http://slow.writerscafe.org/DuckieExplosion The original writings of author Breezie Kae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979524 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is how it feels to be a cancer and 2x suicide survivor. No censorship, no glamorization, no "puppetry." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/718339/ I'm in love with words;they make me shiver and shakefrom the top to the bottom of this day,I quiver and quake.I'd die without my words;they make me cry and hurtbut most of all, and even worse,I smile and burst.I drink up these words;they drizzle and drenchand when every one's spentthey fizzle and qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/680947/ Life is some crazy s**t.I look down at my feetand think of the shoes I used to wear:Hand-colored,one green,one orange,covered in sharpied scribblesof broken up bands.We thought we were so cool.We thought we could be rock stars.Maybe it was the hard lemonade talking,but winter seemed a lot warmer the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/680944/ I can't reach far without toppling over.I can't believe without a four-leaf clover.I can't move on because I never began.I can't take risks unless it's part of the plan.I just can't choose;it's just the thing that I couldn't do.I can't get up out of bed today.I cried the last five hours away.I don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/680937/ I lay my head downand I bring it back up -it feels like forever.My cheeks are burning,my lips are numb,the blackness is swallowing.My mouth feels dry,my mind feels slurred,the blue clock calls to menearly four in the morning:Goodnight sweetness,it's time for New Year's Day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/680930/ Bitter deep pinkdissolving inside this cranium -days passing by,but nights so sweet.Sweet candy cornkilling the sunset -bringing and dyingby the horizon.Impossible blacknessby impossible bright -the days pass by,but the nights are fine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/680927/ Note to self, don't underestimate this earth.The leaves are dead, but this death, it was your birth.It all comes down to the subtle words you heard:Don't beat yourself up again,like cold butter on this broken bread.When these crumbs come alive,anthills racing just to make it rightWhen these words le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/642912/ I wish I only ever had to write poems,that I could just lock myself up,armed with midnight inkand let myself go.I could live that way:Alive and unafraidin these lies or these truths.But I lack the right kind of ambition,I lack that bravery.I'm in love with what I'm notand I loath my own lifestyle -a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/642902/ I feel like poetry losing its verse.I feel like an activist with nothing to converse.I feel like a lie in my own fantasy.I don't live for anything real.It's exciting just to stare at a screenand wish that I lived that life.I wish I could fly into the stars.I wish I could sing a beautiful song.I wish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/642898/ They said it was enough to kill a horse -a f*****g horse - within three hours.I'm sorry I put you through that,I wasn't thinking of anyone but myself.It's been almost two years nowand it is still the most significant event of my life.It was when help was forced upon me,and denial was forced away fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/642895/ Let me tell you how pathetic my love life is.The current object of my affectionsis a fictional character.My longest relationshipwas when I forgot I was dating someone.(It turned out they had already tried to break up with me over Myspace, butsomehow managed to even fail at that.I'll be honest,he was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/642888/ Don't tell me that it's over, because I'm not done.I'm changing my world in the spirit ofthree, two, one.I'm shooting down the moon when it blocks out the sun.Don't tell me that I'm losing before I've begun.I won't know what my odds are until I am done,so don't shoot down my sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/642881/ It seems that the sunonly burns the ones that stare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/630212/ A Villanelle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/630206/ It’s supernatural, the fire ofthe lightningin the silver dusty dusk;the spark of creativity, thespark of liberation,the spark of the hopeful cries:Today is the day for makebelieve,today is the day for pursuing everything you’ve been afraid topursu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/630202/ Occasionally, I can tastesweetness;sweetness that tastes bitter tomy senses.Tongue can taste the darkness inthe flavor,eyes can see the contrast of thefallenmoon; the new crater of myexistence,falling much shorter thanexploding star. Falling �.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/630200/ Take my fiery heartand quivering of my lip,release energy. Piercing, burning slow,moisture and heat on my cheeks,losing clarity. Mayhem, then calmness,steady movement of my lungs;such a soft movement. Ice behind my eyes,black behind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/630198/ I always was for the words not spoken,and I always was for the rawest thought;yet it was the silliest kind of fluff,believing somehow in some kind of fate. I don’t believe in everlasting love,because at some point, I somehow forgot;because love was such a pitif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/630195/ Note: For the purposes of the Spontaneous Poetry contest I'm entering this into, I did write this directly into WC in only a couple of minutes.One, two, three, four...I've got another way to say I'm sorry,talk to the one with the fading conscience,tell me to say that I know just how you feel.Fade to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/630190/ Beauty only realizeswhat beauty takes again;dystopia is thrilling,the darker place is zen. Tearing windows side by side,straight to the open place.Fearsome drifting through the gap,only seldom erased. Take another, take a hand,as beauty takes this in.Lovely drifter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/627023/ This situation caught me at the wrong time;it appears to be I've gone out of my mind.I just want to tell you thatI'm stuck on this, and that's a fact -but the words don't say it right.I want to slowly undo your skin,and take a look around just to see if I fit in.The thought of you di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/623678/ Terrorist of my mind,this force like a black holesucks me in. Taking in, like my kinare needles piercing soul -all are blind. Yet dark eyes, familiarto the tattered up flesh -I deny. Never look at the skyfor fear it may reject -peculiar. Peculiar i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/622141/ an etheree http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/622140/ a Rondeau http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/622139/ A series of Quinzaines http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/622138/ A series of Quinzaines, reversed with each stanza. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/622134/ I remember the day when the world turned itself upside-down, and I mean that quite literally. It all started on a routine Tuesday afternoon shopping trip. I had just gone to pick myself up some organic eggs and organic cheese from my local health food store, you see. I had decided about a year befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/609363/ Fossil,hidden, lifeless,waiting, fading, staying,bones, endoskeloten, exoskeloten, legs,crawling, consuming, living,black, stealthy,insects. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/605179/ Hourglass:Transparent, ivory;falling, pouring, ending.Time. Seasons. Music. Dust.Spinning, scratching, skipping;opaque, ebonyrecord. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/605177/ By the time I come to sharemy own personal love affair,wasting time, yet it's not fair:My comfort is extinguished. My self-worth is being brokenbeyond my own words spoken,beyond my heart's due token:Today has been diminished. Yet I was happy beforeand I still wanted e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/605175/ Fireflies falling and windy days drying up skin;can't help but notice as I wait for this to begin. I only wanted an ego,I only wanted this word,I only wanted the rainbow,I only wanted the world. Exoskeloten is crushing my insides,you'd only notice with opened up eyes.Fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/605172/ Escaping,floating up fartherthrough puffs of condensation:Sensation,sending me awayup into the mountaintopswith only the birds now;screaming.Screaming to actually be heardand to be given this creditso overdue.To stop laying on this floor,being trampled and trampled.To laugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/605170/ My point of view is always changing,it seems it never could be tracked down.Tell them all your journey,tell them all the truth,that you is ruling you.Are you tired from your daydreams,or are you just another restless pawn?Tell them all your musings,tell them all you know,you're never letting go.Take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/601142/ Delirium takes the preemptive strikeas fluvial daydreams invade your brain:You are aware that you are only youngwith aspirations far beyond your capacity.Taking extra care to avoid the foolish,taking on labors that need taken on.You are falling behind at the rate of a rocket,observing from the groun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/601130/ This room is a time capsule,chock full of papers, memories,some embarrassing,none too sweet.Such as my first poems,in a crayon coloredconstruction paper monstrosity,I never would have guessed where it would lead me.Their words, they make me gag,hideous rhymes, cliches,staring at my rootsun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/594751/ I've been listening to a lot of Jason Mraz, and I'm very envious of his ability to write wordy lyrics that flow and sound intelligent. So I attempted to do that with this set of lyrics. Thoughts? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/592158/ Told you I wanted my personal expressionbut you rolled your eyes, said it was an obsession,said I'd never make it on my own.Somebody please throw me a bonefrom the dog outside, got more drive than me.He's out there barking at the squirrel up the tree.My squirrel's a little too far gone,somebody pay .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/591747/ Recently, something's caught my attention. I was in this book store and there was not a single book of poetry. Absolutely no poetry. I've always been frustrated by how kids these days couldn't give a rat's a*s about poetry, and nobody ever gives the time to actually understand and appreciate it. But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/591420/ Please, don't take this away from me,I'm one foot forward and I'm holding the key, so please.Please, don't take this away tonight,I'm all for nothing and this time is the time.I said that I knew what my dream was, but I didn't know,when I told you what it was, I guess it was all for show.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/588052/ I built up some wallsmade up of cement;one blocks out the pastand the other, the future.Worrying for the pastalways made the present suffer,so I best not think of that.But hoping for the futurealways let me down.So I blocked myself out.I couldn't trust myselfwith my own memories.I couldn't trust to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/588040/ 1:41,pathetic,I don't like youor anyone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/588039/ If you asked me what I want,and I say there's nothing more;don't believe me when I sayI know just what's in store.I tried to stand too tall,and I tried to do my best,but all these painted wordsI just could not express.So paint me with your heart,and paint me with your love.Paint me ivory with things.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/577638/ It seems I'll be okay,and it seems that I'm developingin a most peculiar way.I'm becoming rather muse-less,and even more inspiredby this end result.Beauty,talent,ego;I'm much too modest to admit it,but I think it's what I'm looking for.Finding my trade,but I'll shine through anything;no su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/577291/ Pushing myself away,I can't bring myself to stay.I can't bring myself to say,I admit it, I'm lost.But am I being pushed away,or am I just not following you?Crimson for lies and indigo sadness,I'd try to keep up if it weren't for your gladness.I may feel like death, but this death is so fabulous;I co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/571877/ The singer up there said he believed in Jesus,it's not quite the same, but I do believe in this,these moments are bliss.The singer up there said he believed in someday,he sand a song about life being washed away;I can't stand another day.Because I got love,but I don't got freedom.This is the part wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/571876/ I can't remember the first timeI wanted to cry for no reason.I wanted to diefor no reason.My tears fell,and they were the only things that were clear.I wrote cliche poems about depressionand my life crashing before me.I was eleven years old when I first saidthat nothing would ever be the same.But ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/569795/ She sits by the pool eating buttered puffcorn,gossiping, keeping secrets.Did you hear what Sarah said?I can't believe she would.Where were you last month?Nowhere, she said, because she really was. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/568180/ You don't need much for this journey:A nice pair of leather boots,a hunting knife and a heart.Don't forget experience,protect yourself from the sun;don't eat the poisonous berries.Don't keep making the same mistakes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/568176/ Take me to the sand,because the sand is blazing.Make it burn my feetto a black oven crisp.Pour that sand into my eyes,and force my tears to fall down.Fall down, and drown in golden oceans,the grains fall down my throatlike a human hourglass.Exhausted and dry, hourglass runs out of time -thank G.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/567040/ I never want to let go,but I don't want to waste my time.I don't want to lose hope,but I never want to be let down.I want to live in the moment,but I also want to live for the future.I want to be content,but I never want to lose my questioning.I want to change who I am,but I always want to be me.I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuckieExplosion/566475/