http://slow.writerscafe.org/GeorgiaRussell The original writings of author GeorgiaR en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776107237 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The girl had these eyes that had a beautiful sadness, because she knew she could never have what she wanted. So, she loved someone else, with pieces of broken glass, she stabbed herself cutting of body parts to give to him. But, what good was a body without a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1949087/ Everything I say in a poem becomes a metaphor for you. I wish you were just a person, but to me you are poetry.I think about you in the day, and then the day turns to night, and then midnight, and then mid-morning, then 6:00am and I have scribbled over 264 metaphors down my arm.I talk about a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1943726/ If I was god, I would rewrite the world as we known it. I'm going to make every single one of you millionaires. I'm going to give every single one of you a convertible, or a boat, or maybe even a plane.When I'm god, i'm going to make sure that there is only one of me. Because, all of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1943713/ I'm drowning,I am in an ocean.The seaweed is wrapped around my feet and pulling me down,to depths I didn't know existed. And you,You have a boat.It's not a big boat, but's its a two man boat. It's got ores, and blankets and a flare gun. But, you tell me to swim. But, I can't swim.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1943712/ Train Writing Session (2) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1926546/ Train writing session. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1926544/ Open Mic Night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1926542/ Open Mic Poetry - Please leave a review! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1918810/ How am I supposed to swim, when i've got rocks tied to my feet?How am I supposed to breath, when the water keeps entering my lungs?More importantly,Why do I like it?Why don't I want it to stop?Is it because it reminds me being alive?Is it because it makes me forget what it is to exist?There is more .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1909144/ Written for spoken word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1909139/ March 2016I had showered the taste of Liam away, I think. I had washed my body two times, and washed my hair, and conditioned it. I waited until 7:00 before I started to get dressed. I covered my arms in a buttermilk lotion, and let my hair drape over my shoulders, I pulled on jeans, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1909138/ Another poem for a spoken word night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908924/ This was written for a spoken word night. I hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908921/ March 2016I remember those three months went quickly. I’d spent endless nights in Alec’s apartment, let him photograph me. His cherub faced babe. I’d look at his wall of beautiful things, i’d crept onto it. Pictures of me scattered amongst everything that lay around us. F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908918/ December 2016The toxic smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled my nostrils. It was hard to breath as the smoke made the air thick. I felt exposed, inked boys and bearded men glared at me. Girl’s wore less than me, mini skirts, and b**b tubes seemed to be the focus of the evening. I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908917/ December 2015New Year. Something fresh. A new place, a different time. The Scott's would surely have their place in my life this year. In fact they sat here now at 6pm in my kitchen with several other families, as it was my father’s turn to hold the New Year party.Oliver stood close to m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908765/ Three Months Later - December 2015I would wait to see him at the Scott's house. I didn’t. I had drove past his apartment many times, but his car was never there. - Had I dreamt him?There was nothing worse than waiting, everything still moved, when it felt like it shouldn’t. I&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908764/ September 2015 I liked sitting in Alec’s living room. I liked how he’d wait for me for to talk first. How he’d sit and touch the ivory keys, letting gentle tunes echo on the bare walls.“It’s beautiful.” I told him, lying down on the couch in my leggings.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908762/ September 2015He drove so carelessly. Windows down, and music loud.  “How long have you been here for?” I shouted over the music, he turned it down and his honey melon voice spoke to me, “About four months.” he took a quick turn in the road. Why had I never se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908718/ September 2015I remembered walking down the street I lived on. September in the cold air, with the touch of summer sun still about. My breath came out in a love puff like that of a cigarette. Living on this side of town you didn’t get to meet many ‘ordinary’ people. My mother, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908699/ I knew being with him was going to kill me, I would still die a thousand deaths.30th December 2016Twisted metal was cold, burning in my side. Crimson moulded with my lips, as is rolled down my face. Alec? Where was the boy like the metal in my side, the boy who had been driving this g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908698/ One wall was covered in colourful pictures, I suppose that was his life, sometimes grey, but one spark of colour. He always said that colour was me. So many times that room had hurt me, so many words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeorgiaRussell/1908697/