http://slow.writerscafe.org/AmyJ The original writings of author Amy J en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984256 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Mindsalike, time betweenWe’resisters, blue and fairWell yougave birth to me I s’pose But why gosplitting hairs You’ve gotmy nose, I’ve got your eyesNo way totell us apart Perhaps astray curl here and thereButidentical at he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2810030/ Brother brother, my only friendUpside down, around the bendRock pools, footfalls, snow and hailWe conquered all and never failedBrother brother my only friend Our fortress we'd defendBows and arrows, eyes and noseScars forgiven long agoBrother brother my only friendWhat happened way back when&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2810011/ The winter sun heavy-handedly clmbing the walls of my room.We settle into existence softly and hungrily, tugging at January's corners and whispering in February's ear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2804864/ Pen to paperTip to pageAn ancient taleA skill of ageMonumental plansEtched and drawnSummits and valleysDusk til dawnA constant companionTo those in the knowA place of solaceA pen, a soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2804863/ I long for your eyes, to lock with mine.I long for your embrace, our breathing in time.I long for your proximity, the air in between.I long for your stories, imagining the unseen.I long for your words, your wise insight.I long for your aura, copper ignite. I long for your presence, sparkling ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2768560/ The pile of dirty laundryThe garden overgrown The stacks of washing upThe plight of living alone The quiet evenings waitingThe silence of the phoneThe radio for comfortThe plight of living alone The company of novelsThe sofa, a tattered thrown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2174628/ 'How are you doing?' They ask.What do they care!'I'm fine.' I reply.They ignore my flat-tone, and thousand-yard stare.At least they've asked.Now they're rid of guilt.And I can add more bricks,To these walls that I've built. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2174559/ The clock it ticksThe seconds drift byThe minutes roll fasterBut the hours, how they flyWhatever I feelHowever I tryThe clock is obstinateAnd so I am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2174556/ How are you feeling?  (she'd ask)I'd rather not sayMy thoughts for the stealingThey're mine! Get away!You're hindering not healing  (Suffocating me, squeezing)Give heed, give spaceI'm searching for meaning But this feels like a raceDon't rush me, don't push meMy words aren't eno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2174554/ Below and BeyondYou wouldn't believeIt's deeper than it looksAnd darker than it seemsBeneath this place of nightmarish dreamsThe real beast lurks, where life begins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2174548/ I'm sad I know.A tragedy from the start.Honesty. Disguised as poetry.A multifunctional art. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2174547/ When you recognise the devil before he recognises you,That's when you know you're ready. It's time for Round Two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2174544/ I miss you today, I can’t quite say why;Can’t put my finger on it, just something inside.I wish you were here, to enjoy this with me;It’s your kind of place; the sun, the sea.I’m living the dream, I really am;The dolphins, and hammocks, and white powder sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2174173/ I’m in love with a stranger, an ordinary man,I’m in love with the tender, firm grip of his hands,I’m in love with his eyes, lost in his thoughts,I’m in love with his silence, a world between words,I’m in love with his nose, resting against mine,I&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/2174171/ Do you ever get lostInside yourselfAn empty place calledinbetweenDo you ever feelstrangeSat beside yourselfCould this really beme?Do you ever get scaredTo be alone withyourselfDrowning in silentthoughtDo you ever get lost Inside yourselfFighting a lonely war http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1685077/ Your eyes.Judgemental, resentful, unsentimentalTrack me downSly, so very deceitfulLike the barrel of a gunEager and readyAim and fireYour hand strong and steadyI fall to the floorTears stained with bloodWounded and scornedYour eyes... they won http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1467972/ Needs desperate editing! All and any criticism welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1467954/ Inspired by Phillip Larkin's 'Born Yesterday' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1467942/ Inspired by Charles Bukowski http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1467856/ forget, memories, fear, scared http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1467854/ Is losing yourself and escaping yourself the same thing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1467417/ Let me lie aloneIn a darkened roomLet me cry and moanAnd wallow in my doomLeave my thoughts to run and stumble their cycleAm I insane or simply suicidal? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465779/ Scared to embracethe mirror's reflectionScared to facebitter contemplationScared to walk alonein fear of resentmentScared to standstrong despite merciless judgementScared to front whatit is that you fearScared of yourselfand the future that nearsScared to trust thethings yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465777/ 'I don't see how thisis going to affect my life in the slightest, I really don't, itdoesn't matter to me at all, yet it's taking up so much of my timeand I just don't care, and recently you've been talking aboutfollowing your heart and doing what makes you happy and to be quitehonest, I j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465775/ You see Death as aconceptThe only way youunderstandI see Death as achildTroubled and scaredDespite hisaggression and eager, swift handDeath is forgiving,gracious and soundDeath rescues manyby silencing painBecause Death knowsfrom life, we all must be savedSaved from our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465758/ All at once it cameto meA distant thought ofcould it beA flicker of hopeA spark of joyBut I'll just carryon alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465211/ Further away I hear your callYour urge to beheardBut as your voice issilencedYour face becomes ablank pageI draw with all mymight what I hope to youBut it is a merememoryA mistaken lieFor what I rely uponis a vision of yesterdayA hope which longinghas fadedAn imag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465200/ Beating down on usLike the slaves weareBut the cool tidesoothes our backsA friend it may seemYet merely theserpent beneath the innocent petalsWe hold tightAs they crunch downon usLike a beast's jawIt is sea thatseparates usYet continuing tounite us As oneOne entit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465199/ Darkness hold meclose my friendDarkness be mykindnessDarkness is whatbrings me hereFor darkness is whatguides usFor isn't it lightthat blinds us dear?Darkness hold meclose my friend Darkness be mykindnessDarkness hide mytears againDarkness drown mysorrowDarkness hold mestrong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465197/ To protect your eyesIs to shield the liesThe truth too scared to be toldTo protect your eyesIs to cover your criesThe cries of your unburdened soulTo protect your eyesIs to hide your lifeThe life you so desperately holdTo protect your eyes Is to call yours.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465196/ I drown in my dreamsSubmerged by it'sbodyUnable to breathePanic violentlyshakes me Unconsciously dyingDeeper and deeperThe depths begin todarkenThe light growsweakerWith seconds leftStill holding mybreatheI awake in timeI awake from Death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465194/ I remember, my dad usedto sit in a tiny room filled with books and I mean filled, piles ofbooks right up to the ceiling and there was just enough space in theroom, right in the middle amist the high-rise of pages for a smallisharm-chair and a little table, home to a single ceramic plate (wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465174/ I feel the irregularrhythm of his lungsThe fight for everybreatheI feel thesyncopation of his heartThe tired labour ofhis chestI feel it allagainst my earThe right hand sideof my headI feel his empirerise to powerThen fall to wherehe rests http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyJ/1465173/