http://slow.writerscafe.org/hlp416 The original writings of author Heather en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985477 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Who I amLies in lines onMy fingertipsWraps my arms andStretchesRound my ElbowUp, up, upOver my shouldersThere's a scar on one.I don't rememberNowHow I got itYet, there it isSmiling like aPiece of time. I could count the spots That speckle myExistence Like un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2144044/ I am particlesMillionsDots of lightForm my stepsTransform my stepsInto motionI am wavesI feel themRippleMy thoughts, my voiceIs affectedChangedI am no longerMyself.I am a partA cogIn this machineLife, its endlessVibrationsWhir around me;I am a partOf you, fromYouWe are connectedTwo shipsDrinking fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2143856/ Six years oldAlready masterOf turning wheelsMotion and speed, Quick flicks of fingersTug trainsThis way, that waySeven days it tookTo fit wooden block onWooden blockLine the treesJust so (OneTurned, hiding tooth marksFrom the dog)The creator's eyes Scan the sceneP.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2104909/ My mind is a glass Clearheaded I dreamPhantom visions my eyesCannot see;In the cradle I spunShiny things Of silver and gauzeGossamer threads I usedTo hide myself while cryingFirst needs into faint, unanswering air.Reality is a blacksmith Always swinging His hammerHot, parched, burning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2104259/ I never saw you flinchBeneath the bees,Those nervous, franticDrones like dainty dancersSpinning rapid routinesAround our headsDid not disturb youLike they disturbed meFor there across the tableYou sat, stillUnmovedWorking wordsAt such an even paceI must have seen their shapePush off from your mouthI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2098975/ Based off the famous Wuthering Heights quote that you can find in the thumbnail for this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2094042/ Oh, motherMy ownNot the One of EarthI sought, when aloneLying in grassGreen, silky bladesSewn together likeThreads of a robe against my face;Smiling, ears trace Remnants of Her fickle Springtime breezeCome to pass. Her maternity swadd-led me blind,An infant naiveI was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2094039/ The waves crashRockingThe rhythm not lunarBut mechanical;My eyesTrace its patternSteady riseAnd fall.Staring backMy dull silhouette Splashes a whirAgainst vibrant fabricsCarrying stains,Accumulated daysBled into weeks. I brought themHere to wash themAnd washed I hope they'll be;FragmentsSeparat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2057452/ I've felt a lock Inside my mindGolden against the dark.Glowing secrets Kept near, to whisperI hear, them whisperedAnd fear, those whispersEvery now and again.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2057449/ If I die today a virginWould Death be my first?His kissForeplayHis handsRocking my breastsSide to side We'd find our rhythm And He'd take meMy body shakingUntil it shakes no more.Gone nowShortSharp Breaths like a Canine pant, put underMeeting its graveA love bedWith DeathOur univ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2050805/ She stares through glassSeparate from outside,Kept thereShe watches meWith her longing look.  Inside she staysPeering through my eyesLike windows they areTo her; glass cellarsRound and empty.On the paneHer fingers dragConstantlyI hear their thumping,A desperate noiseGrowing louderShrill en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2039519/ I, nameless face,Sit in attendance.The edge of the latest NYCCatwalk stares blankly back.Surrounded, an anonymous seaSwallows meWhole in its suckSpit of airDesperate for lifeWe are untilClick click heelsForm a heartbeat Down the runway.Spotlights shine herup, head-to-toeBedazzling spectacle in&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2027179/ I remember how you first looked at me. I remember it soclearly. I was sitting there like someone lost and hoping to befound I thought you foundme. I remember when oureyes first clicked together  In the same step And a whirling, whirling, soft sensation swep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2027175/ I can feel it happening now -I can feel you Slipping away;You’re still here, Just no longer Out there. You’re inside me.  And now you’re gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2027173/ Some fragment of a life long lived, heldEternally in vague suspension;How I wishMy own soul could fly through the air With such shameless freedom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2027172/ If I openThe door to let you inWill you like me? If I say thisToo soon willYouUnderstandMe? I want to bringYou to meBut there's something in the way.Youme.There, I did it.Still, I don't feel closer. Those areJust the wordsAnd a thousand more might pass betweenUsWithout being heard.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2022394/ Inspired by one of my favorite poets/authors, this poem also deals with the subject of suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2013842/ When she escaped - The pie left cooling on the counterBlueberry innards with sugar-sweet skin,A confectionery reflectionBaked barren past perfection. Crisp disappointment forThe steam to followSome sticky trail out the window Up stiletto legs straddling the sillDown brick warring gras.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/2001019/ Feet against metal under iceWalking nowhere with nowhere to be.No one to see so metal and iceBecome constant companionsTo walking nowhere feet.Deep green left hangingBrown, no one to see spectacle;Crisp breaths of crisp airExhale, warmed wetness, intoThe sky above metal under ice.Formed a pattern on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1999463/ A well-planted kiss left himDead on my doorstep; Although not my original intentIt was better this waySomehow.The traditional dance we danced:Dinner, by candlelightOf course;Smooth flirtatious thorns betweenThe bites and the chews,Swallows of mouth full feelings.I'd assumed his words,As mine, e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1998164/ Rough green blasts my face;Pulling back to return its sneerIn a good-bye embrace,I trace austerity's camouflaged linesIn the uniform like dead bones.My eye meets the place:Saluting smug, red-white-blue honors - My giving up in the race,My chase unendingly after a prideIn my battle, Unnamed Grey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1997715/ Theroad that led to Roger Pemington’s house was a winding one.  Several steep inclines marked its progressionas it twisted up away from the central market to an older, more secludeddistrict of town.  A less accustomedtraveler may have found the journey unnecessarily taxing, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1978760/ In a particular time and a particular place, there was alittle cottage upon a hill.  It was builtsturdily with a solid brick exterior and surrounded by the most beautiful flowers,each one boasting a shade so magnificently vibrant it was as if Mother Nature hadcome and painted the color.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1969921/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1969920/ They come together with painted faces;They shout and stomp their feet.Forgetting they’re from different placesIn victory or defeat.Isn’t that what it means to be alive?To be united?To be one?All for one and one for all! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1657246/ The inevitable return to GenesisWhen my soul first touched his. No pain, nor death, nor miseryA silenced snake’s last hiss. Like Adam and Eve in the gardenBewitched in an airy spell of secrecy.Before sin left hearts to hardenGifts given blissfully. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1657236/ The flame flickered in a dance; An enchanting rhythm hung around it. Blown out by happenstance,No music plays to keep light lit.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1657231/ Can you feel that?It’s creeping through me; pounding, clawingIts way up my stomach into my chest.It rages about in a wild fashion and screeches infrustration.It’s that voice again, can’t you hear it?Its chatter inside my brain -It slams against my skull an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1657112/ Beauty is motion; just as love.The stillness of this feeling inexistent;I wished to fling myself out far past desertionUpon the balcony, over its edgeWhere I can lift my voice unto the moonlit skyAnd break my soul in half, then die. Living is death; my mind above.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1657110/ On the way homeThe road twisted and turned ahead; The vessel of an unlived life set in motion. A gentle hum fills silentSpace between benevolent, gray-black silhouettes,Shadows etched in likeness of their day-lit selves.  The static of their shape I watched as it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hlp416/1657101/