http://slow.writerscafe.org/95aprilfiction The original writings of author Kasey Miriam en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992435 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear former close friend,You were supposed to be thereA concert, my dad wentA trip, a big trip,I was alone. It was paid for.I cried that you weren't there the entire weekLet down againI loved you7 years I listened and begged for you to move forwardI thought something finally gave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2941996/ About my daughter coming onto the world Written almost a year late http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2925725/ In life timing is fickle And not your own Nothing happens in your time It happens all its own Controlled by power beyond comprehension How things are meant to be We may never understand why Due date April 13th And daddy has to be away.We pray you arrive a little early But know t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2878432/ Gwenivere my dear you'll be here in April I was right about you tooI knew the moment you where there And exactly who you were. Your daddy is over the moon And your brother will love youYou have a big cousin who is not much olderYou've been easy on me so far All I ask is that you're .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2871061/ Just a bit of free form about carrying my first child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2817599/ The day was September 7th, 2019. It was cool and the edges of the leaves had begun to turn. I was curled up in my queen sized bed with a few blankets, a pile of pillows and my dog, max. The weekend normally time for socializing and fun, however, being eight months into a break up from a long rel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2460861/ Darkness is difficultTo move through, to get pastClouded mind's Do not hear as they shouldThe fog skews words and actions Making the mind relive what broke itFinding a person who sees through the fogand can pull you out  showing you the light you didn't see in yourself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2148744/ Every day I beg the monsters in my head to leave or at least lie idle6 years and 3 failed relationships6 years of lies and hurt abuse to my mind, my emotions and more The monsters in my head scream day in and day out Not good enough, garbage, worthless An object nothing mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2140333/ Surprise me when you finally get home.Kiss me, sweep me off my feet,Don't knock, you have a key Let yourself in while my music is loud and my back turned Hug me from behind and twirl me around the kitchen Tell me then "love I'm here to stay"And fill my heart with relief, joy and love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2126988/ In scuba the first rule is to never hold your breath. It's the first rule because it's the most important. Why? Easy it's the one thing that you can do to not end your dive dead. Even if you don't have a breath of air in the tank you exhale your whole way to the surface. Up until you breach .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2118373/ I've seen the tears you've shedThe tears of stress and exhaustionI've seen the desire to pack upCome home Get on with real life on a new footA fresh start Take two The real deal I've seen the cracks grow From having to be the strengthThe foundation Everything.Taking care of n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2114753/ The fields lie barrenGarden over grownTractor unmaintainedHis bed is empty buthe isn't out workingThe wheel chair, nor his chairHes no longer thereThere's no need now for any of the medicine bottlesThough also no more science chatsor coffee and French toast at 5 in the morningnot the way it was&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2076867/ The count down was over and he was finally at the door. When I opened the door to say hello he didn't waste a second. I didn't get a word in before he kissed me. The long awaited first kiss, but maybe I should tell the story from the beginning. So here we go...I met my best friend in first grad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2067781/ There he sat,Just two seats in front of me.Not just in math,but in French too.He was my good friend then.And to this day he is my one, true best friend.That year in a way was the beginning,2008, the last year of middle schoolIt was the start of a seeming endless cycle,that we only now just noticed w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2067757/ So there's this guy I've known most of my lifeHe's got the brightest brown eyes I've ever seen And chocolate brown hair to match Artist and funny, he's a bit of a jack of all trades He's sweet and kind and has a gentle side, but still is a rough and tough man There's so much to him that he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2064014/ It's always a hard battle The head vs. the heartBut add another level The head battling itself and the heart Simultaneously But the heart is equally confused Love is complex. Love is not fair. What I have should be enough. I am happy But is it enough?How can happy still fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2053909/ "Please don't do this" I stumble out the words."I told you not to try to stop me. No one has told me a good enough reason to stay" The voice on the other end of the line was distant."You haven't heard my reason yet!" trying not to cry on the phone."So tell me" he says almost annoyed. "You shoul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2041677/ lines in the sand.that's all a life is one line for one lifeBut these lines would never be straightno life can be lived so easyTwisting and turningstemming to dead ends roundabouts and turnarounds with no way to avoid though life looks as though we have choicesits just one stroke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2041456/        The morning began with a light breakfast before the sun was up. The children and their father had commenced their new training at the breakfast table with the culture of elves. After they all finished their meal, the four of them went out to the training grounds in order t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2039872/ I once called you my knight in shining armor. That although in the context it's often used is right is far from how I feel… the best knights armor isn't shining. They've fought they've worked and their armor is worn and dented. You are the brightest star on a moonless night. You're a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2028263/ I thought it would stop after college started Then I thought after I found a career I'm sorry to say That feeling Where the ground is far awayWhere you're falling Endlessly The sky blurring as you tumble That feeling wher you're held to the ground By only a kite string .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2019064/ Here I lay Unable to sleep With just my thoughts To keep me company Or maybe to torment me I think of where I was And who I used to be The friends I hadAnd jump forward to now From each past moment To who I am Where I am And the people I have Around me And when. Now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/2003504/ you'll always be missedfrom your ol' Irish songs to your comic storiesyour last words..."now be good Kissy"tattooed across my heart I hope you've found peace I hope you're healthy nowOne day I'll make you proudI promise to be good but promise me when it's my turn be the first to greet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1989162/ yin to yangsun to moondark to light one without the other incompletehe and Itwo halves of a whole only separated by time and spaceeven apart inseparablewaiting for sweet reunion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1989159/ I love him trulyI love him wholly he may be far offbut even still he handles each of my faces the good the bad and the uglythe anxious the scared and the sweethe handles me when even I cant handle myself sweet and caringhe is my sunshine and blue skies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1989157/ some days my deari miss you more than the moon misses the sun even as he shines brightly on her face from so far awayeveryday I love you more than the yesterday before just as a tree grows stronger in time  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1989154/ a poem a daykeeps the madness at baywe make our time busy with rhyme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1989153/ I hate how hard goodbye isI can't stand how much I miss you,Before you're even out of sight I hate that when I see youIt's never long enough It's so lonely without you hereYou mean so much Seeing you smile makes my dayThere isn't another I'd rather spend my timed withYou are the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1985972/ I long for the daysWhere we come home To each other When the end of each day Is laying in your arms Your head resting above my breast Being able to listen to each other's heart beat each evening. Waiting for the day that our lives can intertwine Is much like watching an hourglass.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1985226/ My first, first kiss was something sweet Kind and warm CaringSlowly turned bitter,Became forced and soul suckingTwo years, i was stuck being drained,An emotional vampire.My second, first kiss one I though was in healing,He found me pretty, though I was broken and lost. That quickly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1984378/ Writer's block for months on endPages scattered on the floorIdeas strike and dissipate just as quickly The words that do not grasp emotionSelf inflicted hatred,Another page thrown to the groundWondering why even botherLater apologizing to the words,Its about passion and expressionNot whether it goes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1979390/ What I once saw as real I now know as misplaced hope And forcing feelings that were not there. Real isn't effortless Real isn't head over heels. I now know real love It can be difficult It has it's rollercoaster moments It may not be rainbows and butterflies But damn is it wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1976560/ Dear officer, You don't know me and I don't know you. But with that being true I still have more respect for you than anyone will ever know. I know that you have loved ones that are happy to see you come home at the end of each shift. I know you have a job where people either hate you or b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1896709/ My oh my How the mighty, fallBrought to their knees By the queen Beheaded by his own arrogance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1637242/ Some times life hands people a second chance. A chance to meet someone over again Or maybe to right a wrong you've done What ever the case may beNever pass up that chance It's a grace and a blessing To be given a clean slate In any situation.Who knows what will come from chan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1636977/ voices in my head, unanimously agree, hang on to this one. I've always thought,everything happens for a reason. Still I say the same. Hold on and wait,for all will sort out in due time. Picky and waiting for something to feel right. All comes in due time for the patient .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1612772/ I've always had: My feet on the ground. Head in the clouds, Eyes on the prize. And heart on my dreams For I have:Strong willDeterminationAnd prideI have seen:Many wonders And many ills I have lived: In a rapidly changing world I think: Differently And openly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1607482/ Some days Inspiration lacks Those whereHands are slow The nightsWords cannot fallEmotion grows tired Yet one faint image A cotton in the wind Something simple And beautiful The bright moon Full and gleaming Smiling behind branchesLike a girlShying away. Such won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1597655/ Isn't it funny How new bonds can form,Seemingly out of nowhere.Like van der Waals forces, Introduced between new people. From out of the woodwork. People enter others lives, Creating new friendshipsAnd sometimes more.These connections Seem to happen moreWhen the wood work is thought abo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1548462/ Open field of grassYoung siblings play in the summer. Water gun and a bucket,They splash and play. Grandpa watches with his camera raisedHours of fun at grandpa's houseHe says "ready"They know what that means Time to pose for a picture.I spun around to look at grandpaLost my bala.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1479613/ Milk, butter, eggs, Seems like cookie time again. Sugar and flour, We always go overboard. Cookie trays as presents, Don't forget the ginger,Fourteen different cookies, And three weeks later. Several trips to the store, To get the ingredients for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1479584/ Women like her didn't care what men had to say. Marie Curie a lady, who was Polish like me,Studied science in her home. Radioactivity, her main focus,Would truly be the death of her,ButWith her husband by her side. It mattered not what people thought,Women too are smartAnd we will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1479578/ my first truely complete short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1479305/ It's not something that you can buyNor can it be gifted to you by anyone elseIt's something that you make yourself A way to perceive the life you live With help from the people you surround yourself withThe give and get of support Making changes in yourself To make life enjoyableEver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1461997/ Not what you'd expect http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1460945/ A work in progress. consider this a sneek peek. Its a steampunk story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1460922/ Feathers fallen to the ground Left by birds newly grownsing song notes flutter the airSummer sun sinks slowly letting the moon greet the facesin the warm bright nightSilent as the night sky the owl fliesto begin his huntand to end his night the bright red sun kisses the hori.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1408007/ Flowers      Bloom             Grow   DieThe beautiful cycle of lifeFallows every wake of lifethrough each dayGreeting mornings with pleasent smiles So the end may be met as if it were an old friendKasey Miriam 2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1408004/  Little river flowsFrog hops from rock to lily plop frog in the waterKasey Miraim 2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1408001/ I lost a dear pet today so I wanted to write him a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/95aprilfiction/1390542/