http://slow.writerscafe.org/temelend The original writings of author Tess Melendez en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775962396 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There's many a day where I wish that I could see the world as romantically as some other poets can. Finding peace and beauty in the dances of trees, birds fluttering between leaves, bees humming from flower to flower. There are days that I wish I could walk among the other humans with a clear head, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2764591/ I tried so hard,'Cause I wanted to believe...My soul could grow beautifully.Somehow, I've made it here,Only to conspire with my demons,Repeatedly, broken down by my hopes,Respite hiding from me so muchYet, I'm told I'm too young to feel as such:Bring me proof of such rules,Undoubtedly, saying someon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2764584/ Sometimes,I think about how I want to travel,Make a new life elsewhere.But, I never dare. "Just make a little more money."Turned into:"Get a better car and then..." which became:"Wait until you have a place."No, you can't see it on my face,But, these strides for consistent perfectionAs wel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479954/ He was born to be no more than a beastly king,She was no more than a blind girl,Living for a game. Brought together by his own interests,Falling slowly, silently, subtlyAs he tried to outdo her fame,Beat her at the one thing for which she'd so long lived,Allowing her to wager her life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479952/ I looked him square in the face as always,Watching him as he joked.My heart, once again, spearedon the corners of his smile,The light in his hazel-y eyes,That's when my heart spoke in a way...I'd never heard before yesterday. Pounding its fist on my ribswith a new strength,Crying out, "I l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479951/ I wonder when I'll feel truly beautiful?Not merely contented with what I've achieved physically,When will I look in a mirrorand be stunned by what I see?My goals for what I want to be change consistently,First, I wanted to be skinny,Now, I want muscle,Constantly applauded for my gym hustle,But, that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479950/ I'm trying to forget. Forget all of the moments I've written about,Over and over on a constant roundabout. I'm trying to pull them off that cycle,Set them in the bin with the recycles,Give them plenty of time to crumble,Reassemble. Then, return, renewed, making my heart tremble.I'm tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479947/ If eyes are windows to the soul...I wonder what mine show others. Are they black abyssesthat speak of the things they miss?Are they ever-warmdespite my emotional storms?Do they depict my painin some strange way?Or are they plainjust chocolate orbs looking for something to absorb?Regardless,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479946/ Dear N,This will be my last piece for you. There is nothing left for me to do. I guess, this is my last attempt to find some peace,But, I know it won't fix me. You were the last person for me to entrust my heart to,The last person I'd believe was different.Now, my affections are spent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479944/ In my parallel universe,I'd like to think that I'd be more sociable,I'd still look like me,Just more happy and friendly.Perhaps, by the age of 20,I'll be finishing a degree in something artsy,And I wouldn't have depression or anxiety 'til years later,Because I'd have grown up with kinder parentswho .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479943/ Precious boy,Please tear my heart out,Eat it if you will. Don't worry, another one will come about for the next one I want to give it to.I suppose my tears are the routeof the rebirth,Not long after, I'm ready to try to give my heart away,Only to be amazed when nothing is given to fil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479942/ I've had this thought before,That bodies are books,And I want to read yours.I want to puzzle over every scar,Contemplating the pain behind the risen skin,And lay beside you as you tell the stories of them all.I want to adore every birth mark,With its random placement,Sometimes turning out to be the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479941/ It's amazing thatwhen I'm hurt and I let my pain show,Sweet promises are the fix to which people go.They go to a cute little flower shop,Pick out some pink roses,And into my hands that bouquet drops.Sure, that sweet sentiment Can perk me up at first. But what about the next time I got.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479936/ Remember when...Our hearts swelled with hope?As we thought about the future,Sweet little girls who loved the color pink,Dreaming of knights in shining armor who'd save us with a wink,Hoping to learn to sing."Boys love girls who can sing."Sighing dreamily over boys too busy playing with toys,Hoping t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479935/ You want to know me?My favorite colors are blue and black,I hope each day that my life is on track. I write poems to seal up my heart's cracks,And for those with heavy hearts.Oh, you want a story?Sorry, I got tired of telling it. May I refer you to my poetry?Perhaps, I shouldn't. Some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479933/ When will the day come,When I find someone I have a real connection with?Someone whose mind links inexplicably work mine,Thinking my thoughts, thinking their thoughts,Harmless feelings being caught,No affections to be sought,No action appearing to be for naught.No one and no thing is perfe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2479932/ Red is the color we assign to Love. But, it's also assigned to anger,Heat and blood...Why?Love is supposed to hold a lot of power,But so does anger. Both involve heat, And blood. And yet both emotions are like flowers.They bloom when in the right light,With the right care,And whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2467536/ We are all born sensitive,Crying and laughing with different occurrences in matters of seconds,We grow to be stronger each year,Desensitizing as adulthood draws near.We know more, have seen more,But we care less and less,It's all for the best. Our reactions are less rash,But, there's always a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2467535/ It feels like self-destruction is necessary. Take all my thoughts and feelings,And bury them deep down inside of me. Yes, I know the thought sends some reeling,But, I see no use in sharing my feelings anymore. It feels like sharing becomes a bore. No one can really help me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2467533/ I've learned through many an experience, The the only opinion that matters,Is your own. If someone chooses to bestow an opinion upon you to leave your self-esteem in tatters,Remember that there's bound to be something about you that makes them feel attacked.Your body is your&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2467531/ It is a curse for us women,To be looked upon like were meant to be ridden,Like our bodies have treasures hidden beneath our clothes,No matter how modest or scant.I don't think males realize,Our bodies are not yours,The skin we bear is not for you to taint. Our bodies are gardens to give li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465498/ Is Love a sin?Perhaps it is,Love is so powerful that it can encompass all seven of the deadly sins in some cases,Love strokes our world on a daily basiswith one thought or another.But, isn't Love supposed to be originally divine?Maybe that's why it's hard for some of us to find. Maybe some of u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465495/ To those who see the world as wondrous,A place full of opportunity,Life is colorful,There are no pains nagging at the brain,Sending sweet colors flying away.But for those of us who see the world as dangerous,A place full of pain,Giving more purpose to rain,Life is colorless,More black than gray.We k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465493/ Overthinking is a pain,The thoughts come down like rain,There's no storm drain,They constantly compound your brain.They spin around and around,Trailed by new thoughts. Funny thing is,You can't make a sound. Not till they stop.When will that be?That's something you know not.Your mind is on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465491/ Loyalty lies low in many hearts,Because we don't always know who we should please,Friends? Lovers? Family?Each one could stab you with ease,Yet, here we are,Offering trust in hopes of a favor returned.Loyalty is a strange concept. It hinges on respect,And no matter how much you give,There's no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465489/ I'm focusing on loving by letting go. I can't take the heart of someone who's meant for more. You have to see what's really in store,I'm finishing up my piece,Getting ready to wash my hands,Dust off my jeans,And finally lie down in peace.I can't love you the way I'd like anymore. If I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465487/ I believe that suicideisn't solely someone's choice. I believe it is the peak of the mind's voice. The mind grew so tired of feeling uninspired,Unadmired, undesired,It selected its own time to expire.Yes, we often view this as a delicate topic,Yet life is not delicate with us,We are not de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465486/ Why are lies so commonplace,when we know that their presence isn't easy to erase?Why do we surround ourselves with people we're afraid to trust?Underestimating each other's fortitudeuntil we create our fortress of solitude. Exiling ourselves for our own lack of good judgement.Why do lies seem p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465485/ Is it strange or endearing...that poems are what my pains are rearing?I turn my tortured thoughts into works that can be bought.But happiness cannotfind a home within my heart. Merely an inn,A cinema even,To witness the rainbows,Then leave in a day or two.Happiness cannot look upon the dark sid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465484/ Doesn't it surprise you,How Good and Evil go hand-in-hand?A period of Evil allows oncoming Good to shine,A period of Good breaks down hard when Evil rises.We can't have one without the other,Like twin brothers. Simply showing how the Sun rests for storms,And storms allow love for the Sun.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465483/ The greatest painfor someone who deals with depression,With any form of mental pressure,Is the shadow that won't disappear.It remains forever near. Tantalizing to the victim.You wish so badly to stomp it out,But it becomes a fear.That shadow has always been part of you. Like water to cloud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465482/ It's a horrid feeling...to be locked up. To know that your willdoes not fully bend to you,but mainly to someone else's.You don't need to be touchedto complete a task. You comply because you're bound by fear,Because you know that no relief is near,Because you know that there's nothing you c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465481/ Isn't it funny how,We send people with mental problems to therapy so quickly?First revelations of depression and anxiety,Equate to, "Maybe you should seek help."Have you ever thought that the pains are meant to be felt?Perhaps the mind wasn't meant to be explored?There are reasons why it's encased i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465375/ It's painful to accept,But, we all must have black days,Because, there are times when the Sun simply is too weak to shine.That's when the Moon comes up in his place. But, even the moon isn't without bad times. That's when the black day arises. Depthlessly, doubtlessly, dreadfully blac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465374/ Black magic lies in waitbeneath most every action we take,The con artist we must battle each day, Fighting to make good headway.But, little do we know,How easily black magic can showand take over when we least expect it,Changing our minds and choices,The tones of our voices,Making a new person .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465373/ For those of you who don't get why I say I have trust issues, Allow me to simplify it for you.See,Nobody stays. Many say it's a common phase. But that's something I find hard to believe,Even my closest friends lose interest in me,Then they disappear and replace me.I'd ask "what's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465372/ Isn't it amazing,How quickly some dreams can die?Often left unburied,No honor for their time in our lives.They die because someone said what they shouldn't,Because of one harsh event or another,Something that just makes it seem impossible,And the dream drops from our minds like a bird shot from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465371/ I will readily admit, I cry when confronting some people. I can't control it. One moment, I'm full of adrenaline,Snapping, releasing my thoughts. The next, I appear full of fear.It stems from a childhood full of abuse. The wrong word could bring on a torrent of pain,A father.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465352/ Every day,My mind is encompassed by the whisper of many voices,So many that they seem to become one. They nag me and pull me every which way,Hoping to impact my choices.But that's only a mere fraction of their power. When they come to mein my darker hours,Their power expandsfrom mousy tone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465351/ I can't pinpoint the day in which this dark vortexawakened within me. Swallowing my hopes and dreamsso there was little happiness to be seen,But, I know where it came from,Knew that something could've been done,But, I couldn't be the one to save myself.I used to try to crawl away,But the v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465350/ Am I dead?I have to wonder this some days,As my life seems monotonous,A figure eight.Some days, I feel okay, The depression demons are at bay,And my plans seem to be in place.Other days, I feel low,Sometimes too slow,For this race we call Life.Everyone seems to want to leave me behind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465349/ How did it happen?How did she come to be lying upon asphalt with her chest cut open?She couldn't say.One moment,She'd been dreaming about how her future would be spent,The next,She was sprawled on the ground in a warm pool of blood. And there was a dark-haired boy leaning over her,A giant, bloo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465348/ There are demons unleashedwithin my mind,Maybe even...within my heart.They weren't there at the start.They came to me when my depression and anxiety compiled,Took away my hopes for true smiles,Shattered my hopes to rise,Reach a new mile in my life.They came to act as wrecking balls,Demolishing depar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465347/ Why does the night carry such mystery?What is the reason?With a pale moon so lonely,And stars that change throughout each season?Why is it that peace and paincan both prevail under the winking abyss?Is something amiss?Or does the silence assistwith the existence of our true selves?Some say the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465219/ Broken soulsare not homes for hope. They're places too darkfor even the tiniest rays of sun to enter.No flowers can take root. No trees can uplift. Only memories to deepen the rift.Memories that clamp downOn the souls orbitForcing it to rotate only around them. Each day, An .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465218/ As I wake up today,The sky is crying again. Why is it that the sky cries so beautifully,while I cry painfully, silently?The skies...the indifferent color: gray. The rain falling in peaceful chaos.Cool, wet, calm.Outside I go, barefoot. Feel the growth of the earth,The gleeful response.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465216/ I was right to question. To listen...Listen to my voices and back away. Not only could you leave,But, your emotions could fray.Like a favored sweater shouldered on and off day by day,So my presence wore on you.And so you did not stay.The sharing of thoughts and stressors,The gentlest cares.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465215/ Who am I?I am a mosaicslathered with the dust and grime of her trauma,Countless have gazed upon me,Commenting on the beauty they believe lies beneath the pain,Stating that they may help rid me of the filthSoon after,They find it to be a chore,Saying that I'm depressed and traumatized,Nothing more.Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465213/ Some days, I must wonder what Life's idea of happiness could have in store for me. Is it just me,training and writing?Or will there be more?Perhaps, it will include a dog. Someone cute and cheerful to welcome me home,Cuddle against my side so I won't feel alone,Drive away my darkness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465212/ I live for the times I can float awayOn currents of depression,Thinking of my uselessness in my realityBecause what am I really,If not a puppet waiting to be swayed?What am I really,If not a girl hoping to find someone who will treat her in kind?Show her some finer things in life?I live for those mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temelend/2465210/