http://slow.writerscafe.org/annierediker The original writings of author Emmy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011747 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There's a poetry to Polly Pockets,mindless to the pain we were pretending,but those tiny dolls were pretty prophets.They knew to be a girl is no blessing.You told me of the cards you collected,the same ones that my brothers surely playedin basements laden with boys unrested.Worlds away were we, from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2210178/ There is something about the ebbing of our thoughts The way you know me not.See me sinking deeply, feel I'm floating lightlyTears are falling freely.I crashed and crashed again, still my tide continuedBlame it all on my moods.Moving forward somehow, what I seek is neededRemember what you said.O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2164128/ He said he knew how to leave townbetter than anyone else.So I gave it a tryto see how it felt.I spent a day on the harborthat I thought would be my last,but the ducks would haunt me.My thoughts were too fast.You spoke a song of submarineswhile I traced hearts on your arm.We fought the day before,thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2143534/ I took a breath, prepared myself for moreknowing there were sadder songs still to come.Nothing has changed, I heard it all beforebut this time I would feel where it came from. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2143533/ Actually a song that I wrote, but also kind of a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2115147/ I am tainted with your tasteand all the things you like.So now that you are goneyou will still be in my life.From the songs I keep hummingthe words stuck in my head,to books I just startedI may never know the end.The drinks we sipped together,ones I liked before you,are bitter since you didwhat I be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2102184/ He lived life like he smoked his cigarette,leisurely, then later full of regret.When he caught sight of trouble he would runinto her arms, told myself I was done.No concern were we, his collateral.He found love, but I was the one to fall.Just as you left me alone and confused,so she will torment you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2090731/ I wish I had a better mindor that my words were more refined.A cheap rhyme only goes so fartry too hard and it sounds bizarre.With each word I feel like a fraud"poet" is simply a facade.Nothing more honest have I pennedsomething something something, the end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2084751/ He says he can't writeif what he's writing isn't truth.He doesn't understand the purposeof stanzas or breaking lines.I have words scatteredmost still in my mindseldom ever writteneach thought over thought.I'm not sure if there's a pointoften I use rhyme over reason.Maybe he's right,but whats a truth.. 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we recite,shameful was it, shameful it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2040888/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}How malleable are our minds?I think I’ve misplaced mine. They ask me where .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2034541/ I had faith once, but never again. It seeped in quick and soaked my heart. I wore it like a child wears their baby blanket. It gave me comfort, put my worries at ease. Then a voice spoke, that catalyst sparked a light too bright for my poor hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2023686/ He craves dreary days filled with grey, but I abhor the rain. The days spent hidden from the sky are tragic in my mind. All colors drained from daily life, for beauty melts in rain. Unconvinced he, denies my claims, he needs these days. Only lack of light lets.. 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leaves.Shivering as my life blows by.Without me the sun will still shine,and you will leave me behind.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2007959/ I used to pick flowers.I wrote poems about beesand the scrapes on my knees.There were always flowers.We lived above the clouds.We pretended to flybecause we couldn't die.I used to pick flowersNo one stayed very long.I didn't have a cluewhat it meant to love you.I used to pick flowersWe never wasted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2006932/ She fell in love often, she fell in love fast.But nothing came easy, and nothing would last.He played it cool, he played hard to get.And his face was kind, his face was hard to forget.I see you together, I see you see me.But to you I am nothing, but a body. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annierediker/2005720/ Here our golden hours last only minutes,and we all take the time to bathe in it.The beauty before us, our eyes shut tight,since senses are idle to see the 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