http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lyric85 The original writings of author Lyric en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026324 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hi, just random thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1565115/ This just kind of came to me, sorry if it's not good, I've kind of had writers block lately http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1565106/ People can be described in many ways http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1562323/ When I was walking around where I live yesterday there was an artist being paid to paint on a church, it inspired this poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1553802/ Kind of dark http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1548515/ A poem to all the people who have helped me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1548502/ 'America, America, land of the free'You chose a path unlike most others, One of democracyCivil rights'Free, country''Home of the brave'Could've fooled me'Equal rights''Best place to be''Accepting and loving''Color blind'Not there yetJust insanityHumans can be mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1548496/ We always need someone to hateSomeone to stay up with until the wee hours of the morning and debate the ways of the world with usSomeone to control Someone to use as a toothpick and then blame for the cut across the gums we give ourselves Of course, everyone wants to destroy usAnd w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1548492/ This is not a love poemBut I love youYour tender smiles know how to make me want to danceAnd as long as you keep looking at me like that my mouth won't quite know what to say or doI don't think this is a love poemBut I love youMy anxiety goes away in your presenceYour aura is as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1548487/ I was kinds mad, I was really chubby when I was younger and i found an old poem I wrote to these girls who were sort of mean to me, just had to fix up some stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1548480/ How would you ask someone to chose between and apple or an orange? Or white or red Rose both grown do beautifullyWinter or summerDreams or sanityLove or family Creativity versus being and adultImagination or logicNo in between or revoltNot the same but differentNo, not differen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1548110/ Letter/rant to my dead grandmother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1547695/ Love, whatever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1547584/ Hopeless girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1546605/ Spy. A term that's spread fear and crime ferociously through Europe for longer than I've been alive. Agents and spies, (and yes they are completely different) have grown to be everything and much more of what the world gives them credit for. Only the smartest, most sly, most noble, nible people are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1546396/ Texting while driving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1545999/ Good people are hard to find.Good friends are even harder to find.Something that truly "is delicate and rare", and priceless in that way that literally means, and is, 'priceless'So much so, in fact, that it's hard to let go of something that literally cost you 'nothing'.Nothing. Not con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1545074/ Half of me is airHalf of me is bare misconception of beauty and affection of things that don't deserve itI am disfigured. . .Although it can be hard to tellAnd whatever seems fit goesWhatever people want to see showsI might be disappearing My ears have stopped hearing what they've .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1544608/ Just a little creative writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1543947/ Little girl, little girl, let down your hair.Let them pull it up by the roots and by God I swear if you even show a speck of remorse or care I'll tie you down to a burning chair. Little girl, little girl, let them whip your freedom and pull your head bare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1543915/ "You like to watch me. I'm usually black. Sometimes silver. Of course...I mean...who needs a colored screen when you've got hundreds of moving pictures cascading to and fro my beautiful, chiseled body...All, day long?" Despite myself I laugh at Teddy's attempt at a seductive voice. He bites the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1542868/ You ask me to write about depression. How extremely ironic because I've been feeling good lately. If a few weeks counts as lately.The truth is every month or so something comes up. It screams at my heart and it pulls me into its black hole of insanity. A messed up humanity that doesn't let go... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1541427/ I don't know, I kinda had a thing for this guy that was kind of obsessed with tiny, tiny tiny girls. Like size 0. And it's weird cause I'm small, but still, he kinda made me feel bad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1541388/ This is just some of the advice I imagine I'd give myself in the future http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1539394/ A lot of people are dying, in all these wars us "intelligent people" are creating, and i mean that on fault of all sides http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1535175/ I'm being destroyed, By what I love, My sanity's, Taken more, Than a little shove,I don't know why I need it,Or why my smooth rides always turn out, Rough,If I could push it away I would, But I couldn't, 'Cause everything's not even enoughWhen I say things I'm usually bluff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1534256/ If I could hold the sun in my palm,And demand it to be cool,Have the wisdom, to make the wisest man, Look like a bubbly fool,I suppose I'd be god, And,Obviously that's not true,It's just that dreaming and hoping is something I can't help but do,I have always been a dreamer,Seen thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1532595/ I've heard a million poems like this before,It's becoming a cliche, And the idea of saying this to you, makes my brain sore,What else is there for me to complain about?What more?The thing is, I want to say I love you,But when i get the chance my words pour down my throat and get stra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1531899/ I like to say I'm braveAnd I like to say I don't careI like to say that it's not my emotionsAnd that it's life that's not fairI like to pretend that I'm a tigress,When really, I'm still a little girl in her room, braiding her hairWondering why life's shortPlaying tortuous and har.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1530993/ The angels cry,At heavens gate,They hold their tongues, And accept our fate,But then they scream, "You've lost! To late! You have no more time! We worn you hunans, we sceam in rhyme! And we can't relate! For our holiness is sublime! But it's time for you to clean the slate! To the books!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1530888/ The world is a painting, And music is my soul, The melody drives me, And the rythm has control, My mind is a keyboard And It plays things it cant afford, To say, I'd change it if I could, But I can't, Heart wouldn't have it any other way,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1530863/ Why is it that we give ourselves hate? We argue over how we'll endWell,Looks like we've chosen our own fateAnd looks like it's bigger, Than everything on all of our plates,And that's put together It turns out,That,Apparently were not birds of a feather Because,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1530188/ I guess you could say this is a novella to a novel I'm working on that's not on here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1527860/ The girl holds her pencil between her teeth, rolling the wood back and forth as her eyes move over her keyboard. She holds the button down on her phone , looking for the right song and the right artist to jar her imagination. Waiting for the words to pop into her brain, just like magic, just like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1527384/ My first crush http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1527346/ I tried this for a contest, I don't think iv ever sat down and writen one, besides for school http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1527316/ For the cities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1527294/ To my parents http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1527116/ Kinta licks over her lips as her sister pulls the key from the door. What can she do? What can she do besides sit here and wait to be killed? Lost for thought and words she sits still, she'd ask for it to be a dream but she stopped doing that years ago. It is not a dream, it is her reality. Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1525911/ If you think you know who the villain is, smack yourself and think again. I could bathe in your ignorance. Lol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1525671/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1525647/ This just came to me and iv been meaning to write it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1525386/ This is for a contest that is for descriptions of stone, I tried Lol :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1525002/ Hi everyone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1524937/ I just really started writing, I hope you enjoy, there will be other chapters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1523905/ Your roses are red,my violets are blue,signs of how things work,it's not right but it's true http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1523802/ I am not going through anything like this right now, random light bulb went of in my head and I wrote, and I got this. How? I have no idea. But this is my product. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1523476/ I don't know, when I was little, every time i'd get mad, i'd ether think about running away or try to not talk to my parents for as long as possible. I still do that last one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1523130/ A lot of kids, a lot of kids like me, who are A plus students are judged unfairly, by this test, a message needs to be shared, and, it starts with me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1522902/ All of the others clap in time,they speak in well thought out limericks,and their worlds are built on a foundation of rhyme,well,I am a prose poem,I am not lyrical,I am not sublime,I am simply simple,the world is a hundred dollar bill,well, i'm a dime.Everyone else,was made to be the mountain,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyric85/1522897/