http://slow.writerscafe.org/laRagazza The original writings of author laRagazza en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Kiss my lips and read my mind,tell me everything you find.Take my mind and set it free,conduct my thoughts electrically.I want to feel your hopes and fears,we'll know each other through the years,but life is short and we are young,all we know is teeth and tongue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1368344/ Will you dry my normal tears?Will you ease my average pain?Kiss away my cliche` fears?Though the world agrees I'm sane?My friends are just content to sitand watch me cater to their aches.Their doctors told them to admitthey needed help. They could not wait.Make me see just what I'm worth,you have an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1367380/ Your memory is leaving,I cannot see your face.Is this part of grieving,or is it an escape?Sometimes I can hear youcalling out my name,telling me to "Hurry!We're going to be late!"or "did you clean the basement?and mop up all the floors?"These memories, they stab me,like sharp and flying swords.Or ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1367378/ Springtime, please, just go awayand let me live in yesterday.Things that shine in frozen fieldsare duller next to nature's yields.So let me revel, let me weep, in Winter's icy arms, so sweetDon't blind me with the sun's bright rays,my solace comes on cloudy days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1364502/ I am lying on my backstaring at the starswatching as they suckthe light from the universe, pulsing,like leaches,and I wonder why I do not feel happywhen I write about happy things. I realize that I am like a starbecause I am a leach, but instead of glowingI write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1364500/ I really, like, just gotta saythere's nothing wrong with kids today.Though we use words that you don't use,It's just the language that we choose.Art can come from anyone,and take it's form in any tongue.What matters is the thoughts expressed. Our culture's proud and at it's best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1362268/ Introvertedmerely meansthat one can wait to share.Disconcertedfriendships formwhen one's tongue  has no wall.Misinterpretsilence ascoldness, we don't care.Don't be hurt, itonly meansour standards differ, that is all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1362266/ Introverts do not exist.Everybody talks.As to 'who', standards vary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1362263/ I look into heaventonight, as I stay awake and tend to the fire,watching my children sleepon the soft, cool grass.I have many children;one for each star.One son, though,is hundreds of years away.He's looking at the heavens, too,but with a telescope instead of his eyes.He says the stars are all just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1362261/ How hard I try, in vain,to have something my own,but even when I cry, my tearsI share with half the globe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1361093/ Flying high, up to the sun,in unearthly, noble daze,mind and body finally one,mind is cooked by cosmic rays.Such the writer writing strong,writer girl who loves her craft,writes for days and nights so long,writes so much, forgets to laugh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1361089/ This is really cool!!! (Just saying...) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1360675/ I have no idea where this came from, some dark, unexplored corner of my mind, I guess. Or just my imagination. Let's hope it's the latter:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1360671/ This was a really old poem I did, I just thought I'd put it up here for fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1357895/ I added meter to one of my earlier poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1356474/ I was trying to capture the feeling I got when I was in the Italian Alps http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1350838/ I know it's not a creative title but it's NOT your average writer's block poem! (at least I hope not:)) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1348421/ I'm not hungry to write.There is no such thing.I'm hungry to read, to live and to learn. To get full of all the information coming in to me through my senses,And digest it into thoughtsthat will crowd my mind and beg to flow out from my head to my arm to my hand to my pen to the paper.I've had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1345897/ Little Tammy Warner loved to dream,The only thing made real by her own hand,and from the best adventures she would glean,the sights and sounds to make her Neverland.An apple in a tree from which some swipe,The world around she never understood,When mean and unknown hands picked her unripe,She closed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1335234/ I know the title is technically plagiarizing, but I couldn't publish it without adding a title! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1335233/ Who's sitting in the laboratory chair?The hero who has come to save the day?Or maybe it's the girl with flaxen hair,Or damsel in distress, I dare to say?A man, all dressed in white, comes in the room,Arrays of clear glass beakers are all hisHe eyes the labels 'fear' and 'death' and 'doom'"Now let's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1335230/ Machine guns are like crickets in the night,Tracer bullets, fireflies, wiz byWe're bloody, torn, and hurting, still we fight,Don't ask the cause, we couldn't tell you why.Our minds don't answer Politics' faint call,We're way too busy seizing a next breathThen, there's the most tortured of us all,Who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1335228/ With new shoes made of leather on her feet,the Little Mermaid walks along the street.She feels as if she's weightless, walks on air,with shoes she split her mermaid tail to wear.She smiles at every single passer-by,that's nice enough to look her in the eye.One thing she never learned about this plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1335226/ My eyes gaze no deeper into the face in front of methan the dark black mascara covering the girl's eyelashes,than the sparkling red dress that sits well above the knee,than the look in her eyes, smoldering like bright ashes.She turns to the side, making visible her profile view,and smiles a smile th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1335219/ I can see On your faceWhere your youth had been.Bright green eyes,smile lines,light red rosy skin.You sit there in despaircounting downevery tearthat falls from those green eyesto your tangled hair.You look outwith a pout,face behind your hands,looking forjust one more,one more who un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laRagazza/1335217/