http://slow.writerscafe.org/OhThatGirl The original writings of author Chloe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007287 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We struggle together, fighting and crawling away from the consuming evil of doubt. But she knows it and I have just began to learn. She smiles lovingly at my efforts to change my mindset, never faltering in her support as I look through her eyes in the mirror.She's been holding my hand the entire ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/821783/ The infuriating cycle of wanting and disgust within my ownbeing is slowing clawing at my sanity and making it impossible for me tofunction in this world that I live in.Beauty to behold is held captive by distance andself-promises, taunting my mind and body with unattainable possibility. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/816213/ Fight or Flight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/803106/ Though souls have parted ways, I feel the strength you have left behindI feel the wisdom and dedication, and for that, I honor you.Forever, while not by name, you will be remembered.As a whole, you are true heroes.Individually, you are the inspiration.I will strive to be like you.Striving for the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/730936/ She smiles within the incline of a shadowSilver lined eyes of judgment scope an unfamiliar formThe passing lift of a brow indicates further amusementWith the knowledge of what is to comeBlood tipped nails leave the familiar color in their wakeThe unfamiliar form beckons to the callWithin the arched .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/723347/ Sing with baited breathEyes smoldering in the candle lightTouch shows the words that cannot be spoken to the earYour sounds are all you need to sayAs fingers dance over silken skinLet this moment tattoo your soulSo that this beauty may stay forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/720738/ A response to a Shakespearean sonnet from Junior year of High School. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704604/ Shakespearian Sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704603/ A class project where I was to mimic a poem's intonation but make my own words. I based this off of Sylvia Plath's The Mirror. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704599/ A playful testing of sonnets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704597/ Bouncing between and multi and singled hued,Two ghosts from pasts long forgotten come by surprise.Seeking comfort, repentance… Who is the lowly victim to deny the company? Box cutters look inviting to the heart that bleeds slowly,To cut out and silence the voice t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704596/ A personal belief in how life should be observed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704595/ I’ve always wanted to go to that enchanted placeIt’s filled with curves and peaksLike the swell of a bodyWinding roads lead to magical places where beauty is naturalIts texture varies from area to areaMountainous to softCollar bone to cheekColors of variatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704594/ Tempting the demonAmongst the fallen brethren. Beckon a finger and she comes willingly “Come my little one…” Evil is seduction to the consenting Chewing skin in contemplationShadows mirror eyes of lusting flesh Laced digits, m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704592/ A fond memory of living in Battery Park City. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704590/ Emotions aren't just personalThey're physicalHow can I deny the emotions, When they control the very notionsOf my actionsAnd reactionsThe fire to my beingOf all that I hold within my keepingI will work and fightTo make all I want rightBut I won't sacrifice my heartFor someone w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704588/ I do not care.I have no need to care.For if I were, it would mean losing the very essence of my moral dignity.To sacrifice, to savor.Lie in the bed you’ve made.These dreams play tricks uponmy soul and file away at the walls around. I will not care.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704585/ Sing the song ofwillowsLet the pain begin tofadeAllow the fake reliefto take overThe mind sets intocontent Let the numbnessbegin to fadeFeel the air leavethe lungsThe jasmine scent nolonger appealingPanic arrives, asfast as the poison .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OhThatGirl/704582/