http://slow.writerscafe.org/cheyennesummer The original writings of author cheyenne s garcia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990532 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I was a little girl, I remember my father Thomas Garcia was on a local Hockey team, I used to sit in the nosebleeds and watch him play. Number 13. He was inspired by many things, whether it was fathering his two kids or taking us for drives in his Jimmy. He always said, hey, that Jimmy is going.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2870003/ Your heart is beautiful. It consists of four main chambers, your upper left cavity upper right cavity lower left cavity, and lower right. Also known as your Asymmetrical Thorax. It is located between your throat lungs and esophagus. Now, the most interesting thing is that your hearts' chamber is gra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869999/ Some music I am working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869650/ My transition of substance and structure of a GATORADE bottle. Scientifically methodically and structure / the make-up of the ingredients to a Gatorade bottle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869648/ GUITAR FOR BEGINNERS.- - - - - -      ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIXX - DO NOT PLAY0 - OPEN STRINGO X - DEADEN STRING1 2 3 4 5 623456KEY 1 KEY 2 KEY 3 (E) KEY 4 KEY 5 KEY 6 (A)KEY 7 KEY 8 KEY 9 (D)KEY 10 KEY 11 KEY 12 (G)KEY 13 KEY 14 (B)KEY 15 (MIDDLE C)KEY 17 (E)KEY 18.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869647/ If I had it my way, I wouldn't follow.Today yesterday or what is in the wallow.But I am just a baby.Soft needy and crazyBaby baby babyWon't you say that goodness comes to those who don't hold onto sorrow.And from me to you, it will all lose the sadness of tomorrow.Because I am weak, weak and tired s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869645/ Some lay some. Someday I mightAll the glory back to youJust my feet I will soak, alright.And the sickness will follow, and this soft pill to swallow.And the morning will come, and the day will look fun.But today just today, be one of the good ones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869643/ And when it rains, oh, does it pour?And my feelings have gone to, grey. And today I feel the same.And tomorrow is up in smoke so...I cannot help that I am sick dying and broke. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869642/ And the lesser of day represented the greater night.unfolding, tongue of beauty and mightBeing with the world not wholly or partially I take flight and ignite the matter of material maternal inconsistency of my moon my moon my moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869641/ Powerful message we all carry with heart. Even the smallest step in the right direction could possibly impact a huge opportunity and sacrifice.Smart choices are easier said than done but for what it is worth, it is worth it.Welcome to the surface of truth not, lies and we must grow even though it co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869533/ Goodbye and farewell 2023, you have been good to me.Seems as though as I get older it is proof of an absorption ego is as though an active membrane of the trivial.But honestly, given she is victorious and prevails with abundance, acceptance was the kindest recognition I ever offered myself.So, here'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869532/ From one to another. I don't know or I don't care, is not good enough. A non-binary partisan reluctant to associate, cooperate or procreate unintentionally with no measure of substance is useless. You may as well not be counted as societal discrepancies as we evolve in the world around us. We have t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869531/ Throwing shade or breaking matter is not an honest pride because everyone knows... I wrote the book on human deception. Deceive or not to deceive this is the power of manipulation. I am the giving giver of gifts tough and breadwinner of allies and concrete grievances. Don't be cruel. Give life a cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869530/ Does in fact surrender of consciousness, through trial and error affect us gradually wholly or partially? What when where why and how? What's it worth... That's up to you. If you do not accept this facet you will never understand the fertile turmoil which that is with beauty and lies within the mess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869528/ I daydream in blue...blue houses blue horsesblue dresses blue things. Blue snow blue windows blue skies blue, blue ghosts and blue titled notes blue.-of a color intermediate between green and violet, as of the sky or sea on a sunny day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2869526/ What I meant to tell you was sorry, not so you can hear it from me, but because I need this peace. And from one to another, it doesn't matter. But when the night fades and the day will evade I choose to sit here with you, so here's to another letter. Like before. We are separating and going mad in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2862738/ So goodbye friends of old and new, something great is coming for you, and when it appears and the truth let it be, so I will not bleed but end up dead like another. And the truth bites and the heat will rise, and the few who spoke of it will disappear and it will all come to, but from me to you. It .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2862737/ Shut up, just f*****g quit going to the show with this guy I barely knewbeam on me, be my lover.I am sick with dread in this empty matter. And when it is over go, go away. Just shut the f**k up, it will soon be gone, like the other.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2862736/ When it is all overgo go goand behind every lie, I fear I will choke. So goodbye alright, goodbye. Seeing the truth behind every guilty eye I fear I choose spite overnight and when the night turns to glue feeling this with you, is all I need. So, alright. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2862735/ So tonight I will fly, above and beyond this broken sky. Viewing over the heavens I now know my true side. Inner delight we take flight and forever isn't promised so do this with me tonight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2862734/ Okay okay, I will stay. Falling in reverse I prey on the damned the sickness will follow and this soft pill to swallow. So s***s been bad, and I am going mad, mad - going mad, mad. And when it is all over in this sickened hell I will remind myself to cry... help. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2862733/ I cannot shake this stupid hellThis fear eats me alive, and I am sick (or maybe dead): but all I know is I cannot shake this feeling. So I eat alive all the lies... I have said.Dead and alive, I am not the living type. In this bad nightmare, I will never cope, sick of dope hearing the note of a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2862732/ TO THE GIRL LOOKING BACK AT ME IN MY BEDROOM MIRROR. AND ALL GIRLS ALIKE. WHEN THE COMING-OF-AGE SPARKS YOU WILL SURELY IGNITE. LIKE A FIRE SO BRIGHT THE COLLISON WILL FLY, SPARKS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT SO PURE SO VIBRANT A GIRLS FIRST KISS ON A SUMMER NIGHT. TO THE WOMAN-TO-BE, WELCOME BACK FROM A .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2851890/ LADY O LADY. TIME BEGAN THE MOMENT YOU ARRIVED. THE STARS ARE SO PERFECT SO BRIGHT IN THE SKY. WHEN YOU ARE NEAR, I FEAR I LOSE MY GRIEF FOR YOU ARE SO SOFT SO BEAUTIFUL SO FREE. TIME EXISTS FOR YOU ALONE LADY O LADY, YOU ARE UPON THE PALACE OF A GOLDEN THRONE. AND WHEN THE TIME FADES AND YOU T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2851887/ Soft delicate spring days. When times were easy, the misty surroundings were enclosed like a dream. Seasons fade, but my heart longs for a spring day. Thick fog unites my spirit and land above all else beloved to my sweet soul. I smell abundance. Flourished with lingering sensations and immacul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2851885/ My kindest regards. Written with love and intention. Thank you for your support. - Cheyenne s Garcia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2851883/ I stand alone, one wish one flame.He looks away -The whole earth will tremble andI will look up, but not to notice a single star without fire.There I was, holding onto nothing but the atmosphere around me, pleading to be alive with more -more than this.For my fear eats me, and standing juxtapos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2826379/ A long time ago, I was taught losslosing you was the best form of doubt; and in my heart I knew war.From sin and death, I found grave moral instinct. Wed in black, I find a longingsince you told me the hate we form against society, ourselves and the world is another tactile necessity for our ow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2826290/ I have not slept in yearsfearsome of your dyingdreams like rainfall, winter is forevermoreFor I lose trackand sleep is like hell, herefor without realityI bleed and bend the truth like a screwthe windthe breath the tearsthe end. I followed the crowd, leaning on the truthfor without a soundthe p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2826288/ If you and me, could see the world.If the Pacific Ocean is the largest body of water in the world, then we are actually so small. And compared to the amount of people that populate the earth, of how many out there believe we are the only ones like us. I want to travel to the moon just so I coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2820413/ A Courteous - graceless woman. holding my hand. When was I ever so soft, in knowing you. Behind every smile I fear I will lose my hand before man. And playing in debt we beckon greatness by giving it all away. FRANKLY,Of mice and men. And when you know you’ll be great by saying you k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2818815/ I love the oceanI think I can spend all my days thereHoping to love more deeply, be wild and careless; and remembering who I amBecause we do not have forever, and nothing is guaranteedSo just spend a little time awayTo be beautiful and not fade to greyTo be free and love endlesslyAway Away, Away fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2816689/ A liar and a thief and a protagonist. All three. Only a God of my understanding would kill, a murder so profound. I sit bleak with defeat. And I hated them. You can have it all, if just one last time. And all I want now, is you to leave. Gods are monsters, satisfied by blood. And I was a sick child .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2816430/ Time is sworn in blood, and I am a thief of life. But as i shadow upon myself today, here I stand and fight.As i wake each day i find something beautiful, i wear a cloth like mud sticks to my hands breaking a matter of death.Relying, little by little i am sick with defeat.my head sings a song i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2815069/ Mezur cadoah summa dioiy hone fina ida slipa wayo tu grisde horas bringa me painetan gelo tan gelo lova reflecto fromaah dremaiy waso her lovo she wasa mi queenand a now ay thousanda yearos between http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2815063/ Everything is sensual. Eyelashes catching light from the sun.Hunger pain in the middle of the night. Thunder storms on a hellish evening. Wishes, kisses, sadness and anger. The way my fist hits the dry wall. The soft laughter from children. The echo of the forest.Running water. Clouds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2814246/ And on a dark day I find myself between, and I learn to find a new meaning. I grow into something beautiful. Fully I am withstanding, and the bold ties underway make for a wonderful story. And in the dead of the night on a winter fall I lose everything to the gamble of a sheer passerby chanting pray.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2811251/ Death is sweetAnd from the breath of your bed sheetI’m a beggarand again I’m dead with defeatAnd the stories you toldWere so sweetBut when night turns into day I follow the sheepAnd from the hands you madeTiger eyes and a bloody handkerchiefYou tell liesBut still your songs sound weakAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2811248/ but as I bask in the silence. The ears keep what I never spoke, and I write to ease the pain inside.as I shame myself for our loss I look to the western horizon.Andthe pain residesSo as the train roars, I sip my tea in silence.written on the wall was, "call this number, if lost". So I read it r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2809879/ i try to forget, but time slips and through my hands i fear i have lost.and when i look into your eyes i see you too are gone. so i just shame myself for what we lose.and a time like this calls for a feast, but my heart is weak and i fight in my dreams.i hate loving something i cannot find words for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2806584/ let her cryleft as a wilted flower in disguise, a lazy day in my sorry eyebeside to sea as i wipe my brow. thinking to myself, this is a begging town.holding my breath i break the matter of the confined regrets, the breakers crash and thunder roarsbang booming fury; subtle desire. and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2805529/ Now if i were being honest, "i have everything i need", she said.but as i look to the sky, i hope to find life's deepest meaning.i lose at this game, it is a losing game.i try to hold it together but everything seems to amount to triumphant pain.i am not an angry soul, but my heart is weeping.so i t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2804970/ one for youthis one is for you.oh my love, my aching spirit is inclined to be by your side.until i close my eyes for good, this love we understood.passion and heat when you are near.i fear of your loss.for we know all to well.nothing, yes... nothing lasts forever.think of me too, i hope. summer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2803601/ You are patient and kind with your words.but as you blink,the world keeps spinning. and you think, for a momentthat everything amounts to nothing.and in the end you are the same.you pick up a rock and throwing it across the yard you realize the people we are,insidedeeply and effortlesslycr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2803598/ The miles between us fade, but i will always be your girl.i love you. i said. i love you too. he replied. how could i be so lucky i thought!i want you to stay with me forever, oh but cheyenne things don't last forever. i make one last wish. he is dead now. it is my 86th birt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2803393/ My heart is so shallow, i bite my tongue and swallow my tears.it wasn't me, it was them.i fight in my dreams screaming to let me alone. take me away from here so i can be whole again.i hate you. i have run out of things to say, reasons to smile words to play feet for walking lungs for breathing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2803389/ from my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2803387/ sick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2803386/ 12:51 PM 6/8/2020what is love? baby,love come baby, come baby be with uswhat is fuel to the drug ? and fire to the bloodwhen you're already spuni'm under the weathercome come comebaby, come , baby come baby won't you comei used to think i was old but the days never looked more numbbab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2467703/ each give [ takes a little out of me ]blind lovers take a spintill there's nothing left withinleft with a letter titledlovers fickle and thinrather be full then halfwayrather be with a heavy heart [ content ]than juxtaposed with your strangled arms pulling me closer and closer Far fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyennesummer/2467701/