http://slow.writerscafe.org/MoonXshadow The original writings of author Jessie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215545 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Pantumn style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/802886/ assimilationasphyxiationthis transformationof my foundationexiting humanityand injecting insanitycacophonies in my cortexveering around the vortextorn betweenreality andactualitysilently suffering in solitude http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/788636/ the world is full of nightmares-not like monsters under your bed,but the demons dancing in the hall-the monsters outside your head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/787954/ this is just some word vomit to be edited. this will be part of a song eventually. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/783161/ It's broken the silenceWith agony.I lay, listening  my soulWrithing in the ether,Waiting for time to run out...I still remember the day my heart wasSliced in two,And my soul was stolen,And a time-bomb was placed in my chest.Sometimes the flashbacks haunt meAt my happiest moments,And someti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/775088/ One day,Some dude diedAnd went to Heaven.When he got there,He found himself in a large crowdOf other Heaven-inhabiting humanoidsAll surrounding a magnificent throne.The dude was unable to see the god he assumedSat in the that throne through the sea ofBodiless dead persons.There was singing everywher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/775062/ One day,Jessica and I were having a tea party.It's very odd she calls themTea parties,When she doesn't like tea,Only coffee.So there we sat on the floor of herLittle roomWith light shining from her windows,And her collection of dollsSitting next to tea cups,And even her pet ravenWa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/775057/ after he finished,I asked him why we nevermake lovehe chuckled,got up from the bedand began to put on his pants."Because I don't love you" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/774527/ Sometimes I sit and wonderIf I'm really as demented as I pretend to be.The truth is,I just find it to be deliciously humorous toInstantlyStir up chaos in an otherwise peaceful mind--toMake someone else feel the thrill of my ownInstability--Even for a short while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/774525/ A collection of poems that are simply ramblings from my brain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/774524/ We had plans.We made them this morning.You should have told meThat you were changing the plansBefore I look for you and findYou're already gone.I think you might be the reasonWhy there are so manyDisappointing menIn my life.Or maybe it's my faultFor not knowing the difference betweenSecurity andHapp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/774523/ I sit 'neath the sky,In the arms of my mother,a weeping willow she be.And I sit here wrapped in the vines,wrapped tight 'round the treeme daddy kisses me on the cheeks,soft as the wind blows,for the wind be he.My brothers twinkle down on me,numerous b'yond belief,for they light the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/774512/ Grandma sat on her deathbed, five monthsBefore she saw the pearly gates, and held herGrand daughter's hand, and told her about theTattoo of the black roses and pink barbed wireOn her sagging lower back."There was a time," she sang, staring at theWall. 'When I was young and blond, and pearly,With pou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/773990/ So why should I be the oneWhose body needs to changeTo impress the opposite sex?My breasts can stillTurn fat into milk for babiesNo matter how saggy they are.My belly can still carryA developing baby inside itNo matter how many inches of itHang over the edge of my jeans.So,I don't always shave my le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/773988/ I live my life in an iron maidenThat (I suppose) I'm lucky is tooTall and wide to kill me.I stand here inside my deadly cage,Listening to the world outside,And looking through the eye slot,While others stare at me,Simply watching and waiting.If I wanted to,I could cuddle up to these spikes,And let t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/773986/ My hands look so ugly at times.They dry out,They are rough.The remember everything they'veEver seen,Ever touched....The things they've done(I'm not as bad as some,but I still don't know what I've become.)I am a discarded Chrysanthemum,Laying in the grass,my petals falling like Autumn leaves,birds' f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/773956/ curl up between the arms of a comfy chaircurl up tightly so you fit comfy therecurl up like a little balltuck your face in to hide it allcurl up like a sleeping catand pretend you're alright with that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/770544/ I am a broken girlLiving in a broken world.We both want to give up.We both live in denial.We try to find ways to distract ourselvesFrom the fact that we areAllowing ourselves toSelf destruct--Not that we want to be destroyedBut that we are afraid to tryTo fix ourselvesAnd each othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/768456/ I'm on the Edge.I'm going to go through that brickWallofInsanity.I'm right upon theEdge.I can feel the rough surface of thebricks on my skin.I'm right there nowI'm already partly through the wall,sliding through like a Ghost.I want to bang my head on the Walluntil all the crazybleeds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/768455/ todayi noticedthat the lid of thetequila bottlewas missing.i didn't want dustto get in the bottleso i had to cover itsomehow...i found one of myempty pill bottles-specificallyone that held antidepressants-.i took the lidfrom the pill bottleand placed it onthe tequila bottleand then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/768453/ As Vivaldi's winter violinsDanced with snowflakesInside her CD player a few feet away,Cecilia placed her instrument on her arm,To play along.She closed her eyes and imaginedThe wind swirling snowflakesAround her body,Her hair dusted with snow,Her bare feet nearly frozen on the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/767922/ It came to my attention a long timeago,That I am not a very patient person,And I never have been.However, according that silly little holy bookLove is patient.And I must admit,That those words are very true.So,I have decided,From this day forward,I will practice being.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/767920/ I have always found it interestinghowThe toddler in me likes to feed off of suffering.When I am around peopleWho can look at the world with smiling eyes,I want to isolate myself,Close my self up in my pretty little shell,And wallow in the cesspool of pityThat I give myself,And sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/767919/ I no longer want to bea thread in the tapestryof this society.I want to wiggle mystringy self outand be free.I'm pretty sure the picturecould still be completewithout me.I want to break that needleoff of the syringethat society uses togive itself false hope--shooting itself up withlies, and delusion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766901/ One day I was reading a book,When some letters spoke to me.They invited me to explore theirWonderful world of words--And,Really,How could I refuse?!I didn't really fit in their world,Because,As you may well know,I am  a three-dimensional object,And I don't exactly fit on a page.But nonethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766900/ When life gives you a cup of tea,You have to drink the tea beforeYou can have more.You cannot say to life"Give me more tea"When your teacup sitsUntouched.Perhaps life will give youPeppermint tea, when youWould rather haveChamomile.The thing is,At the tea party of life,Life serves you the teaShe plea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766897/ I'm sitting at the writing desk in my mind,Scribbling all over the pages of my brain,Observing as black swirls and linesAre created under spontaneous movements.I don't even feel my hand moving.I simply watch.Many a time have my hand and this penDanced together on paper,My hand lead.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766894/ My soul is composed of water and fire.The doctor calls it "manic depression."I found this out when I had the desireTo spill my guts out at my first session.The fire in me will spark my madness,Ignites an energy that can amaze,But when water flows I feel deep sadness,For it can leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766892/ One dayI found Jessica withSewing supplies strewn all over the floor.I noticed that theParticular project in her handLooked like a miniature versionOf someone I knowAnd around her, on the floorWere more dolls:My boyfriend,My parents,And others in my lifeI asked her what she was making,And she tol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766889/ Little Jeanie went outside to play one day,And found another girl sitting out on theSidewalk, drawing broken hearts on the groundWith colored chalk. "Hello", said Jeanie,"Do you live in the neighborhood? Why areDrawing broken hearts? Are you sad?"The little girl looked up at Jeanie andThen looked ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766885/ Beat me with a shiny, metal baseball bat,Until I'm bloody,Black, andBlue.Beat me until I can no longerScreamAnd I pass out in front of you.Then shoot me up with dirty needlesFull ofMeth,Heroin, andSpeed.Then bandage up my bloody woundsSo I can no longerBleed.Put my body in the trunk of your car,And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766884/ Once,On a sleepless nightWhen I was a young girl,A demon boy came to the thresholdOf my bedroom door.I still remember what he looked like:Pale blue skin,Large yellow eyes,Slightly webbed fingers and toes,And wearing a brown loinclothAround his almost bony waist.He stared at me a while,Not yet saying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766881/ One  summer day,Freud and Jung,Sat together for tea,Discussing their latestObservationOf Society.They had both discoveredA truth that seemedForgotten by the masses,And spoke of this discovery,Staring at tea cupsOver their glasses."Those who understandThat there are others mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766752/ My life does not belong to me.When I lost my childhood,It stopped being Mine.That was when I stopped believing inEgocentrism.My life belongs to the peopleWhom I love, and to thoseWho love me.They are my reason to live;They are my reason to get out of bedIn the morning(Or the aftern.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766389/ 1.I've been sitting here for hoursWith the same song blasting into my ears.Then there is silenceLong enough to feel again;Two seconds of silence so loudMy head hits the floor,Two seconds of a thousand wordsScreaming in my mind,Bouncing off the walls--These voices:Mine, yours, hers, his,Battle for ce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766387/ I was driving down a hill one day,When something white caught my eyeIt was unfortunate that I could not stay,To get a good look where a flattened bird lie.Its beak was shattered, legs were mangled,Its wings were broken and spread wide,The poor beast's bloody feathers were entangled,Yes, I was sure t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766384/ Candy went into a coffee shop one day,Looking to be satisfied by a tasty treat.She sat by a window, sipping her coffee,Staring out the glass at the busy street.A handsome man walked byAnd caught Candy's eye,So she invited him to take a seat.They talked for hours about themselves,Their personalities .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766382/ Sometimes I sit and wonderjust how insane I really am.Then I think to myself"What if it's all in my headand I'm not really insane at all--I just think I am!"And thenI'm right backwhere I started. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766379/ Fairy princesses don't haveFairy godmothers--no glass slippersor fancy balls--just the grass beneath our feet,and autumn's song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766374/ My dear, lost boy,Do you remember when you took me to NeverlandFor the first time?There I learned thatLost boys are neverReally lost.Yes,They are different fromOther boys,And if they ever grow up,They will always be different fromOther men.I know we are far apart,That soon we will be farther apart,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766373/ Sometimes, when you’re sleeping,I steal a kiss right off of your lips.Do you know that you smile for a moment,As I add another stolen charmTo the jewelry box in my heart?You never remember in the morning,But when I can feel the sun pouring in from the window,All I feel is that one soft, secret.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766370/ Plato took me out of his cave,Promising a world where shadows and lightAre one in the same,Where physics and philosophyCan dance and smile,And thenHe pushed me down a rabbit hole.As I fell my eyes saw the secrets of the gods:Numbers and lettersMathematical equationsAll of them waltzing togetherMovin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766366/ You stare at me intensely,your fingers tracemy skin.You're herebecause you love me--I'm just herefor the sin.You whisperin my ear,"I'm soin lovewith you..."I say, "love you too, dear."(But that's notexactlytrue).You want to push theboundaries--take itanothermeasure...You're herebecauseyou love me,bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766365/ How long do you think you canKeep meconfinedIn theDarkest,ColdestPart of your mind?Don’t ignore me!I’m still here!I am forever theBlack birdSinging your sinsBetween your ears.You can keep me in my pretty cage,Made fromEvery key that has failedTo unlockYour heart.You can hide me behind st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766360/ One day,I made a flip book out of sticky notes.It was about a stick man whoshoots himself with anink pen pistol and bleeds all over theimaginary floor.I named it"Goodbye".When I played with the bookI found that it was easier to flip the pagesbackwardsbecause the pages keptskipping and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766341/ She first met the mirror when she wasabout four and a half years old,strutting around in Mommy's heels and pearls,wanting to grow up just like Mama:beautiful andstrong, intelligent, andsuccessful. She wasyoung, sweet and pretty,dancing the years awaywithout a care.Mother always taught her how to beh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766340/ Some night not too long ago-or maybe centuries-or weeks-in fact, I don't really know-a dragon I had never metcame to my window.He handed me a somethingin a silver clothand flew away with not a word-but a smileand a wink.I opened up the shinyhandkerchiefand a little black star floated outand kissed m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MoonXshadow/766338/