http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sterre The original writings of author Sterre en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776163623 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An old poem that now breaks my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1534258/ text messages i almost sent u:i kissed someone else and it didn't really suck,but it didn't feel like kissing you.it didn't feel like anything at all.how's your mom?i went on a date today and i realized i still love you even though i'm trying really hardto hate you.on the days i take the bus, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1530233/ I'm looking through your contacts. Probably because I hate myself. But that's besides the point. I'm not looking at me right now; I believe I've done that enough already. I look at myself naked all the damn time, tear myself apart, try on your contacts, cry them clean out of my eyes, and do it all o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1528088/ I dreamtwe were in Italyin an ice cream cone,comfortably warm amidstthe spring of daisies andcobble stonesolder thanthe beginning of yourhistory bookin my sugar splendorI thought that we were pink,and told you so,I told you so(the color of your cheek bonesand that thingon your shirtsleeve).. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1526089/ I was the center of the Universe-only not really-I was observing myself as the center of the Universe-the asteroid people push past metoo fast, staring too long;why couldn't I bean invisible sun?-I would forfeit my gravitational pullwith gladness,fall straight through space time-eaten by a worm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1526085/ when iletyoutouchme, ithoughtyouknewyouweretouchingsomethingimportant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1526081/ The epitome of romance is silentand staring,and wonderingwhat we're not sayingShould I kiss you, could I feel it?To ask would be to shatter ourglass windowand then we could touchindefinitely,but your fingertips          scare me-So we sitin classic quiet      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1526078/ Fragmentarylittle piece,star shatter,m&m in a trail mixmixture girl,there's a teacup chip in you;have you seen it?It's funny; it's convenient- he thinksthere's an extra bitof glass gluedto him, But no.Teacup chips are an inven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1524904/ as youre ignoring me,did you look in the cornerof your right eye?because as i was ignoring you,i looked in the cornerof my left eyeand saw you there,red hat,and i thought "i put my handshalfway down your pantsonce." did you see me there,pink hair,and think"i put y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1524803/ I can only give you my foot-and a piece of my leg,so pull my stocking sock downfrom over my kneeall the way to my toe tips,with your teethon the ruffled hem,breathe your CO2 on my chilled goose flesh,and darling, that's allyou get http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1523293/ yellow flowers and sheep-dont ask them for their names,they'll look blankly and askhow sounds keep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1518302/ i shot cupidright out of the sky'cause i think he's a prick.it's a dog eat dog worldand i'd rather be responsiblefor HOMICIDE than be in lovei'd rather eat meatloafdrenched in chocolate saucefor every meal for the rest of my lifethan be in lovecupid, the sniping little s**t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1516885/ Love me like lemons,fresh and yellow and newand beautiful.Let's make a pie of itand celebrate with sugarand icing and airy fillingto remind you of light.I loved you like lemons,a little bit of tongue and a pucker,but I guess I burnt your scratcheswhen you cut me open.Bitter, yes, but love me like le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sterre/1515980/