http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rbcole The original writings of author Rebecca en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986576 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You never read my poetry like poetry you always read it like a children’s drawing made with nubs of crayons. You never ask about the metaphor behind the blue ink spot in the right hand corner you just tell me that it’s nice and you pop it on the cold stainless fridge until I make a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2777866/ I learned to use a needle So I may knit your soul into mine I will turn us into a warm and itchy poemWavering lines and a million metaphors All to be neatly tangled with you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2775027/ I want to become so soft like a bad fruit,that my pores open up and the bees exchange my innards for sweet honey. My body will be riddled with holes so big the love is able to creep in.Maybe then will I feed the parts of me that I don’t know yet how to care for.I hope to forgive mysel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2774665/ Put yourself in the way of beauty. Rise in the morning facing the east, And as the sun rises with you Stretch your fingers up and try to touch it!Explore facing the north, following the finger maps of the mossy side of our great oaks.Exclaim into the south! Yell at the top of your lung.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2772078/ When I was younger sadness came so easily.I used to speak in poetry!My heart was a translucent silver ray of sun severing the blanket skyand it was jagged,Dripping. When I walk across the flames of yet another heartbreak I do not drip I do not bleed, instead, I char, And my feet .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2772077/ Before I go:6 feet awayWe sit and talk about fish in straight jackets while eating a sidewalk sorbet.You pluck out a tune“little soldier boy” A sad scene from an anime we watched as big kids And it reminds me of the ballerina music box that I kept for too long. Your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2767590/ When he rested his head on my thighsI wished it was yoursAnd I closed my eyelashes and listened to his hair growing.A moment, simple yet suffocating in silence. An eternity can be only a second When time without you stands still. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766584/ It always comes back to the sun for her, life Of searching for it, dreaming of it. She Felt the loss of it before She knew it, born in the frigid winter, where the sky was Covered with impermeable white clouds reflecting the ground below them. Shes gone mad for finding the warmth, and searched h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766409/ I am characterized by longing,for not even the knowledge of love is enough for the guttony of my ever aching heart.Always crying out for more, to be adored!And the loss of Nothing is tragedy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766408/ I’m so afraid of being leftthat I constantly internalize the feelingof you leavingand I cradle it close to my beating heart.So that when it happens(Because it will)I will be familiar with the loss.One of my organsThat was never meant crawl into my chest.And when you ask me if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766407/ I started writing poetry in the apple orchard.Scribbled in the sweet scent of rotting fruit in rainThe porus holes riddled with sneaky worms, out to greet the god of water, drowning in their faith.And through those winding holes grew a homeAnd the hopefullness of the immortal nectar, a pla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766406/ You are radiant, beautiful, sparkling. I want to be your friend and curl up in blankets and listen to mind plucking music. I want to smoke next to your window and talk about happiness. I might even kiss your face to get closer to your beautiful aura. To think that you’re on a littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766404/ I graze my fingers over my lips,still warm.The touch of your mouth lingers Left to right.Red to violet to peach. You created a rainbow in the numbnessLike when the waves are breakingthe colors cascade through the mist Just before they reach the shore.Evaporated.As if they nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766402/ Sometimes the numbness comes back. Pressing against the inside of my skull quietly,then violently. Quietly violent.Like I’m standing in the eye of a storm.Eerie.Or the storm is crawling in all directions and I’m standing still.Do you ever try to scream in a dream?&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766399/ You want to know what’s going on with me? Okay I’ll tell you. But you have to stay quiet until the end. I’m going to start off by saying that the earth is dying. And people are starving. And black people are being shot. And wars are beginning and ending. And I’m sad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766398/ Can we pretend ? That we aren’t bottled up, looking through these foggy plastic walls? That we don’t have expiration dates stamped on our foreheads and that we won’t be thrown out, poured out before we are empty,gone bad? And thrown into the ocean,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766397/ Steam floats from the cracked ceramic coffee cup.Thunder is more distant now, retreatingand the electric popping of the raindrops becomes irregular.Cautiously, a robin releases a fervish chirp, signaling the beginning of the woodland chorus.Clouds are rubbed away to reveal the rebellious patches of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766396/ I was born in blood.Imperial red, saturated, inside out.Dripping from my plump parted lipsInhaling deeply as if Awoken from a submarine slumber.Kissable cursing red. Awake and Alive! and I cried out for a woman’s touch.I am evulsed into the arms of many menand thus given the king's b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766395/ When I entered the s****y corner store and took out my walletI realized I don’t remember what brand of cigarettes you smoke anymore. I used to buy them for you.I realized I was forgetting the way they touched your lips, which was always more gentle than you touched mine.So I dro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766394/ This poem is about the struggles of an eating disorder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2766393/ When it’s 3:00 am and my eyelids are heavyWith visions of you Or 3:00 pm and the light sifts through my window blindsIn exactly the way it illuminates those golden flecksInto the earth of your iris Or sometimes when suddenly, Waiting in line at the market I’ll become So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rbcole/2765909/