http://slow.writerscafe.org/alexandriajoy003 The original writings of author Alexandria Miller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775249877 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When do we truly awaken? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2085320/ HumanityIs but a dreamThat our humble mindsWill never grasp,A dream we will neverWake fromUntil it’s too lateTo warn the others. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2085313/ I hope I hope one dayYou love someone with your whole heartSo much You’d do anything for herSo muchYour heart aches for her when she’s away.I hopeI hope one dayYou give her everything you have in youSo muchThat you’re left with nothingSo muchThat you hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2048662/ I walk into the bookstoreIt’s a Saturday nightIt won’t be open long, Perhaps pushing me to get a lifeOutside of paper and ink.I sit down in front of a shelf of poetry.Popping in and out of books,Turning through pages,Words catch my eyes andTear my heart.A tsunami of e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2042641/ I used to hold jewelryIn it, as a childLip glosses, pins, notes.Sometimes I forget it was yoursToday I remembered.Smoking a cigaretteListening to the creek From the highest balcony.I can’t leave this behindI think, worried of all the thingsI’ll lose in transition.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2042024/ Like a rose made up ofToo many thorns,Like an ocean whose tidesRise too high to stay afloat,Oh how hopeless it feelsTo be in love with somethingSo damaging to your soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2042018/ Just know that I triedSaid I was happy but I liedAnd when things won’t go right,Say you were wrong for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2028518/ I like to paint. I paint flowersAnd treesAnd pictures of the oceanOn pristine white canvas.I like to paint.I paint a smile on my faceAnd love in my eyes.I like to paint.But when the rain falls,And the paint washes away,I remember whyI like to paint.Those colors shine So much brighterThan m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2018748/ On days like todayI wish we’d just layAnd talk about all of the thingsThat make us feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2016265/ We’re all hung up on something.I hang onto My last roots of sanityAs this willow bends and breaksIn the storm.I wish I wasn’t hung up on you. I wish you weren’t Hung up on her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2016220/ Maybe one dayI'll shake these bad habits.But until then,I'll stand with you in the rain,searching through mazes ofdancing branches,listening to your words likeshort stories of our lives.A long drag of a cigarette, I watch the smoke driftuntil my eyes closeand I see bliss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2015490/ The walls of my soul and heart and mindAre like that of a poorly structured dam,Standing only to hold in the gushing rapids Of lust and love and raw infatuation.Standing in fear of losing all that’s left.You are like a small flower,Blooming right before my eyes.Your features so w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2010099/ The currents of the rapids in my mind churn all of my thoughts and emotions into a whirlpool of madness. And through the ups and the downsThe ins, outs, the choking and gaspingEventually, I close my eyes and relax my bodyAnd I float. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/2010098/ I often think love and heartbreak feel awfully similar.I think sometimes we can be awfully particularAbout the things we want,They aren't always the thingsWe need.I often think love and heartbreak feel awfully similar.I think some people love to love andLove the heartbreak, too.I think some people n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1909831/ At 4am, we think.We think of the people we miss,The people we love, the people we kiss.At 4am, we think.We wonder, "why me?"We wonder, "who else can see?"At 4am, we think.We hope our faults are hiddenWe lie, steal, cheat, take more than we're given.At 4am, we think... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1907506/ When I think of you,I think of the sky painted blueAs it bleeds to purple and red andSlowly goes dark.When I think of you,I think of your handsLeaving a trail of goosebumpsUp my legs and down my spineWhen you brush my skin or when youSay you're mine. And honey When I th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1902712/ Often times, we use music and television to fill the emptiness confined within the white walls. Sometimes, though, the album ends. Sometimes, the series is over. And when the noises fade away, we hear other things. You listen to the sounds of my belly and my heart and I listen to you eat potato chip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1901698/ "She's like summer time to me.Many times, I paint her in my dreams""It's always the good things that he sees,And I'm glad because he deservesThe best version of me" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1899336/ There is a flower in my day nowHe holds to the thinnest threads.So nonchalant in his grace As my sun revolves around his pedals.And the closer he grows to meThe more I can feel the bloomingIn my heart and in my lungs.There is nothing more satisfying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1897553/ Like a cats tongueYou feel rough on my skinAnd when I was young,I thought I knew what love is.But in the darkness of our soulsAll we found were words We thought we'dNever get the chance to say.And wrapped in sheets whenIt's just you and me,Oh those are my favorite games to play... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1872508/ I woke upWith tears in my eyesThinking "is this whatIt feels like to be alive?"He turned, looked through all of my liesSaid, "Darling, We're just getting started." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1872248/ I am a native to the chaos that surrounds me,I am no stranger to the broken home that's inside me.There are birds in my atticThat have shattered vasesAt times most untimely.And just like the movies,A hand brushed mine while I Cut myself picking up the pieces.You thought the blood on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1869397/ At nightI sing the music That beats in my heartHopeful that the windCan carry it back to you By morning.Listen to the birds, lovely,They make melodies for us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1857738/ The wind wanders In strange ways this time of year.All of the leaves seem To tumble in the same direction.I close my eyes andListen to the Earth's hum.All of the vibrations Lead me straight into the mountainsWhere a spark ignited a flameSo bright it's likeI've got a new sun to wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1857712/ My depression, She is both sensitive and aggressive.When I try to escape, She drags me back downBack down the dark holeI've never liked to go.And in that moment,Moment of panic and uncertainty,Of vulnerability and fear,My entire existence feels like torture.My depression,She is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1845610/ Love is soft.Love is gentle.Love is fragile.We are our own sunshine in the rain.We are but the petals of the same flower.We are fragile.Your voice is soft.Your hands are gentle.Your love is fragile.We are two galaxies spinning through space.We are bodies of stardust from th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1842600/ Last summer, I was very cold. I had the sun to warm me and my skin burned often but not so red that it hurt. I would lay under the sun on the beach and close my eyes. My eyelids would make tie dye motions with the colors of the sun and fire and sometimes rain under my eyelids like a light show. It&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1840667/ There's a light outside his windowThat illuminates the silhouette of his faceAnd when everything falls darkWhen all of my senses go numbI can still feel the warmth of his handAnd the fire in my heart.I hope you feel that, too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1836062/ He tells me that my skin is soft andIn a wave of autumn, I shiver.The window's open,My hearts astray,He hates the cold andI love the goosebumps on his skin.He gets lost in my eyes And I'm lost in his words.Two different worldsFinally colliding.I'd been headed for disaster bef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1835158/ Love is its own entityA feeling, an emotion.A phenomena that creates a gapIn time and spaceWhere we can swim through theDeepest waters of our lovers' souls.Love is not trivial societal standardsLike paying for dates and making dinner.Love is an insatiable lust For something deeper .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1819915/ Learning how to be aloneWas quite an adventure.Everywhere I went felt likeA film of memories playing backAnd everything I saw in myselfI saw through your eyes.So now I'm shedding my skinAnd seeing the world in a new light.And for the first timeThis light is my own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1819594/ I spent many nights on the concrete slab of the patio avoiding the 2am dew in the cool grass. I shivered and wandered and sometimes wept with the wind and the stars as the rain fell upon me. It was a place to be raw and natural, away from all of the faces and the voices and the l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1817870/ The currents of the rapids in my mind Churn all of my thoughts and emotions Into a whirlpool of madness. And through the ups and the downsThe ins, outs, the choking and gaspingEventually, I close my eyes and relax my bodyAnd I float. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1817867/ Most days I feel beyond humanity, like the rays of the sunlight or the force of the wind. I am the seeds of the sunflowers,The smell of rain and the feel of bare sunshine. I am a product of the universe;I am the sunnier days for youAnd I save the rainy days for me.Because I am strong .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1792303/ The sun sets in an array of colors That remind you of old school LA.A splash of tequila on your shorts and the aroma of tobacco.You remember all of herGoosebumps. Eyelashes. Freckles.Your hand on the small of her back.Her legs rub against yours.Chipped nail polish and messy hair never looked so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1789639/ You can’t just test the waters with me. You either f*****g drown in all of me or keep your toes dry in the sand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1768158/ "I'm glad you're here," she whispered, tangled between him and blankets."My heart was starting to hurt, missing something that was never there." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1768019/ You lie down and cover up and hide from whatever is making you shake and cry and wish you weren’t alive to see the end of this. You feel your whole world crash and swirl and there are explosions in your head but outside there’s crickets. Your whole body trembles like there’s a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767755/ In some other world, life is not so mundane. Life is not so much busy work and worker bee, ant-like tasks. In another world, so far away and so unattainable in its entirety, life is intensity and pursuing and coming together peacefully, productively, and passionately. In som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767747/ I want you to miss me when I’m lying next to youI want you to never get enough and I want to know about itI want to feel your aura radiate in the crooks of meYou illuminate with the utmost uniquenessAnd while you sleep, little flower, I will wish that you bloom like an entire spring&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767745/ Feel so much passion in your fears.Feel the terrors taint your bonesAnd stain your teethLike the morning’s coffeeAnd night’s cigarettes.Let your fears engulf your skinAnd puncture your lipAnd drip into your eyes,Let it poor loosely over your head Like the water of a cold shower.Let it sq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767744/ MondayMy coffee was stale.And cold from the snow.TuesdayMy windshield froze over so I droveblindly to work. Too early for the sun.WednesdayI drove for miles on icyHighways. Alone.ThursdayI waited for you to call.And waited all the way intoFridayI woke at your grave.My feet tangled in the blankets.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767740/ Some days I write long letters to youAnd bury them at your grave.But one day I dug so deepI hit the casket.I hit your casket, dirty and coldI dug some moreAnd opened the topAnd there you were,Just as we’d left you,Blood, flesh, boneReading the letters I’d sent to youAnd you looked up at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767733/ Cry, crySpecks of ocean from your eyes.Like dirt on a windowpaneYour freckles have washed away with the season. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767731/ The sheets are cold andThe window is fogged.My face is warm;RestlessAnd our skinAlways touchesNever the same place twice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767727/ I can hear all the springs snapping,All the glass crashing,All the nerves have separated andAnd I guess now that leaves two,There’s me and now there’s you.Where did we go? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767718/ MondayI slept too long.But still woke with no sleep.My eyes sunken in and clouded.TuesdayI worked overtime.I stayed out all night.I slept with a stranger.WednesdayI woke with dried tears Crusted to my cheeks.I didn’t make it to work,ThursdayI filled my lungs with smokeWith strangers and loved .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandriajoy003/1767715/