http://slow.writerscafe.org/zg2002 The original writings of author Zoe Goldman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065971 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is a golden ladywho dances amid little notionsin my mindshe was a cat, at firstthen she died, landing onand squashing my happinessthen she became a paper cliptwisteddigging into saddened skinthen a girl with innocent, brown eyesand dark wavy hairrunning away with my heartthen junk food, grease.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zg2002/1501290/ I keep it from people, though I shouldn’t.That boy asking me to the dance; even from him.I am afraid to be pushed to the ground, my story written in words of fear.But they are, aren’t they? It isn’t gay marriage, just marriage.Stop, world, we are not the peo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zg2002/1452456/ Forgotten by the people who act like they care,in the mists of time, eternally stuck in the mud as I try to move,move on;They're there, blind, I'm the only one who can see, yet I feel more disabled than them.I am strapped down helpless as the people rip out pieces of my heart to keep, devo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zg2002/1451290/