http://slow.writerscafe.org/EverEmma The original writings of author EverEmma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995377 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Remember when we sat in the middle of the wide Kansas interstate and I said, "This road probably never ends" and you said, "nothing is forever." I believed you then because you wore tall socks with big white sneakers and used words I didn't know and smelled like campfires. But now I know tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/1044007/ Remember that day, that day you held my face in your hands and smiled, the box I gave you, in your lap. Do you remember the way the leather smelled? The smooth silver buckles? They were strong, sturdy . . . just like you. Just like us. Until I wasn't.Remember that day, when we passed each other in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/1043622/ Remember that night? That night of glittery night dreams and dew-covered skies? Your eyes reflected the perpetuity of the universe, and the shortness of life. We talked of how long the moments are, and how short are the years. Your tears were sweet, not salty, and the laughter came up from our toes,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/1042171/ This whole day was made possible by @RockDaMullet. He ever so kindly gave me VIP for Warped tour, and I am so, so, so endlessly grateful. It was the time of my life, and more than I could've ever asked for. HELLO FRIENDS. Ok. So the day started out with us in the front of the line, wait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/1016599/ LifeIs a funny thingBringing people togetherPushing them apartThe day you fiveEntered my lifeIt was as if God HimselfReached down through the cloudsAnd nudged meOnto a pathOf music Of loveOf friendsOf joyOf happinessOnto a pathWhere I discovered w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/1010713/ If I could Express my thanksI’d need a million tissuesTwo hands to claspA warm body to hold meAnd to be able to look into the eyes of the Five menWho changed my lifeMore than I could’veEver expectedMore than I Could ever expressBecau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/1010711/ I do not appearTo be someone whoscreams her heart outAt a concert For the bandShe sold her heart toI don’t appearTo be the girlWho lives her lifeFor the musicPassionRuns through my bloodI tear upPicturing myselfS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/1003454/ Quality is our enemySatisfaction is our satanCriticism is our slap to the faceKeyboards are our spousesOur readers...They are like parentsAlways having something to sayGood or badThey love usAnd we love them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/988355/ Is there a wordFor leavingLove and happinessBehindWithout the regret?Is there an emotionFor the songThat undos You?Is there a way to describeHopes and dreamsAnd a better futureWhen you Are wishing for the old?Is there even an answer? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/988349/ “One more person”, I thought. “That’sit, only one more person and I will be face to face with Travis Clark.” Itwas a warm day and my hands were already clammy from just the idea of being inthe same vicinity as Travis. 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Clark... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/957024/ What if?A painful questionBest avoidedVerbalPoisonStops the heartOverheatsThe brainMy thoughtsIn a raceAgainst myBetter judgement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/956898/ Anything He playsOn the ivory keysStrums On the keys to my heartSingsAs he closes his eyesOr uttersIs perfect To me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/956896/ Aching Wishing WantingRegrettingI need itIt changed meIt nurtured meHeld me closePromised me the starsAnd vowed to Never let goUntil it didAnd I was a flowerBeautiful andIn full bloomI didn't wiltLike everyone Thought I would...I thrivedGrew tallerStrongerBiggerBut thenTime passe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/955850/ StaticForcing too small earbuds in my earsThe familiar clickOf successNo volumePlay button neglectedShuffle?No, too riskyI don't want to missThe ones I truly loveSound barTurned to the MaximumI hear nothingUntil...A familiar voiceDrowns out the worldBefore I know itI am telling The boy I l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/955288/ What is longing to you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/947919/ There’s this feeling, that embodies all the love,admiration, and longing one feels for a single person, idea, novel, group ofpeople, etc. It feels like flying and falling at the same time. Your heartswells and you feel like crying and screaming at the same .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/853221/ HoofPrintsOna snowy eveningTheman in the red suitHasyour wishes Inhis sackCookiecrumbsOnyour tableSoundasleep in your bedAred glowUponyour roofWaittill morning   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/838849/ We leftBut our relationshipRan between the linesIt was never spokenBut you, You saw it.We still,make each other laugh.Our jagged edgesStill manage to fit.Despite the many grasps,That tried to pull,You away.But you never noticed,When I, I was left behind.But when I finally,Have you to mysel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/814115/ However the image entersIts force remains withinMy eyesFour cavernsEach of a different fateThey surround an audienceOne burns with heat And the licks of flames spit outwardLighting the crowd's facesAnother with ice and jagged edgesSending chills through the already shaking bodiesOf their preyOn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/788511/ Basking in the guiltOf my own egoI rummage throughThe ashesOf my own spiritTrying to find passionIn what used to be What embodied meI can feel soil Falling over my headIts over http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/779009/ I'm delicateFragileLike sugarI crumble easilyIn the handsOf the ones who care for me mostYou can't pick up the piecesSo you all start overAnd leave me on your solesBut eventually even that slight stickWhen you walk fadesAnd I am nothingUntil someone sees what you once saw in meThey start with only a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/776281/ For Devon's Picture This contest; my first entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/763288/ Pen    By:Emma Anderson 6/20/11 Blue pilot penThat was foundIn a messy desk drawerThat struggled through math equationsThat pretended to do workWhile really doodling That made my untidy scrawl beautifulThat s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/762465/ The thing about icebergs is... They are likeWatching lifeFrom the outsideYou only seeThe surfaceIt hidesAll the LiesThe secrets The painsThe sacrificesIt depletes Over timeJust likeOur livesWe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/762464/ I remember that feelingThat warm summer nightWhen I saw my name in lightsAnd I realizedWhat I was born to doI now chase that feeling Like an addict and alcohol It fuels me To keep spinningWordsAnd storiesI run after itTripping and stumblingSometimes falling flat on my faceAnd staying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/760373/ Wave      By:Emma Anderson   6/22/11 A wave of freedom washes overOver from the dreaded gargoylesAnd the willing man     Willing to let them devourHis snowy beard And searching .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/759397/ My Hands   By: Emma Anderson 6/22/11 HandsHow I loveyou soYou take my heartbeyond the skinAnd my warmthto othersYou provide physical closenessWhen words are not spokenYou offer gentle salutationsfrom afarAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/759396/ Mid-life Crisis Dream Car          By: Emma Anderson6/24/2011     Have you ever had a product that was either too small or toobig? Yes? Are you tired of one s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/759393/ I Am Free Monologue         By: Emma Anderson 6/29/2011     I am free! (Fist up) They can’t lock me up like amangy dog, no more. They can’t tell me that who I am or what I look like iswro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/759389/ ThatOne Group        By: Emma Anderson6/20/2011      Evenin the farthest reaches of rural expanses there are schools and in thoseschools there are, inevitably, social groups. Formed by chanc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/759388/ Lord, please answer my callNot with fire and brimstone,But with Your love and passionFor I am scaredFrightened,Like a small childPlease, hold my handTell me it will be alrightTake me into the lightWhere we can be togetherAnd I shall never cry againAnd all will be wellBut if tomorrow bringsDevastatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/733091/ All I wanted was to be trusted. I didn't mean for it to end like this. What did I do? Somehow when I woke up on January 5th I decided to.....See that's the thing I don't know what I decided.I woke up here, in Brookfield Mental Institution. I only know because of a small sign over the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/724728/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/724720/ The star's wizened points,Fading as it grows oldCreasing and wrinkling togetherAs one endless universeAn angel's statureFalls down in ache and painThe mirror's shards,Pierce her marble fleshAging is life's gift to you,For making it this farBut punishing for the ones who didn'tIn the cotton sheets of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/724587/ Stones in my stomachFinger's tips up my spineA Chesire Cat smileIn the other direction,My feet take meA fleeting image of a top hatCarnivorous rose budsHungry for pinky fleshRed petals cover my dressA Prince waits for me Beyond the Pool of TearsAt the aisleInto the looking glassThe continuum sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/722394/ Your green eyes,Fill my heart with joy, Your lively smile,Brings a laugh from my lipsWith your easy humorAnd loving gesturesMusic shall come From your familyAs our strings ring,the power of the notes come throughWe are walking in the Fields of GoldAnd marching through St. Charles AvenueThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/688331/ A mystery of it's ownLace veil atop the wedding cakeA small figure peering out the topGone, bow tie and allHeels kicked offChampagne pouredBubbles flowing,From the glass's stained sidesBlush wiped offAn initialed handkerchiefA useless promiseThe pastor sits and crys"I do", she saysFingers crossed be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/685581/ I am not your red velvet cakeI am not something hidden behind layers of disguiseFor what I really amIs not sugar coveredI have a hard biting edgeOf cinnamonTry eating a spoonful of thatYou'd be surprisedUnderneath these chocalate eyesIs a hard centerBut if you have the patience You will melt my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EverEmma/656486/ There once was a red brick cottage and it sat austerely atop a grand hill. 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