http://slow.writerscafe.org/atangarife1997 The original writings of author Alexandra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985473 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You know how to hurtAnd you make it feel so painfully soIt’s the way you twist your words like knives And the way you plunge each one in my heart Solitude nights calls for crying and memory laneI still think I’m waking up to you I still think we’re back in Floral gard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2913099/ “He’s not the same anymore” “Well you aren’t either” It took six months and change for you to tell me to f**k off of your life forever If only things were that easy If only I could tie a noose around my neck and just end it all for your sake, I would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2890575/ I desire to open a hole in my backyard Bury my own body in itAnd wait for you to find me the next morning That’s if you care to find me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2881473/ “You guys make a very sweet couple” If only you knew What goes on behind close doors http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2881471/ I write this on a Friday morning My poems are like diary entriesBrief reminders of terrible moments So maybe I can appreciate it more when things are better It’s the way you prefer life without my kidsThat pushes me away further My life You hurt me when I can’t chan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2881301/ Perhaps it’s the perplexity of it all I asked God for a sign And I have it all in front of me now No hiding or schemes I see you for you You lose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2877173/ I should have went to the urgent care http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2874989/ Rock Bottom is replaying Paramore- All I Wanted http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2874876/ Sacrifices are made for the betterment of our lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2874751/ I will be writing a poem a day for the next 30 days. These are all dedicated to my dear husband. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2874643/ As a kid, I would wait for a father that would never come home. I’d lay my head by the door so when it opened, I would wake up. Unbeknownst to me, I’d fall asleep and he’d never come back home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2874220/ 4:17 PM at Wilson Avenue School, Room 213 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2874064/ I do I saw my life through your eyes The process from beginning to end “They need to study us one day!”Our relationship would bring anyone envy I love loving youCan you stop coming up again? Why are your eyes tattooed in my head? I try to go to sleep I want to be in d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2874020/ Infiltrate her mind Get her to think you are here for her Console her with kisses Ensure she feels emotionally supported Address her insecurities and bless them with confidence Imagine what she imagines Speak to her in language that debilitates her mind and soul This is the key to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2873902/ An empty house What use is it when there are so many holes Consistent reminders that you’re all alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2873870/ The office is a mourning place of sorts Old relics on dusty shelves Boxes packed and ready to be taped to go to your next destination Old albums and journals that we wrote in Space occupied that was intended to be placed with permanencyThe air so damp in the office It weighs heavy Of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2871213/ The way your eyes brighten The way mine adore you I wish I could hold that moment Crystallize it For when we lose sight, it’s a testament of what we continue to fight for November 20th, 2023My love and I sat in a white SUV And looked how change was occurring all around us Unb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2869579/ As a young girl You wonder what love looks likeAs you stare at a worthless man and your heartbroken mother As a young adolescent You wonder what love looks like As you stare at a man that touches you at night and a sick mother As a young woman You wonder what love looks like As y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2868741/ I want time to slow As your eyes meet mine And our shadows cascade on motel walls If you felt the way I felt This position is equilibrium Our voices are whispers than turn into moans of love and pleasure How I want to bathe in your sunlight How I want to immerse in your waves H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2868739/ Reality hits me In the evening during a desk type job I come to terms with a couple of truths: 1. I am addicted to self-destruction 2. Mathematics is not my forte Both unequivocal in nature, yet both very clear on a day like today as I wait in my car and the hour strikes 5 PMStatis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2868351/ Theres more to meI had all along I have a heart big enough For you and I Our eyes lock Our hands entwined I don’t know that look With that smile How can you be so kind? How can you make me feel so worthy? I feel myself evolving You are moving mountains You f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2867620/ Bones withering Stiff shoulders Breathing slowsA kind of fatigue you could never know I’m dragging my feet I’m not fine I’m dragging my feet I need more time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2866617/ In a grand classroom, sits a small woman with black glasses and an empty heart She grows sicker by the day waiting for her love to recognize her As the days grow colder, a ring once placed on her finger is no longer there She becomes aggravated by the nonsense and politics of educatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2866395/ It’s too vivid It’s too close to reality And if it’s true, let me know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2865654/ I read this in an article once10 signs that tell you it’s over So it’s not in my head The allergic reaction on my ring finger is not ironicThen again, let’s not pretend you wanted it there in the first placeIt’s a loveless marriage The way you end conversation.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2865249/ Instead of waiting for you to give I will tie a cinderblock and drop into tranquil waters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2864931/ Where does your mind wander? If it leads to meCan you remind me? Tell me I’m relevant That I’m the only one Forever and always If it doesn’t, can you remind me? I’m sick of falling into pits of memories It makes me so sickRemind me that I’m nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2863226/ We would talk Talk for hours Until 3 AM In the silence We would hold hands Look through the car roof And count stars This was it And all it will ever be A memory That can never be repeated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2860289/ Stephanie said I’m too smart to possibly let this happen to me That any man would love to have me and take care of meBut, what if I’m uninhabitable? My mother has been alone for a decade Maybe my intent is to follow the same path At 1:43 AM in a Jersey City Pub I was hugg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2860131/ I’ve come to terms I’ll never marry I’ve tried But, it ends up in doubt I’ve come to terms I may never be enough for someone I’ve tried But, it ends up in heartbreak So, you’re right Every photo is a damaged woman Every photo is an insight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2860128/ He found out his first love is finally getting married and I recall that face so well http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2859863/ I've been wanting to formulate this experience into prose.At 1:43 PM on October 18th, I took a pill and aborted my child. That day was long and heavy...even now, my heart breaks. There were protestors outside screaming. Only if they knew, I was also screaming inside. Every second. Through the of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2857211/ I write this inebriated These brick walls are crooked Cigarettes are the same from Cozumel So I can finally feel something Palo Alto to lift the mood Carol believes there is a remedy for everything But, what if I’m unfixable There is no one that wants me Like I want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2856918/ an elegy to a past time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2856829/ “Alex, don’t you get it by now? We always come together at the playground.” Just another dreamAnother tear Before I’m ripped away to the present-tense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2856738/ When I heard the fear in your voice on the loudspeaker I wanted to run for milesBound to my roomNo way out But, anyway in How can some so atheistic begin to pray I found out today As I was hiding under a desk on the far right corner I prayed to GodI prayed to come homeI praye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2856594/ In a room of a hundred peopleCould you find me Black hair Black glasses Rose lips Tucked in shirts And High Waisted Jeans In a room of a hundred people Could you feel my energy Morbid Sarcastic On the verge of crying Yet, holding a stoic face In a room of a hundre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2856472/ there will be a day that comes when I won’t walk this earth with you how I love you all so much even the one I said goodbye to too early i will meet you on the other sidemy beautiful children remember this i would not exist if it were not for you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2856469/ It takes a while to know That a woman is not meant to be bound Uncontrollable Ready to engulf you in her flames http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2856355/ I want spontaneous spins in Manhattan I want hugs from the back I want drives to the beach where we sit on the sand I want kisses on the forehead I want to feel my head on your chest As we dance under the moonlightI want your protectionI want cigarette taste lipsI want you to search .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2856211/ I’ll place my head on my pillow And dream of where I should have been http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2855703/ The honest truth is…You will not change I can scream the loudest I can cry the longest But you will never change Your body language says no Your eyes tell me nothingYour mouth does not waver Your reflexes are stale Your kisses are short Your hugs are non-existent Your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2855400/ Brown eyes Such depth It almost infuriates you to know I can see through your soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2854187/ Wendy was diagnosed with Parkinson’s at 46 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2854082/ In the last year I thought about running my car into the dividerI want to go neither left or rightThere are days I lie awake Wondering if I stop breathing What would be the first words out of your mouth I can giveI can give But, what the f**k do I ever get in return? I finall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2853967/ I Miss You http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2853767/ The floodgates began Because I care too much I worry frantically So, my mind searches for youAnd I’ve been speaking to you in dreams One night you were panicking and cryingThe next, we walked around school corridors laughing along The following, we discussed our lives under a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2853572/ “Ms. T, alguna vez tu significado levantó su mano contigo?”Where these words came fromI will never know A 13 year old should never know about these things You can teach your heart out Advise all you canBut, they go home to soulless places So, I open my door to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2853571/ no more kisses from you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2853457/ It’s the way the light touches the pupils of your eye Or perhaps your clammy hands when they are in mine When I tell you that I am sorry I was not a good personI was unhealthy I was not medicatedAnd I hope you can forgive me The guilt Of knowing I hurt you so terribly W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atangarife1997/2853454/