http://slow.writerscafe.org/EmmaFR The original writings of author Emma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013763 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I edge into the shallow water.A moss-engulfed stone my high altar.Ankle deepit seepsinto impenetrable poresseeking the causeof my tainted effects,of my malignant defects.The transparency leaves nowhere to hide.Every mark and scar magnified,but distorted, unaligned,chaotic like the mindwhich curses t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2020309/ Not Me v.s. Everything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2015985/ To insinuate that I don't care,to paint me as a monsterwho yearns to tearus beyond repairis ridiculous.An insult to all we sharedas you stain and scar,stitching in embroidered liesof embedded contempt.I balance on a needle point;tiptoeing as I don't dareto step out of line.But I can't see your line... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2012378/ Running at a concrete wallhas a clear trajectory:Preparation, Initiation andImpact.Then it's done.With an inevitable outcome.But suspend the moment,extend the thoughts,and expand the lens.It's human instinctto seek safety in distance,always looking over your shoulderso when you take a glanceImpact.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2011590/ A slender bodylooks somewhat weak,clamped and stamped as ununiquein the shadow of a ballerina.A balletic physique maybe a bit flat,unable to fight backwith the lackof a rounded defencewhen challenged by a real woman.A real womanbecomes shrunken,unmouldable to the plastic curves,inadequate .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2010515/ We were not bornjudging or praisingour bodies.They're no more than a tool.They help us create and performour duties and dreams.But they are notthe duty we must fulfil;or the dream we aspire to.So why do we post pictures?Labelling what could bea healthy, confident, beautiful beingas something yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2008959/ We are not programmed to see and feelor judge or praiseour bodies.They are no more than a tool,to help us create and performour duties and dreams. But they are notthe duty we must fulfil;or the dream we aspire toand sacrifice everything for,because in the endyou remember a person byth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2008050/ Removing yourself doesn't remove your problems for those who care about you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2006611/ Gender, race, birthplace....What do the boxes we tick actually mean? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2005732/ Fear kills more dreams than failure ever will http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2004511/ Not a criticism of reactions to faith, just an admittance that I prioritise the wrong things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2003584/ When you refuse to look inward for the answer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/2000967/ I wrote this imagining I was saying it aloud, and I hope you can hear my voice in it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1999632/ Tied to a rotting street sign.A murky brown puddle-accumulated from rain dripping off his shivering underbelly-to drink, gratefully.Windows too high to see into.Just brick upon brick.A coarse rope,permanently indenting,so short he can't moveor bend round to lick wounds.He stand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1998246/ Wrote this after reading Robert Ray's poem Judged on here-which I think is incredible http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1996762/ The freezing bus at 7:00 this morning made me think I should write a big metaphor so here it is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1996324/ I wish I had really seen my grandparents as people and not an obligation when I was younger, because they're pretty awesome people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1994802/ It was only a denim skirt, with opaque black tights http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1994756/ Short, improvised scene just for a bit of fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1994275/ I know it's not rightto laugh when it's supposedly a fight.I just can't help it.It's not only because you talk s**t.Although that is a contributing factor.It's mainly because I lack theability to admit defeat.I block the pathso victory and you can't meet.I'm childish, you'll say.That's the price I p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1994063/ Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Physiological needs comes before self-actualisation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1993761/ Inspired by seeing my Dad help my Gran across the road when it had snowed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaFR/1993583/