http://slow.writerscafe.org/Boxcat The original writings of author Boxcat en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015378 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 did you taste upon your lipsthat beauty crashed a thousand ships?the tongue wrapt careful never slipshides the heart and helps eclipsethe urge to stare the world awayto keep the feeling far at bayremind of him is as to saythat was only just foreplayDid that linger on your tonguethe fleetingness of b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2797414/ I’ll assume it was a cold and dark stormy night when my mother was brought into the hospital. This event had been planned for months now, but I had come sooner than expected. My mother was screaming when I came into this world. Or at least I imagine her to be. I imagine her screaming not in pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2176075/ I am wandering in the forestLooking at the same trees I’ve seen all my life that have stood tall and dependable.Seeing the brown, red, and blue birds chirping their cheerful songs.Feeling the grass beneath my dirty feet sticking to my skin.I wander in this forest and walk on the old path .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2172377/ Still I look behind me to see their familiar shadowsThe broken eagle tied down and shot by the hunters.the bird who once soared in front of the wave.the wave that crashed down on the villagesthe villages built by the hunters who brought their wives.the wives that huddled together, dreaming one dream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2172374/ the fantasy of a boy trappedin his world.in his mind.in his lies.a promise ofbreaking truths,bending realities,burning perceptions, andbecoming someone he wants to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2169097/ Ditching the cat at the motelwe ran into the setting sun.Holding the last slivers oflight in our open sweatinghands we live forever We crash the bar room stopsscreaming at the people who put us where we areand singing to the people to the people we will become. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2169095/ COVID19 has really left it's mark on the world. I feel that the arts need to capture this moment and tell future generations what happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2167667/ For a contest on here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2167202/ The girl strode onto the stage. Her head was half-shaved, and the other side had long blonde hair that hung to her waist. She was dressed in pink latex. Her outfit consisted of many sharp edges, including the famous triangle sleeves. She looked like she had come off of a comic book, and she could no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2153463/ I used to be so small that they put me in a box and laughed at me, but they didn’t know that I would grow but I did grow:I grew and soon their box started to feel smaller until the box could no longer hold me, and everyone saw the person that they had shoved aside was no lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2151625/ There was a town far away by the name of Whoville. In this village, strange things happen. Fantastical things happen. There are talking elephants and even tiny planets. Despite all these oddities, Whoville was an ordinary town where everyone wanting to be the same. The lengths that were taken to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2151427/ The teacher gathered the students around him. He smiled and told them they were playing a game. It was called Simon Says. The kids knew this game. They were all excited. The teacher started the game by saying, “Simon says, stand up.” The kids all stood up. “Sit down.” None of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2149267/ A faint glow from far awayIt shines past all the dismayYou try to reach the far off light.You run toward the marvelous sightAs you run you grow tiredStill far away from the joy you desiredYou fall to the ground and start to crawlBut the light still seams to enthrallYour happine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2149264/ Light:The pastors liethey hide what’s trueSo how do I knowWhat I should doI turned to my parentsThey turned awayThey said they couldn’t love meBecause I am gayI tried escapingBut I got reportedThe doctors saidMy view of life was distortedI know I’m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2149153/ Alone:I’m in a crowdI’m on my phoneThe music’s loudbut I’m alone.I start to weepFor seeds I’ve sownThat I must reapwhen I’m alone.Happiness pastSadness grownIt’s time at lastsince I’m alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boxcat/2146638/ First off, my name is not Cinderella. 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