http://slow.writerscafe.org/kayleeapril The original writings of author Kaylee April en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990429 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about writers block as I experience it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1959866/ Loneliness is a stalker that trails behind you on cold daysand you know he is thereand you know there is a knife in his pocketand his gloves are stained a familiar shade of redand you are unsure whether his slips something into your coffee every few morningsBut you see his umbrella at the bus stopAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1900035/ We barely speak.but in this moment she knows me better than you dosilver sisters don't say the words but they know why you've hidden yourself in the bathroomI've never heard my named called out so softlyhaven't heard sincere words fromany other mouth but yours in yearsi was starting to thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1879260/ Wake up to the murky midday lightand half the day is stolenhabits that are hard to break swallow my self controlGive me this day my second chanceto wrench myself in place againAnd fiddle my hands over this keyboardAnd wrestle myself out of the sheetsI'll reach for the phone and try to reach a friend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1870669/ "The nights are drawn out long. And you're kissing to cut through the gloom with a cough drop colored tongue." -Arctic Monkeys http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1853492/ Last night shook like a ragdollLast night left the empty bottles Last night opened the bathroom doorand spit screams onto the bathroom floorLast year put a fist through the mattressLast year alerted the authoritiesLast year put a knife between two boysand brandished threats into the quivering a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1829955/ What the hell is happening to mei've gotten small i've gotten weakso used to having you around I forgot about my faithi forgot about my strengthyou took the wind from out my feetuntil i forgot the words i need to speakforgot the rest forgot that fire in viensthat makes my palms sweatI stop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1823946/ A dark fairy tale http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1746737/ I'm trying to decide whether it's worth the troubleKnowing every time I open my mouthI'ts your version of the truth that I hearAnd I know it's myself to blame every time I open up your Facebook pageBut I can't quell this rage and I keep seeing you in every boy on my college campus wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1746661/ Sentientadjective sen·tient ˈsen(t)-sh("-)ənt, ˈsen-t"-ənt: able to feel, see, hear, smell, ortaste1:  responsive to or conscious of senseimpressions <sentient beings>2:  awarehttp://www.merriam-webster... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1743175/ Open your legs But not too wideHe wants to reach between her thighsOpen your mouthbut not to speakHe promises to make her weakOpen your skinHe cracks a grinShe opens her wounds to let him inDid she scream? Did she cry? She only stares out at passers byShe begs to a forgotten spiritto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1651547/ There's nothing dainty about the way my hips undulate on instinct around cafeteria chairsNothing pretty about the the agitated splotches on my skin that I wear like body blush railroaded across my fleshNothing sparkly about my poems or the way I hold my pen or the way I write my KsThis is why I hope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1643709/ You give me all these remedies to hush my ravaged mindyou give me all these medicines but none of them are mineEach bout of madness I am less and less sure of the causeMaybe it's my dopamine, my lack of sleep, the grenadineyou tell me these will set my paceand help my brain to splinterLike the promi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1640819/ Sickly sweet like golden silkhoney drips off of the actress’s tonguewords unfamiliarher pride is a headlight’s glowa place she’s been before Among sweet cityscapeStreams of light and honey and rain Dancing over street-lit riverbedsShe pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1639565/ The moon felt safe inside her shell She tried to drench the burning As droplets formed like drops of dew fell softly on her lips She wept for things unchangeable, blanket of night wrappedaround her shoulders How lonely keeping watch while everyone’s asleep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1638934/ Every morning you open the curtains wideHeat in your veins and blood in your voiceYou wipe the salt from the creases in your faceYou greet the shadow at your windowDappling into human form She speaks and you close your eyesVoice sweet as syrup and sharp as silverHer hands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kayleeapril/1638930/