http://slow.writerscafe.org/Oliverlee The original writings of author Oliver Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172479 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Oh loveit's a dangerous thing I pull you closer to my chest I hope that you are listening gorgeous, beautiful, lovely,look at me looking at you thinking to myself "you are the love of my f*****g life. My whole damn life. And I hate my life." You have me wrapped aro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2021236/ I started towards the Cafe, exactly seven minutes, like I said. I was greeted with Bianca sitting at a table in the corner. She didn't smile, or really greet me at all. Instead I am "greeted" with "wow, seven minutes exactly. Punctuality really is a good first impression."I would be lying if I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2020000/ "He's in here,"Doctor Alders led me to a room in the ICU wing.I said my thanks and stayed outside. I didn't know if I was ready to see him. I very soon realized he is all I wanted to see. I opened the door and stepped inside. The television was off and the blinds on the window across the room w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2013097/ A love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2012714/ Another song I wrote lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2011631/ In the fluorescent lights of the hospital I remember seeing nurses coming and going. All the hustle and bustle of the emergency room reminded me of the hallways at school. Except less fighting, and swearing and people laughing. I felt spacey and sick to my stomach. I felt like I had tunnel vision an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2007505/ I long for you and longing is not the same as wanting and wanting is not the same as needing but I feel all three towards you God, what I would give to be independent and self-assuredI am f*****g stupid and I know I am yet I can't stop myself from feeling And I onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2005828/ It's the color of the sky. It's the color of her pulse, walking home. It's the fear radiating off of her. It's his pleasure. It's the color of her screams gasping in the night air. As the sun sets, it's the color of the atmosphere. It's the color of her lips at the "party". It's the color of her eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2005529/ It's the color staring back at you from the shore. One step. It is the color of the piercing cold at your feet. Two steps. It is the color that his never left you alone, all your life. Three steps. It is the color of your fingertips in the winter. Four steps. It is the color of the name that passes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2005527/ It was the color of his stupid over-worn novelty socks. It was the color of his attitude when he opened the ice cream drawer and stated that he was having dessert for dinner. It was the color of my nightgown. The color of the soft silk resembling grass, soft and silk. We'd lay for hours. Is this the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2005524/ It is the color of light. The noon sun. Their favorite color. It is the color of their most beloved treasure. When they smiled, it was the color that shown from their lips, illuminating the world around them, warming you from your head to your feet. It's the color of your skin after your bruise star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2005523/ It's the color of the peel in your teeth. It's the color of her laugh. Warm. It's the color of the vibrant brick wall we went to take pictures at. It is the color of my hair. My dreaded curly hair. It is the color that resides in Morris, our goldfish. It is the color of 2pm dates on the sidewal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2005522/ This is a beautiful poem written by an anonymous tumblr user that inspired me to write the other poems in this book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2005521/ A book of poems where each poem is a color description of a color in the rainbow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2005295/ Late night, bar fights, Brooklyn heights, am I right? Cold beer, standing here, no fear, let's hear it for The lonely, the broken, and all the other "who cares" m***********s never taking it, or faking it, or making it seem smallshout loud, and out, and proudthat we don't know what we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2004859/ Things go from bad to worse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2003811/ How Cameron gets ready in the morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2003469/ A teen struggles with societal "norms" and trying to capture the binary within them, while facing one of the hardest challenges you can face in your lifetime: being transgender http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/2003459/ I am in love with a boy; it's skinny love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1999989/ I can't breathe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1998759/ white silence is white violence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1998757/ this is a boring, short, filler chapter. I have writers block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1997565/ Ganton and Donnie sneaking around http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1997195/ A dumb short poem about my feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1996965/ Ganton/Donnie fluff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1995561/ Breaking the rules the first day on the job, followed by some gay relationships :))) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1993879/ Donnie meets up at the house to hang with the gang, until he gets a phone call from Ganton. Then things get complicated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1993821/ Introducing the characters and the school setting and all that s**t http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1993146/ Walking up to the cemetery wasn't that difficult. It was walking in that presented the problem. I knew when I left the house, death-gripping the flowers, where I was going. I didn't really feel anything until I got to the gate. The cold on my face suddenly tightened and I couldn't keep from slipping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1993114/ A drama about a group of friends involved in a really bad gang setting for their own survival. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1992908/ Another song I wrote lmao http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1990399/ A song I wrote, or whatever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1989692/ I thought I was enough? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1988932/ Do you remember what being 7 years old was like? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1988927/ I'm going through a lot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1988335/ A rebel boy confessing his love to the sweet soft nerdy boy he insists is definitely too good for him http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1984270/ I'm dysphoric http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1983585/ so there's this boy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1982022/ This is S****Y but I'm in the process of writing music for it, as you can see, it's a song, not a poem, but songs are poetry too, yeah? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1979418/ A short story about a trans person's "first time" with their partner. Kinda s****y but oh well :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1976901/ A mentally ill patient talks to their therapist. They may or may not need to seek further advice.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1976639/ A mediocre poem :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1976537/ A love/hate poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1976535/ A dialogue I wrote a while back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1976534/ A short poetic story about love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1976531/ An "I Am" poem I had to do for a school project that I thought I'd post on here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1976529/ A story of love and loss and the aftermath of it's wills http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Oliverlee/1976237/