http://slow.writerscafe.org/DyedHairLizzie The original writings of author Lizzie Madloch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776343034 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i've spent so many nights sleeping next to you. it's undefined. fine. held close and protected from daybreak. i remember when kissing made it official when 15 yr old me defined the terms in a coffeeshop surround by nine of my closest friends. and here we are n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1909716/ I’m learning to love Being strong enough to love youTo talk to an empty audience And exist tangible enough to have enough heart to hold myself up. I’m learning to fightAll the bits inside me that want to run And play loud music about being unwantedCause i’m realizing You may not be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1868632/ It’s four months later And i still love you.I haven’t been writing much Cause it’s repetitive and most of my pensHave run out of ink. Besides, i’m all patched togetherAnd doing fine.Except maybe if i hadn’t lost that earring in your bedThe first time we had sex, Maybe t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1868631/ i carry my grief lightly on my shoulder.see how it sits.we don’t talk much nowbut the leaves are fading againand grief still tastes the same. i’m a year older and my hair color has changed. my heart still beats its old rhythm. i started a new journal and experienced life like only the li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1847923/ own mind and perspiration on coffee.notebooks full of ink sketches and poemsno fiction to be found here.Welcome to the narrative. You next to me,about a thousand degrees. I walk over with headphones on,a baseline in my chest even though I know the way now. I’m so much more than the smile I giv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1838734/ We came out alright.Look out the window, that’s not shrapnel falling from our hearts,just a beautiful sunny day. Let’s toss away lose change,the stuffrolling back and forth in the upholstery of that not-quite-too old car. I loved and opened my legsAnd sometimes I bled into my pillowbeca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1835067/ I didn’t write about us breaking up yetand I write about everything.Sorry.It was Sept 9th. And i’m not a good quirky misunderstood heroinewith a cup of tea and a wronged pen.I’m the broken heart emoji on your phone,I saw that earlier.I am not a bad guybut I’m listening to Kan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1829243/ Just because i share myself with someone elseDoesn’t mean my lips taste any worse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1827297/ I’m not a booknot eloquent or poised to amaze.I want you to see methoughand hold me in a lap on snowflake days.I’m starting to realizemaybe I don’t know what love isand maybe that’s perfectly okay.I may be hard and coldbut at least I cry at moviesand manage to hold on even wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1827296/ it's funny how wedding gowns look like they're shut up in body bagsa matter of perspective that is.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1820621/ I paint myself in your image.Read books after my story’s told.Go to concerts with your arm around my shoulderslike a well-secured life vest. You lift greek god arms in a gesture between love and scorn.I don’t know how to take up less space.Alternatively,I paint myself with bold strokes.V.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1814851/ In a world too tight to fit into yesterday’s shirtwe learn to live with the factthat rings get too tight and passions wiltand cigarettes go from in style to x-rays and white sheets.Nothing lasts for longnot even the love i write about on paper can survive the dust mites in the closetwhere i st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1812460/ I am hot.Not sultry or sexy,just sweaty;nothing here you can fantasize over.I am hot and stickyand this is not the beginning of a porno.I don’t want to have sex.I want to lie down.I’ll spread my legs to let my thighs have some personal space.When I moan or sighI’m not thinking abou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1811827/ I’m sorry to break it to youbut if you still write poetry about himyou still care. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1811825/ I write some poems to win contestsand get printed in glossy magazines.I write poems that look neat on the page and post them on social media.I write poems to speak out loud.So far they’ve all been to get back at my exes. I write them the way I want them to sound--cacophony of squishe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1810308/ Writing is a priority(in theory)Your hands are just hands(but how they made my body dance)Daybreak means crusty eyes and groans(have you looked outside though)Just a pen on paper morning now(or just enough time to make a difference) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1807025/ The words don’t exist on this page,theysimmer.(My tongue red-hot and tired frommaking corrections.) I can’t grow you another tree ofknowledge, standing here itself is exhausting. The way trains can’t help but make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1794501/ inspired by Rupi Kaur’s poem of the same name http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1794292/ you are deadbut in my dream last night you were alive and beautiful carrying on carefree typical frustrated genius potential.you might be here in me, on my pillow as light as humidity-filled air. as i write this i am full of inspiration andmy hands fill up with ink.they’d rather have your hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1792684/ We’ve come to the agreement of holding each others hearts in scratched-up handsneither daring to take a too-deep breath.We’ve both been hurt before. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1792683/ We are the embodiment of sand-in-hair liberation. We’re muscles knowing that nothing worth having comes easy.We’re made up of memories of learning to kiss boys (and girls).Me and sweat and blood. Pretty pink glory. We don’t come in bow-tied boxes or live on pedestals. We read thick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1790917/ Maybe we all need to be a little crazyinventing creaks in the nightpainting our to-do lists with lipstick on mirrors.Perhaps a person is more than neatly combed hair and a polished resume.Peut-etre nail-biting and the hatred of even numbersdoes more for us than being sane ever could.We are not made .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1790914/ The sun sets on your facewrapped around my torso like a seatbelt against dreams,security from all the torn up cuticle bathroom stall love poemsI wrote before falling in love with you.Sleeping next to you is more intimate than being entered,watching as your eyes stay closed I can never write enough p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1790902/ This is a poem dedicated to my best friend in elementary school who died this past April http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1790894/ For weeks the house at 4 Oak Drive had been the recipient ofstrange occurrences that its three occupants were too busy to notice. Colddrafts, electronic malfunctions, and continuous bouquets of flowers on itsdoorstep. Flowers like the ones you send your mom fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1785245/ There are circles under her coffee cup When she picks it up between equations. There are circles under her eyes, too.There’s a tattoo of the first line of her favorite poem,On her shoulder but you can’t see it. Her ears sparkle.Her brain does too but you can’t see it.There’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1785143/  I was downsized from yourheart today. Cut out from the company ofyour lips,denied further access tothe parts of me I left in parts of you. I could come in one lasttime but everything I knew seemed hollow as ifyou changed the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DyedHairLizzie/1785135/