http://slow.writerscafe.org/juliaml97 The original writings of author Julia Ledo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000680 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Its funny what a mispoken phrase can become http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/2004845/ One amOne AM is like an old friend you had a falling out with. You'd like to never see them again, but you always just manage to spot them at the mallAnd you're head aches and you feel uncomfortable And you sit there and you wonder why you're seeing them again. But One AM is not an old f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/2004843/ I wanna do something amazingI wanna be world changingIve got this energy in my hands and its blazingWaiting to be set free but its caged inBut I’ve got the key It belongs to meBut I wont turn the lockCan’t let the other foot dropIm too scared, too young, too dumb And th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1998141/ Never in my life had I seen a fork dieBut this one had definitely seen it’s dayTarnished and prongs bent over with ageLaying on its backStraining to say“It is all well and good”“To touch the lips”“And then the food”“But one must do what can only be don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1910744/ The amazingly above the non existent average http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1894401/ Kiss me like I'm worth your timePull my body to your ownAnd let our skin act like velcroKiss me like I could leave in a momentEven though I won'tDon't ask me if I mindI have half to let you knowI want you to kiss me slowlyAnd never let me goLike I'll dissapear, but you know I won't.I could slip like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1893015/ I want to be the feeling you get when you listen to Ed Sheeran Or when the summertime sun kisses your skin without the air sweating all over youThat smell of dirt that makes you think of childhood overallsInstead I've been feeling like a head congestedWhen you're afraid to pop your earsAnd you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1892993/ Your smile is as soft as rain,Like if the rain was really hard pounding rainNo, honestly, it's like super forceful. And kind of awe-inspiring in a way, if you like really awful smilesI mean its not an ugly smileYou just smile so hard sometimes your face looks like a hamster trying to say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1889463/ The art community is in an uproar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1873270/ This is honestly just yelling with some poetic license http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1850155/ I like this boy a whole lot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1849551/ Of the father Of the fartherOf the son Of the none And of the Holy Spirit And of the Unclean SpiritThe sign of the CrossStops you in your tracksThe ever present pendantAround my neckThe ever present reminderI will never love you backOf the fartherThe words under y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1822774/ Its 2 am and i just want to sleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1819018/ Like, I say I want nine childrenBut I have no idea what will happen When I will stopIf I even start My body is the ultimate decision makerAnd my body is kind of a jerkSo I say nine children And it may be of some importance to find a boyfriend first But who knows?Maybe I'll be alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1816698/ Remember making kissy faces at a fish tank?Fingers smudging the glassEverytime I kiss you I think of those stupid little fishAnd smudgy fingerprintsAnd how it feels like I'm going underThe first time your lips pressed to mineOur eyes were open wideLike a staring contest with a glass wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1816678/ My body can make miracles My choices can make mistakesI can only pray That I'll never lead them astray. I can only hope to have pretty little childrenAll in a rowNine heads in countingNine lives in the worldI can only hope to have daughters That suffer little and are firm but kind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1815883/ Je sais Française simple http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1815855/ One more minuteDear, honey, sweetheartGoddess Divine on special occasionsToo little too lateApologies like crumbsAnd I am starvingThree's a crowdIn an empty roomThat laughs at meFor youRoses on the tableWiltingFiveOnly fiveI swear itSixSixSix http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1811348/ some lines that have been floating around without homes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1807897/ When I was younger the carpet was soft and blueAnd once a year I took my piggy bank from the shelfAll full and heavy in my tiny fingersAnd I dumped the whole thing outAll the silver and copper and blueI sorted them by coin in little pilesand then I made pictureslike some kind of capitalist pointilli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1807018/ If I sipped from your straw Would it count as kissing you?And if I wore your shirtCould it count as an embrace?Could I hold your hand and trace your veinsAnd count it as a win?Would you let me stay the night in your bedAnd count it as a sin?Kiss me kindlyTreat me softLet me sip from your strawC.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1794444/ My dear it's come to that hourDress in your best suit and tieYes it's our hourThe hour for us to dieDeath is at the doorPlease do let him inWe'll sit him at the coffee tableAnd discuss our every sinMy dear we've led some lifeEven Death's ashen faceBegins to show a blushAs we el.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1792658/ At a cast party for a play. I guess I'm a lightweight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1766272/ wanted to write something... this happenend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1766224/ ... I always end poems this way it seems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1719821/ Smokey eyesMystery disguiseFooling all the guysSend them a smileStay for a whileLily of the NileThey grip your hipsKiss your lipsLeave you tipsWoe to the pretty girlsLong hair, pretty curlsPersonal pearlsEntertain the foolsSociety's rulesCater to toolsThey're only caringAbout what you were wearingNo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1714205/ Just an impulseA pullA riskThe ever powerful "what if"The alarming little blip of an intrusive thoughtI could pull this steering wheelveer off the roadDon't turnGo straight over the side of the bridgeWould I press the pedal harder?Drop the glassDrop the babyBreak itBreak itBreak itTouch itTouch the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1714195/ I killed something pretty today by accident. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1702194/ My goal is to make you shakeMake you ache and quake with fearWhen I walk in a room, all eyes on meFive foot six, with heels to be six foot threeMy goal is to make you feelMake you lose touch with what's realAm I a goddess or a fairy queen?Or am I just your teenage dream?My goal is to make you uncomf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1687441/ Obsessed with this Dion hit from the 60's, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1686887/ You will always be my almostMy half full becoming half emptyThe angel's share of the best wine.My almost loverJust a minute too lateOr a moment too soonThe would be's and could have been'sAn epic love storyBut a page behindYou will always be my almostThe road less traveledThe uncharted trailThe eigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1684342/ a very dysfunctional set of telegrams for a man I hope to never meet on a bus I haven't taken, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1684271/ A true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1676070/ Warmblooded is what they called himWarm smilesWarm hugsWarm welcomesBut hot headedA little hot under the collarRacing for greatness in a dead heatSwallowed in the flamesIrrational in the heat of the momentBurning to prove himselfIdeas hot off the pressFull of hot airIn hot wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1673631/ Let me see your handLet me hold the canvas white skinA painting with a pulseThat's what you'll beMore than a pretty thing hanging on a wallYou'll moveYou'll breatheI want to paint your wristAnd make tree branches from your veinsI want to drape you in watercolor cherry blossomsAnd cover you in acryli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1672075/ Contrary to popular belief I have never felt the fingers of my own darling Intertwined in minePalm to palm Even when it's hotAnd your rings are just slightly too bigBut your clammy handsHold onBecause you both feel the gravitational pull from your fingertipsThe magnetic resistance .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1669546/ Im on a writing therapy kick http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1669291/ "Jane hardly shows her true feelings to me!"Oh 2005 edition of Pride and Prejudice Never have I been so enamored with a movie Never has the line echoed more in my mind      I am a Jane Bennet Yet a Charles Bingley I have never met So madly in love was Jane.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1669288/ Your Constellation is falling off my wall.It's a literal physical metaphorHow crazy is it thatAs you slowly peel yourself off of methe striped washi tape recoils from the glow in the dark star?And it's only Leo.Just your namesakeOn my wallMaybe you weren't meant to fit up there in my star mapI hadn'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1667022/ When college friends just arent measuring up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1661955/ A six word story"You've never seen me in love"A five word extension"I doubt you ever will"A four word afterthought"You are not him"A three word oath"You'll break hearts"A two word promise"Not mine"A word of advice"Go." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1655912/ I've got a reputation for being a hopeless romantic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1654109/ I want a oh so grateful kind of loveWith one of those out of the woodwork boysThe ones you see on those talent search showsAnd think "my God, no one would know about you"The boys that werent born in the spotlightBut deserve one so badThats what I wantI want a love that saysThank God .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1615641/ Got this idea a while back, never wrote it down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1610845/ You left a stain on my lipsWith one little kissCan't cover itWith this morning's lipstickIt's not coming offAs I sip from my strawYour touch like a tattooYou're permanent Even when I'm done with youLipstain kissesTattooed touchAnd a voice that takes up tangible spaceYou wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1541359/ I have a pair of brass knucklesFit around my fingersPut on as a habitIn case anyone gets too closeI suppose the preferable coursewould be diamond ringsFitted by memorySlipped on by himA proclamationGirl, you are lovedBrass knuckles, my damnationGirl, you have lovedMaybe that's why I'm so attracted t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1536908/ Later on that night I put them on the bedside table in my room. As if I needed some reminder of him every morning. I suppose Derek was right though, I did want them. When I got that aching feeling in my chest it reminded me that Theo was someone worthy of being missed. He could not just be forgotten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1535129/ It was sometime before I got Derek to help me with the removal of Theo’s piano. I asked him to bring a bat. There it sat in the graveyard of splintered wood and broken glass that was my backyard. The wind whistled through it’s broken body. It stood, nobly it seemed, with it’s innar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1535126/ The thunderstorm arrived in more ways than one. Dad came home at midnight as lightning lit the sky and flashed through the windows. The usual banging and crashing, cursing and singing proceeded as thunder tried to rival his volume. “Diane! Diane!” his voice slurred, shouting for me. He f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1535125/ I was there when they buried him. His mother had hugged me close and we both cried for the loss of life, the loss of intelligence and promise. We cried about the unsatisfying ending to his book. Afterwards I couldn’t be around her for a long time. He was in every one of her features. He was ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliaml97/1535123/