http://slow.writerscafe.org/bustang65 The original writings of author Lily M. Noithe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776406015 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 From a dream.. Always will be a dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/972031/ Another prompt- to write a dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/829354/ A rough draft of a short story for Creative Writing Class 11/13/11 From prompt- "Get me out of here." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/821539/ Another assignment from the Creative Writing Class November 6, 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/818188/ I’m running towards the subway car, trying to catch this oneso I can get to my next stop in Moscow early. I still have to catch a trainhome Amsterdam.  I make it just in timeand settle into a seat on crowded, rancid smelling car. This time of day, you’llsee anything on these.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/813726/ prompt started with "She got in the car" for a Creative Writing class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/812059/ A descriptive prompt poem where I basically had to fill in the blanks and had to describe myself, I suppose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/809953/ 2007. Required narrative and rhyming poem. Eh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790890/ 2007. Our first required poem in a class, and my friends asked me to write a bus poem. My first bus poem, and also my first poem to tell people they can kiss it. Ha! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790889/ 2007. Chopped the old end off. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790888/ 2007. So corny. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790886/ May 8th, 2011. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790885/ 2007. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790884/ 2007. Slightly revised in 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790882/ 2006. Written out of frustration. Not been revised since back in the day, ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790881/ An assignment where they started the thought, and you finished it. I will make sure to discern the assignment's words from mine. It was NOT supposed to be revised; just whatever came to mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790880/ The second religious poem 2007/2008. I really wonder what the heck I was thinking when I wrote this. Wish I knew... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790876/ One of the two religious geared poems from 2007/2008. Took out a stanza in 2011. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790873/ 2007. Slightly revised 2011. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790871/ Old one from 2007 =) Just revised and took out a stanza I didn't feel fit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/790870/ Written in late July/August of 2011. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789717/ Written on iPod on September 5, 2010. Not been revised except it never had a title until now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789716/ Originally written on September 15, 2010 and was part of about 4 or 5 stanzas. Scrapped this part and slightly revised it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789714/ Also not sure about this one. Written hastily a year ago and revised this month. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789712/ Written just staring at the clock waiting for lunch a year ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789710/ Not my usual type of writing but I think it's okay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789709/ Wrote once just watching a girl braid her hair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789707/ also old, kind of silly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789311/ An essay from Freshman year of high school, of a highly condensed story of my horse and I- how we lost and found each other. Intersected with some of the most difficult time of my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789307/ Middle school. Ha! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789302/ Also another old one from high school rooting from bullying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789300/ Not sure if I want to go back and change it yet. Kind of vomited it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789299/ Wrote this as I was falling asleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/789296/ My first real poem a long long time ago. Still one of my favourites. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/788657/ Lord please forgive me,For I do not know.I know not who I am.Therefore;I know not what I do,I know not what I say,And I know not what I feel.Father, forgive me,I know not who I love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/788656/ Another old one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/788653/ A poem from several years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/788646/ The grass flies byIn the Light of passing cars-Home is still far. I hear the diesel hum and purr-Seemingly the soundtrack of my Life.Forever a comfort-An anecdote to my worry andstrife.The road linesa blur,       &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/788644/ Is this a poem for a newbeginning,Or is it an outlet for mysuffering?I do not suffer by bleeding,Bruising, or breaking.Neither do I weep from sadness,Pain, or despair.I do not scream from horror, Agony, or fright.I only wonder. I suffer from confusion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bustang65/788641/