http://slow.writerscafe.org/michelleluman The original writings of author BrokenWingedPhoenix en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776275109 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She’s only achild, a sweet confused soul.She staresat the stars, no direction to know.Darknessconsumes her distorted young face,The agonyshe feels is a lack of her mother’s embrace.  Forsaken andalone, she wants to know why…How is it thatyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1658698/ Moss coveredstone, ivory blind wire.Bring meyour old, your sick, and your tired.Alone theywill walk, in the wet cold dark…Till the daythat their minds will startle and start. These wallsare unyielding, the tortures unspoken…No oneescapes, they d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1658697/ Sense the ever-present sinking, downinside.Head seems that it’s floating,As it passes closely by.  Mindless wanderers walking ‘round,Close and far and near,Invisible force of power, choking the grayveneer.  Aimless meandering, sorted masses f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1656802/ I typically do not write poetry like this because I want people of all ages to be able to read it, but these words just came out...so here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1655675/ Wandering alone through twist and turns,Wading through solitude’s perversity of mind.Sinking again ‘cause these old bones are sore,Swimming through madness, it’s melting inside. No matter how joyful the outside appears,I’m sinking and spinning a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1655672/  Straps so tightyou gave me,Anothernightmare soon. Inside yourhouse of maybe,I ate your mom’sbest spoon. Buckles are soshiny,Yoursickly-sweet perfume. I tire of seeingyour sick face,Eyes gougedout…I like the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1654960/ Waterloggedjournal of a wayward soul…Weary andlost, with nowhere to go.There shesat simmering and stewing in glory,Teeming withher own vile and frantic revulsion.  Corrupt anddepraved, fool of debauchery, always misbehaved…Denial of responsibility.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1654958/ Upside down on pane ofglass,Always knowing that this tooshall pass.  Soaring through the air onan umbrella stem,Praying and hoping for afaithful hymn. Floating on a river ofmustard yellow love,Wondering what lies in thesweet up above.  A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1654957/ At times Iawaken, a stirring inside.Frustration sotorturous, too deep to abide.Boiling andbreaking, rigid hatred in my veins. Oh sweetSerenity, how I wish I could change.  The anger standswaiting, to push me aside. Wailing andmourning, my sick sweet suic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1653876/ I wrote this for my husband, we celebrated ten years together on September 29, 2015. I usually do not write like this, it was planned as a poem full of love; but I think it sounds more like a sick kid http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1653875/ Simple sweetillusion, a cruelty of the mind.Revolvinglike the ocean, yet solitude confined. Thistwilight shall not greet me,Misery lyingwithin my bones. Tossing andturning through the motions,Eluding ofthe soul. Destinybrought me here,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1653869/ Miscellaneous words of the day. Thanks for stopping by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1652392/ Pensively weplead, begging for a bowl.Our livesare spent in strife and cold with nothing but our soul. How eagerlyyou pass us by, and scoff at our quivering cans.A coin isall we ask of you, but assumptions are all that you have. You runalong to your cozy h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1651421/ Ships sail wantonly ‘cross the fallen horizon, Sashaying on fields of molten glass.Towering goliaths with light shown bright, Always guiding and plotting the way.Lights navigating; on turbulent water,Wayside faring…never wary, eternally following the deafeningnight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1651420/ Wind-sweptwillows despondently twisting,Swirling andwaiting; into darkness anticipating. Watery veinsdistending transversely,Against tarnishedwar-torn windows; shells escalating.Eagerlypeering…extending…into the great Divide. Ever belligerent,damp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1649945/ A resemblance of shattered patterns perversely forlorn,The eyes are mine, the face is hers…Staring at the reflection the hatred grows.Her mind is one of severe strangulation,Agonizing and foreboding, forever tormenting me from the inside.Longing for the day my memory set.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1649943/ My dearest love…Visions of adoration and devotion, filling my heart withamity, Lofting and churning, the sweet smell of your morbidityindication.Love is an obsession, fascination, a macabre fixation,Which deluges the very soul.You once chose to confiscate your affectio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1649369/ A little poem in the spirit of Halloween. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1649340/ I love summing up my thoughts in as few lines as possible...unless I have mania then we'll be here all day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1647607/ It seems that every time we turn around doctors are throwing pills at us, namely anti-depressants. This poem is a summary of my lots on the subject. Peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1646898/ Twisting and turning in darkness of night,The mind erasing the color of blight. Id and ego, a fungi of rust, Pleasantly reeking of cankerous musk.Skeletal stretching of the infuriated man,Confounded and quivering upon the seed he ran. Rancid grey matter putrid of soul,Min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1646164/ ---none--- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1646139/ To be honest, I do not like this poem but I "suffer" from depression and other mental "disorders" and poetry is a way to escape. Maybe others will relate to this, maybe not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1646100/ I've been in a state of depression lately and this is just a simple poem to pull me out of the downward spiral that is sadness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelleluman/1646097/