http://slow.writerscafe.org/daydreamsgalore The original writings of author sentimental~ galore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010057 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Inspired by The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. She is the greatest wonder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/1087534/ Once drowning it hurts to even look.To take a quick glance, tip my hat.Give the rain to your nose.i've got a parade in my bones,Rattling like a broken wing,You've done me many wrongs.Micconception of this harsh perception.The art of falling,Of breaking free of this establishment.F**k society and it'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/1039074/ Small steps. Smallpeople,With brisk as the bloomblue kitesTied to the hands ofthe hemisphere.So cold, the movementof icicles in this heat.Atom sized sweat dropsfilled with millions of atoms.With millions ofsounds, of the rush of the twists,Of the observati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/1039065/ Things to say, a suitcase full of voices, of choices, of memories,My words, your desires, things left unsaid,Things, things, things, i'm tired of thingsBecause I want concrete, i want tangibility, a sense of realityBut every time I try I cannot keep sight, cannot look the truth in the eyeCause i'm a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/801043/ We used to build dreams, towering projections that reached the Milky Way, paper cut outs that covered every corner of the horizon, and painted rocks that reminded us that once we were young and together we will grow old.They were castles enveloped in green valleys, yellow cabins lined on the edges.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/759108/ Fingerprints smudged on creamy walls, wilted sunflowers hung dry on my heartEroding day by day, burnt petals spinning inside my stomach like wild hurricanes, diseased stems growing in the roots of my veinsThe continuous pulse of your breath, the electric shock of the past, the split second in ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/757936/ Through the mirror of the fisheye lenseI see a world so shattered and so brokenA tarnished polaroid print, hanging on my sweater sleeve.But the moment your face appears in front of the camera,the moment you smile,Vivid colors burst, mockingbirds begin to chirp, a stone at a time the peop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/720401/ In the alley their sits the shadow of a broken man, With his hands in his head, tears streaming down his face,He holds a pocket watch in his heart, watching the grains of time slip by.Waiting for the world of despair to see his pain, but the people have ribbons over their eyes.We have l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/707671/ Roaming in the vast forest, storm of love on the way.Tiny rocks under our bare feet, lavender breeze in our faces,Like school children we chase one another, Between the ancient trees, under the bold waves of the sky,You hold my cold hand, warm them with your tender touchYou guide me down t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/705783/ He was a feeling good flower, a raspberry tea showerWith the fragrance of wet grass, and an old beat up carHe was velvet blue, an ink mess on the floorSo I cleaned him, I scrubbed the floor until the ink fadedI let him ink poison me, let him seep into my thick veinsBecaus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/694452/ Wayfarer sunglasses, forest rich eyes squinting in the sunlight.Hands in pockets, smile to the side.Ray of sunshine, the reason for sentiment in life.Taxi Driver, pause on the red light.Climb over the seat, illegal crime.No one saw because only we have eyes.Five dollars a mile, I only wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/689934/ Well you can thank a good friend of mine for this one. men. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/689920/ I waited for you,Meandered the world, the sea, and even the empty breeze.But you were nowhere to be found, posters of a lost soul all around town.I walked through the deserted streets, a white ghost in the stormy alley.Searched my way through the rainforest but lost sight of the moon,Built.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/686606/ This is a found poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/684260/ I am going through stuff at the moment, so i guess it may emerge in my poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/683764/ Short and sweet...i hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/683111/ Its ripped, its broken, its badly bruised…Won’t you fix it with your tape and glue? Rebuild my crushed dreams, and re-establish my lost face.Cover my tattered soul with love, spread medicine across my pain.It will ache and burn, these wounded cuts.I need you to hold my hand wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/682742/ Sometimes you just write, without thought. Thats what i do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/682703/ Gleam of HopeRegan is a twenty- three year old who is forced to look inside herself after looking into the eyes of a homeless woman. In this moment she is talking to her ex fiancé who wants answers from her about why she walked out on her marriage. Look what I am telling you (pause) it&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/681623/ . I am usually not a dark poet, but I’ve been reading a lot of Edgar Allan Poe stuff lately, so maybe that inspired me. Anyhow I guess this piece is short and dark, something different for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daydreamsgalore/680603/