http://slow.writerscafe.org/IllyChilly The original writings of author Awaken the Sleepwalker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775510277 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 So, I’m a passionate personBut my body’s still a templeDon’t try to test your limitsI am not experimental Work your way downI’ll tell you where to startBegin with my brainThen to my heart Don’t assume from my past.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/1287947/ This was my first attempt at a list poem. I don't feel great about it, but I don't dislike it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/1092835/ Are we all different?Or all we all the same? Why should we all view each otheras completely strange and foreign entitieswhen something is not the same? Don't we allhave different thumbprints?Don'ttwins not even have different features? Our own insecruity overshadow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/712889/ An attempt at Synesthesia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/712884/ She serves a table full of lustersA cup filled with desireHigh heels and a hiked up skirtThe most premisquious attireA not-so-innocent tug at the skirtEven a monk would have to gawkEyes narrowing, like a wolfhunting inside an innocent flockHe grabs her wrist and pulls her closeAttempting to force a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/563470/ Believe in yourselfYou can do anything if you Believe in yourselfLeo of the sunMay you always be strongWith your incessant prideYou are strong like a horse Wild, UncontrollableA horse that will be broken by a wheelSo small, almost insegnifigent You must fightFight to make your wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/561253/ Two people Still so youngIn sepia black and whiteArm in arm livelynessIn true loveIn true loveSuch old evidenceSuch like RomeoSuch like JulietSuch like real, true loveTill the endNo sadnessTill the endHe loves herTill the endShe loves himIn true loveIn true loveSuch old evidence .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/560848/ Based on Gossip Wolf and the Fox http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/560726/ That one upside-down pennyI know how it must feelIt turned MY life upside downThis bad luck may never yeildMirrors made of saltand white streaks from great horrorThese superstitions and Ishall engage in a violent warSo I'll break the longer wishboneand I'll carry a rabbit's footI wont lock myself aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/560691/ White lies... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/560629/ I was having trouble finding inspiration for a poem, so I thought. Why not, write a poem about inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/560323/ As lightening shone and thunder blewI am born, and in plain viewI do the dance that dancers dochanging colors, yellow, white, and blueI crash into the great unknownThe thunder is my quiet groanI know that I am not aloneto share the chaos that I know I ownI know  that I am prone to destructionmy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/560263/ Oh that's simple! Wait...No I'm wrong, must be a simple mistakeok ok, I'll just start with a clean slatehere, before I start I'll take a breakOk, break over, let's get back to workI'll take that first error with a grain of saltBut if I get it wrong this time, I might go beserk!At this point, I don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/560255/ With you I can produce such beautiful musicA marvelous, euphoric collection of soundMoving over the keys and strings quite quickthe beautiful waves whos job it is to astoundlong and lean, capable of so many thingsNever given enough credit, totally underestimatedRunning over the instruments making th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/560231/ The Islands in the Sky. The people with wings. It is called Fyeleah. For the longest time they have abided there. They don't know about the world below them, nor do the beings that live beneath know of the sky dwellers. There are five islands, but no one person rules them all. However, there is one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559849/ Her dark goldenrod hair conceals her eyes.A slight shimmer can be seenwhen candlelight catches themThe different shades of colors burn like the flameNot even words, which used to be silver bullets,can prickle her emotions like a thistle nowShe has a tough exterior. She is impenetrableShe's not livin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559843/ Threewalls, and a cage, multiplied infinitely as it seemed. Cell number4-0-2. I guess you could say+ that is my name. I've seen manycriminals come and go over the years, but no one like these two.They've truly regretted what they've done, and I don't want to seethem go... Murder.That w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559841/ People hearyou will be happyif you have yourfamilyMaterialthings do not matter.What if you don'thave anyFamilyor material things to make youhappier?Living onthe streets, begging forfood, that no onewill give you.So lonely since you familycouldn't survivewithout food.What do youdo, when not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559838/ Frosted glass, sharing the world of a crystalline jungle.Ice hangs on the branches like mildew on your pillowIcicles drip and freeze above the fireplace.which doesn't warm me any longerTwilight isn't for many hoursbut the blackness has already dissipated in the mist.A lady, tinted like an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559837/ Every time a raindrop falls it is me. My life spans for various amounts of time. One drop, my life last for about six or seven seconds. During a storm, I am born and reborn constantly.Occationally, i am saved. I will land on a leaf or a blade of grass. Oh, how I love landing on the people. Their sof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559834/ White is the splash of a foaming ocean wavethe laughter of a newborn babethe sensation of passing with no regretsWhite is the taste of sweet tranquilityThe first time with the person you loveand mouth watering sugar coated candyWhite is the scent of sweet vanilla filled airstaring into clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559832/ I am adopted, but this poem does not reflect my views http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559830/ I am...The smallest book on the shelfHalf a sandwich in the back of a fridgeA random rock in a river bedJust another star in the night skyI hold the most informationI can feed the homelessI'll be a diamond one dayI warm the people of a life you don't know aboutI may just be one person in the backgro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559403/ .An Ode. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559394/ Your hand on my wristLike barbed wire on my heartEach move more painful than the lastArguing screams echo in my headIt's obviously my faultThat's why you're always laying your hands on meNot laying, thrustingI'm desperately searching for you. No YOUThe barbed wireCannot penatrate my heart any longer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559387/ "My Love, if I put the gun to my head will you pull the trigger?"I used to think it was a matter of ,"Are you willing to die for me?"Too many people think that way now a days.I really wish I could say, "Will you live for me?"I'll live for youRather, I'll thrive for youI'll change my views and emotio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/559328/ The girl on the African Safari,Who then sees a hungry pack of lions,jumps and waves, saying ,"here kitty, kitty"The girl visiting the alligators,At the farm with no fences and deep ponds,screaming, "Come and get me alligator!"The girl always wandering the school halls,Boy meets girl and girl falls d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/558459/ I began to feel ashamed of myself.God gave me these wingsand all I can do is sit.I have very few friendsthey cannot rely on me.I sin in the corner of these slumswhen mighty wails swirl around me.The ground cracks beneath our feetand buildings crumble to the ground.I began to feel ashamed of myself.A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/558458/ This isn't really a story. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2o6t-0fU10 From the point of view of the Vampyroteuthis squid. Just two paragraphs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/558456/ A poem about Hoarding (duh) A Creative Writing assignment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllyChilly/558455/