http://slow.writerscafe.org/CrysBirmingham The original writings of author Crystal Overmeyer-Birmingham en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981027 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We found out that we are infertile in October. This piece came out of a lot of pain and heart break http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1865536/  Colliding Falling into your gravitational pull We skirt around felled treesAnd misplaced debrisAs you uproot me.Clashing teeth and tangled limbs You flash a category 6 warning into my Disheveled hair Whispering of a calm Promising relief to come I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1827980/ “You are not like the other girls” You smile as though you are the first to say this Eyes glazed You wave your hand as if to wipe out all my sisters fromview “You are not like the other girls” What if I like the other girls? I know this is a revoluti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1826285/ Like ash I float Burned up HollowI grasp to cling to the physical As I crumble and flake apart  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1791257/ If words were beats your fingers plucked a prose and strummed the lines reliquary in form your poetry washes me anew Promises of tomorrow the serenity of today the sacredness of yesterday sing to me of far off places where only we exist and i will ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1727685/ the proverbial pecking order like the birds from finding nemo I stand on the chopping block As society chipped Mine! Mine! Mine! Taking handful I am left with holes With the discarded left overs The unwanted clunks of flesh That they deem inappropriate for audienc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1705508/ There is a valley that lies between us now in the bed where we sleep vast and barren trenches of pillows define a battlefield of sheets. Fingers like stray bullets infiltrating enemy ranks smooth caresses seeking a counter attack and on the battle rages&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1695364/ Today I broke a dish You smiled and called me clumsy Hand out you helped sweep it upand I walked away Done Clean Finished You pick back up your book But in me a snake tightens and as I walk away  I feelthe hiss starting      “Idiot&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1691094/ Grow old  with me and one day while we rock on our porch we will expound about the glory days of love. You will reminisce on my dark hair and frecklesI will weave a tale about your wilder side and at our knees our grandchildren will anchor themselves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1687657/ In a world where pain is beauty and suffering is fashion you make sweatpants look sexy. I crave your messy hair  and unabridged authenticityholding out your handyou say there is nothing more attractive than a woman comfortable in her own skinI smile rolls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1684983/ I would keep you in a cottage by the sea Blue curtains breathing with the breeze Wild flower crowns and pebble shores I would gather you close I would hold on tight Knowing that this moment the glass jarwould shatter would crack Like a bomb&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1668709/ Friendship is the hardest to lose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1657815/ my attempt to express what its like to be an introvert working in customer service http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1650571/ In dusk's sultry poolWe shred the day's saltinessAnd exchange Thier weight For the buoyancy of Each others embracePraying the ripples We make tonight Last in til the The red of dawn's light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1647127/ Mark 5:28 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1632000/ Sun sprinkles drenching our skin dripping on our souls quenching our thirst  with golden hues and splashes of greens we hide from the tempest inside a fort designed by our lips and tangled limbs grabbing at my hip drawing me close all the while whisp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1627939/ Your words Changed my mind But not my soulUntouched Unscouredby the lie you dangled like carrots from your stick like rhymes from your lips You smile than saunter on All too aware ofthe smolder you leavein your wake I reach out and try to grab th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1595226/ I was asked what I find beautiful, What i would want my legacy to be... this is in response to that simple yet totally complex question http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1582582/ I use to swim in this pool with you Cool and refreshingWe drank in our youthfulness And splashed about in the waves of ignorant bliss Cannon balls and Marco Polo we grabbed life by the hands andwatched as the water filtered out. Clear and clean chlorine now clogs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1581693/ Your words stuck to my lips and color my worldTry as I might to brush the crumbs from my mind You linger You permeate my senses And cling to my confidenceYour anger clouds Your ill temped turn of phrase bloodies my nose and blackensmy eyes I hear your tone in ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1575524/ Flash of teeth and snarl of wit You push aside your humanity To bask in the glow of your hard won conquest  With padded feet and stealthy swagger You caught me off guardCaptured in nature Bagged and tagged You placed a collar and tried to tame I followed, meo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1572650/ The Letter                  By thetime I had meet my grandfather he had been sober for 10 years. A tree of a man,he stood 6 foot 4 inches and forever had the lingering smell the peppermintcandies he chewed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1568701/ If you had asked her she would have told you that she was aday person. The sun made the monster of the ink black less scary and more manageable.The light gave her a sense of purpose and composure that its successor deprivedher. She would say this safety and assurance was the cause of this pref.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1562907/ Close your eyes and let me sip the dregs  of our love from your lips.Ill try to believe its the heady wine of yesterday. Hold tight me til the last remains are squeezed free and ill act as though i am filled again.  Rest your head&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1562894/ Summer heat flees chilling our tangled flesh I breath you exhale and so we begin again I know this paradise is not found in mountain top viewsor oasis side resort heaven on earth is found in the touch on your hand on my hip your lips on my neck&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1562889/ Once upon a time there was a girl just trying to get a taco from a taco truck... up comes prince not so charming ... the tale as old as time... only i am not the damsel in distress type... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1555465/ The Other Woman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1554832/ Brick by brick we rebuild over smoldering ashes of toxicity andCarcasses of well beaten conversations "we will make it better taller stronger" you say with a proud wolfish smile. I nod ad follow along. But can anything grow from the embered rema.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1552292/ Cary Ann held her hand out to steady herself against therush of new emotions that threaten her hard won resilience. Hours she had spentsitting, staring, stating over and over again that she was okay, that he wasgone, that they were no more. She would gingerly touch the place their loveonce .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1549853/ late night inquiries You snuggle in close wrapping your warmth toasting my core lips find my neck whispered moonlit poems melting the hard days lies I am safe here I am whole as part of you let the storm and rain flood the morning tonight i live in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1545832/ Sticky sweet I still taste your love on my fingers No matter how many times I scrub them Your scent still lingers in the rooms of my self control.Bright and Pure Your smile is ever before my eyes. Taking the shards of broken dreams and all things left unsaid I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1545349/ 3 minutes I sit and wait for 3 minutes I see a bathroom filled with make up and hair products I see mirrors I see soap 2 minutes I start to see a faint line could it be a cross? I see a future a bump a belly a lifeI see a brown haired .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1539933/ You ball up words like fists and bloody my ears and nose I stagger I stumble Under the weight of your sentences your yells your screams quick to anger quicker to beg forgiveness which i dole out like candy.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1536527/ We trample emotions like leaves both so content in getting mine that we lose ours in the shuffle of self we forget why we even try why we care. Plowing ahead with out even looking back we forge new lands and burn the past singeing our finge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1536518/ I have a very complicated relationship with my mother, the last time i saw her was when i was 18, and before that i didn't see her for 8 years. I use to miss EVERYTHING about her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1533964/ Cary Ann woke with a scream, she lunged forward , hands clutching to her heart as if the dagger she had just dreamt about was real and still protruding out of her breast. Her head spun and she raised a shaky hand to her face surprised to feel it wet with tears. Her breath was unsteady and harsh. She.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1531358/ this takes place in the past. Scotland http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1531355/ This is a story about love, but more than that its about the choices we make. Its about fate versus free will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1531352/ I lived with an alcoholic father and stepmother growing up, much of my older stuff is about trying to live and grow in a house filled with addiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1530944/ I turn Sideways and Squeeze though the iron bars of reality to slow dance with my dreams. We twirl and spin I cling to them as they send me heavenward Closer than lovers Our ways press into each other As we move though a courtyard painted by our whims.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1530943/ In truth I don't really like rhyming poetry, but this is about my husband and he brings out the hopeless romantic in me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1530936/ We dance around the truth  the ball room masquerade you tug at my hand than push me away I twirl across the floor  a solo gliding move I raise my head in pride   then trip over your dancers ego and crash land at your feet without a hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1530928/ Someday  I'll have the words to paint you all my thoughts Ill color your world the deepest blues the most vibrant maroons I'll take my fingers dipping them into life and spreading thier magic on those regular  everyday words "I Love You" &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1530912/ We twirl and spin  hand in hand hearts aligned  eyes locked I feel the thud of your beat and you count my steps I laugh you stare I feel a shiver as this just got serious   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1530905/ In our youth we sat on hills Staring down at lifeall the was shiny and newThe lies that were taught to us sticking to our lips, tongue and fingers  Smoking in half truths and coughing over the fumes The world version of the so called "Good Life" Too old to fake it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1530895/ It is raining today, the rain always brings out a yearning in me, a calling if you will for something that i cant even put a name and form too. Just a soul cry for a missing piece. This is that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1530892/ I recently had to say good bye to a friendship that lasted 13 years. This was born out of trying to explain why i need to move on. Sometimes paths fork and people choose to travel on alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrysBirmingham/1530889/