tapping your f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1536928/ I had another dream that night. I’m laying on the cold sand, and hear the ocean swish swash back and forth. I wish the sun would come back, but the moon smiles its sharp smile instead. “Am I ruining your life?” a voice asks. “No!” I say, in a desperate whisper. I think .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1536260/ They make me go home. My parents take the keys to my apartment and pick up my boxes of things. My mother cried when she saw my pantry. When she saw that I had no electricity and no heat and- at that point-no running water. They take my things. Pack them up along with me in the minivan. Drive two h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1536259/ It’s a week later when the first snow of the season comes; December 8th. My bones grow sharper by the day. My skin grows paler. I think about buying real food or vitamins but don’t have the money. I walk down the road, kicking through the dusty snow. I’m on my way to work. Just a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1536258/ I had the intentionOf loading this paperWith a rad storyOr a hardcore poem About humansIn spandex and colourSaving other humans(who never wore colour).I fully intended To weave exhausting talesOr men flying on cloudsAnd women halting bank robberies.And I would have had these peopleDressed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1535065/ Something is immensely comforting about a bathroom stall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529405/ The next morning I stand in front of the mirror. My ugly sinking self. I look angry and bitter and sad. I am like a little old lady who hates life. It reeks on my skin.         I take a fast, icy shower, brush my teeth, towel dry my hair and rustle through my boxes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529360/ It seems that I’m set on dying unsatisfied. I keep searching for the poem.In the morning I apply for jobs, go to interviews, and then I go home to eat clam chowder with m&ms and then I head over to the library until it closes. I find old lotto tickets under my mattress. 200 dollars’ .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529355/ I have no job.But I have some money saved. Maybe I’ll be able to scratch by for a couple months without one. Probably not. I’m hungry, and I really need a cigarette.Instead of worrying about my financial crisis I am, like any responsible adult, wandering around in a library. Eventually I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529354/ I was standing on a precipice. There were pink clouds above me, and a crowd of bright faces behind me, and an unknown amount of darkness below me.I fell in love with the precipice.It whispered to me. Lines upon lines, precepts upon precepts it goes. It told me words. It told me poetry.“In her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529353/ It rains as I walk home. It is dark too. Dark and rainy. I vaguely ponder the idea of getting kidnapped. Is it still called kidnapping when you’re 22? No, I think there’s a more appropriate word.My feet slap against the wet pavement. The street lights make the puddles glisten. I hear my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529347/ “Where can I find the casu marzu?”This is why I hate my job. And people. “What the hell is casu marzu?”Of course, I don’t say that, although I want to. But seriously. What the hell is that?I had fallen asleep just three hours earlier. The bags under my eyes are so heavy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529346/ I wake up that morning and take a fast, icy shower. I can’t find my pack of cigarettes, and I run to work, because I always run late.Through the next two days I smoke five packs of cigarettes. It’s getting worse. My lungs are probably melting. I imagine them looking like two tar pits.I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529328/ I was sprawled out on the white-tiled floor of my history class, staring at thick green mold growing on the ceiling. “Ms. Moore, would you please return to your seat?”My history teacher, Mr. Bernard, was a heavy-set, sweaty old man with a nervous disposition. He was less than pleased wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529325/ Chapter One http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529323/ It's just about people and poetry I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1529321/ I don't think any of this will make sense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1496265/ I'm afraid my poetry is taking a turn for the worst, and keeps on spiraling down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1496260/ In my dreamI am standing in a room Sewed together with cheap fabricAnd stuffed with shadows.In this roomYou sitIn your overstuffedRed leatherChair.You're in your Pink lipstickAndSensible black heels.One leg folded under the other.Clipboard and black pen.On either side of you There is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1495400/ Another more personal feelings poem written late at night (or early in the morning). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1494715/ I don't think this makes any sense. I'm just tired. But here's what I wrote spur of the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1494510/ "One small step for man, one giant leap of my heart." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1465605/ Our dalliance coaxes us into a dismal closetWhere your warm breath,Mingles with mine,And our sweaty fingersInterlace.  And while ever-gazing eyesAre bound to noticeOur surreptitious behavior I can’t see a thingBeyond fur-lined winter coats.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1463607/ "I am self-diagnosed/With self-destructive behavior/Because I am a selfish person." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1463337/ "See? This is why I never hire virgins to work in the coffee shop." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1463332/ "Everyone tells me that you aren't really gone. That you're still living inside my heart. What the hell does that mean?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1452786/ This cold is leakingIntoMy bonesThere must bea breakin my skin.But I don't careIf all of me freezesOh God,I don't even mind.So I'll lift my chinOpen my mouthAnd let the rain fall in.The world is one colorAnd that's how it should beCause I can't breathe in a billion huesBut I can inhale this con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1421411/ Trying to depict a specific struggle, but it's quite difficult to get emotions through, while making sense and being poetic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1421407/ I had to write this for English Class. I think it's important for me to remember it, because it is who I am. It's not my whole life story, and a lot is censored, but it still helped make me honest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1420525/ "There is this girl that I know. And she loves winter. And when I say that I really mean it because, Oh God, she really loves it." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1325940/ "First burns the knowledge, the revolution, the thought. Then goes the freedom, the worship, and God." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1325937/ "Every time God shuts a door, He opens a window...but in this particular case, I genuinely wanted to get through that door." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childofaKing/1325935/