http://slow.writerscafe.org/thetipsywriter The original writings of author the tipsy writer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979568 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You can have other’s words.Repurpose them for cheapSell them to world. All it cost is the water from my backyard.And an increasing line on my electric bill.All It costsIs my futureSo you can have other’s words,But you can’t have mine.I’ll hold them in my head.Cherish the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2961147/ Sorry.But ill start this poem with an apology because it’s a the only thing I know.Sorry, it’s like a second skin because my first has been damaged and I don’t want you to see… sorry I am me…. Sorry … can I just scoot on past you? I’ll mistake my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2942490/ When I was a kid, I would fly.And I would watch the world grow smaller, smallerSmaller……until it disappeared below me.In my dreams, I would fly Because Hey- it’s the best superhero skill a kid could ask for.I would fly, because I was free.When I got older,I disc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2942481/ Hell is a room with youBut Hell is also without you.Because I’ve intertwined myselfWith you, so deep,With secrets, only meant for you.And I can no longer undoThat messy knot of feelingsStrangling my desire to rid myself of youBecause we’ve parted waysAs we stretch,Stretch away from what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2909303/ I’ll open a pack of cigarettes When the night is that kind of cool and crispWhen the sun is setting And your bones start to chillOr when the morning is wet and heaviness clings to the air like a lover after a one night stand But they still lie in your bed in the morningI&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2909158/ Pessimistic, I know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2899905/ In the silent night, not so silent, Whispers fed and fear so triumphed. The moon pregnant in golden light; Foggy dew marked my beginning plight. And I felt the wolf staring back at me. I’d gone to reflect in the pond. So clear, so black; I was done. I saw int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2899904/ Fear is a stark reminder of what living can truly be.Of why we yearn to be alive in the first place.When we are fronted with that dread of the worst kind.We cling to that last, hanging thread that promises tomorrow.It’s found in the clang of bullets, the crashing of cars, and silence of someth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2849111/ NiceSmartDrivenPositive attributes to be sure,But f**k it if I can’t be likableCause I’ve never been.´That’ girl, The one ignored. Even growing up, The snickering behind my back. Or else, blatant disregard.I’m unlikable;Not socially ignorant.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2841989/ It starts with a thought,A wormy thing that infects Like a parasite Preying on that brief,Brief moment of doubtUntil it’s gorged And left a shell of something Previous living Oozing with despair And disabling paranoia But stillIt starts with a thought, A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2840764/ The bereavement roomThe hollow, soul-filling, sweet melancholy Of that that ugly room Has bored its way into my DNA.Becoming the first chapterIn a book of 1000 stages of griefThat became a volume of growth, understanding.There’s a chair in the cornerthat ached my back when I woke in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2838695/ On the walls of the world, it is proclaimed:“I am here”A small declaration in the shadows of giants.But I will be forgotten.And the giants remembered for hundreds, thousands, how ever many years. But the history of mankind is a fleeting thing.An ephemeral thing.I will be f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2836555/ How do you perceive infinity?You don’t.Give up.It is more worthwhile to discover the meaning of life.Your life, anyways, Rather than infinite others,That may or may not have happened.Just ask the cat,But he might be dead.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2832075/ Dreams are great imitatorsOf experiences and fearsRamming down barriers To roads once firmly blockedWith their bigNO TRESSPASSING signForgotten.How you wish it would stay forgotten.But no.Reality walks a fine line with All that is surrealDelivering that big heart thumping JOLT of figh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2830868/ How many futures lie aheadWhen the past still drums It’s old, persistent song In well worn, bloody chambers. I’ll live in the comfort Of what I know and what I’ve loved.To never grow and explore.Returning to the same sunsets But never seeing beyond horizons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2829355/ There’s magic in the wallsIf you open your mindBut be wary of monsters that strike from behindFrom frontFrom every sideFrom where thoughts ariseAt the beginning of eternity Stretching stretching stretching Back into those walls. Of geometric shapes and colorful computer scree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2824957/ Nature is a drug, so sweet,So ephemeral.But the sand in the glass has stopped falling.Mind rises to the sky Body merges with the earthIn a fraction of a moment I have captured all of time.And hold it in my eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2824956/ Have you listened to the orchestra of night?A rapturous suite to soothe the heart. Ah, how nighttime critters come together!The click, click, click of katydid whispers.In rhythm with bullfrog bleating. Stay awake to early morn, To a finale of songbird sonata,To keep you moving fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2812403/ Take me back, To my heaven of a million lightsDuring twilight of humid, midwest nights.In which even I could capture starlight brought to Earth Hold it in my hands; captured in my jar. Crickets sing a lovely lullaby-An anthem of well-spent youth.With the cadence of bellowing bullfrogs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2812402/ Give me rain to accompany arduous journeysfilled with hunger, growing pains, and aching joints,mile after mile.Those beautiful, low momentsthat bring mountain tops into perspective,to remind me that: yes! I have endured so that I can prosper.Ah, sweet tastes so much better next to bit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2811833/ I would ask my mother many questionsIn retrospect compared to my life lived currently.When my friends buy fancy meats from the butcher shopAnd I still budget for tax at the store.Mother, would you change anything for a piece of life,If it cost an extra dollar?Saving. Saving. Saving.Was my father&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2808255/ Tomorrow is a day,But not today.So I'll forsake possibility. For endless currency of starry seas,And nighttime memory.Tomorrow is a day,Still far away.A dash on a clock ,Just before the hour.Let me live now orNever.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2807285/ I’ll run to the shores,And hop on a boat.Sail me, captain, to where I must go.And where I must go, Is far from here,To a dot on a map, anywhere.Oh captain, my heart, I’ll know thee well,After sailing on swelling seas.When ran up on shores of ecstasy,I’ll say hello to my l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2807241/ What did the big guy say?Make it pleasurable? Yeah…Why? Evolution or something. When he puts the thing inside the thing… Yeah…And? It’s supposed to feel good. The motion or something. Nerves and hormones and such.Animals are weird.Bumping against each other to procreate. J.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2805978/ I won’t write to please you.I won’t even write to please myself.(Though’ I hope I do).I’ll write to get it all out of my head.Ramblings of a mad woman-Whose also anxious, neurotic…Sometimes depressed.Especially when winter hits.Doctor told me to get a lamp.A SAD lamp. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2805652/ Let me wake to pastel mornings.Sweet, soft skies that gently beckon in  new days.To melodic rhymes of songbirds Harmonized with soft river currentsThat carry me on my wayDown well worn pathsWeathered bare by those who came before.Let me learn from neutral days.That examine body, mind, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2805404/ I wouldn’t have known it myselfUnless I recognized that essential part of my being. I did know… deep down.Once I had even admitted it,But mother said ’no’It’s not right. It’s selfish. You were my friend.It would never be enough. Every second of eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2805314/ It’s beautiful-these ugly things.They’re real. Not posed to look real.What’s real anyways?When mom told me to smile,And forgot the landmark.Capturing that big, bold smile.And missing teeth. What’s real, indeed?When I wore too much jewelry.Cheap things. In brigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2804997/ Thoreau loved Maine and I understand whyWith its subtle, ancient wisdomDemure mountains contrasted against the Rockies,Which scream and yell their existence.Within Walden, within Maine, there is simplicityThere is being for the sake of being.Living deliberately and fronting essential factsA quiet ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2804421/ I’ve given my future to the westTo the grand possibilities of tomorrow.To sunny days and rainy daysEndless drives through wheat countryAnd grapes growing on vines.But I left my heart in Maine On the rocky shores of midcoast baysIn forests beneath subtle giantsHaunted, archaic, and knowing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2804417/ There’s something to be saidFor taking a worn pathCarved in by your stepsFrom the journeys beforeEach step, familiarEach step, a coming homeNew adventures are thrilling,An exploration of the mind and body.But the familiar road is an exploration of heart.And a reminder of all you are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2804416/ Let me be beautiful.Let me be intelligent.Let me be inquiring.And a wanderer.And diligent.And complex. Let me be happy.But let me be real. Let me be ugly.Let me be angry.Let me be crazy.And insecure.And flaky.And messy.Let me be strong and weak, Two sides of the same coin. Let me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2802790/ I hold these moments close Afraid that with time, they will fall awayAs ephemeral as their moment of birthForged from early morning drives And heavy breaths to a summitWho knew understanding would come like this? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2802526/ Did I find God in the forest?Did I find peace?Can I confuse the two,Or have one without the other?The trees are my god.The mountain is the alterAt which I lay all my fearsOnly to have them find me at the bottom.The trail is the proving ground,But I don’t know what I’m proving,Other than .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2802523/ On the mountain,your life is laid bare As the town andlandscape below. A birds-eyeperspective on what you hold close-Fears andaspirations. All becomes one asyou become all.This is the onlymoment that has ever mattered.  The descent istrick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2785899/ "You had me at Merlot.""Wine me up and let me go." Kitschy sayings onlittle signs."Yes, I love it. Thank you."I hate it. Don'tthey know? Just because I drinkit.Just because I makeit.Does not mean Iexcuse bad humor.  A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2780631/ First and foremost, let me apologize for myself.For that thing I might have said. Or that thing I probably did. To make you regret your presence in my life.For saying too much. Too little. Nothing at all. I don't blame you.I'll blame myself instead.Give me time to perfect my actions, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2780629/ Mountains areobstacles but who can resist the challenge of climbing to the top,Of a glorioussummit. Of glorious passion. Of glorious perspiration.…Endlessperspiration. Endless determination. At the top of theworld all things die. False dreams die. Anxieties.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2779789/ I traverse you withfierce determination.Your smooth curvesso familiar yet unyielding to even a firm grasp.God, I hold youtight to fall at your feet.When the storms cameand weathered a crack through your soul,How could I not helpbut to rejoice?A place hol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2779788/ Heat. I hate thisstupid heat. I should be in Alaska, maybe Antarctica. 115. That's not areal temperature, right? Too much heat. Stupid heat. Buthey, you're from Indiana, right?Youguys have heat? Well, kinda. It'svery wet.Like stepping out ofa shower and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2779764/ Partial of chapter one... i'm doing some maritime research :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2779693/ A tragic maritime fairytale where a sea entity is trapped into luring ships to a watery grave to keep her human love alive, but the passengers of the Amour Fou have no intention of going down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2779692/ BAM. BAM. BAM That's not real. Noit is. You better hurry.That guy's on theground!Dead? No, justflattening himself to the ground.Should I get on theground?My mother's running.So I run too. Escape into abuilding.Oh God, is that myheart? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2779691/ I feel. I feelemotions, I think…. Sometimes….Sometimes not.Empty. Searching. Grasping. Futile grasping.What was thatsadness that engulfed me before it went away?Happiness? Just adream, so far away.Anyway, it's all faraway.I'll watch myselfn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2779684/ I could probably expand on this and maybe one day I will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2762484/ Enjoy:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2762482/ A little tiny thing about an awakening of mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thetipsywriter/2762481/