http://slow.writerscafe.org/Abidawe The original writings of author Anon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986553 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I search for wordsMy soul achesHow could I ever start?Is there anything that I could say to show her what is in my heart?As I held her closeI couldn’t sleepFearing that the moment’d passSo I laid in silent wake, hoping forever I could make it lastWhen she speaksThe w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/2767836/ brooks babblerocks and rubble over which the water flowstrees rustledeer hustle past, beneath their underboughswind whisperswhistles quickly past amid this summer sceneuphill boundpeaks all crowned with snowquite soft and white, pristinerolling hills abound with grassabsorbed in all its charlie shee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/2172162/ GARAGE SALEMain StreetPrices Fair! • Snacks to Eat!people come from all aroundto see the lost things we have foundcard tables replete with toysmemories from girls and boyson one is me, my limbs are splayedfrom up above I hear them say“he’s in good condition, surebut marked upon his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/2172161/ I adorned myself in magnificent masqueradeConcealed my wanton consuetude in prevaricate vernacularUntil, with seven words, you stripped me bare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/2070488/ Extremely explicit, parody of modern rap music (shock comedy) References to copywritten work underlined, italics are self-explanatory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1882357/ The sum total of all of my least favorite customers as a woman with a shrill voice and an obnoxious laugh. . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1855326/ From the eyes of the beholder. . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1855325/ A conglomeration of all of my least favorite customers coincidentally named after my girlfriend's mom (oops. . .). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1855324/ A collection of poetry written entirely about working at a grocery store, majorly focuses on the negatives (obviously). Screw you, Deborah. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1855322/ what? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1784451/ if You've worked at a Grocery Store You've had a Deborah too Disclaimer: no Old Men were harmed in the making of this Poem Ode to DB V3 (I'll likely continue updating Them) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1775310/ to the guy too lazy to put his f*****g cart in the corral, You know who You are http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1764802/ the Question http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1764797/ Life with Glossophobia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1756254/ n/a http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1750477/ to the guy too lazy to put his f*****g cart in the corral, You know who You are http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1743999/ my battle with OCD (started sophomore year and just now completed) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1740801/ my biggest pet peeve http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1735161/ from the perspective of a Blade of Grass http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1734043/ for the Girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1728782/ the fear of public speaking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1728741/ describing my experience with Insomnia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1728740/ Why babies always cry after birth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1728372/ What makes you happy? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1728202/ From the perspective of a bus driver http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abidawe/1728201/