http://slow.writerscafe.org/cemart95 The original writings of author Grenouille Rousse en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033835 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Prompt: What have you done? Write about it passive-agressively like William Carlos Williams' "This Is Just To Say" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1511075/ Prompt: write about a personal experience, but put in the third person point of view, not first or second. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1491955/ Prompt: to write a criticism on something common http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1491952/ There it is againThat all-too-familiar feelingCreeping up my spineAnd through my mind.ResurfacingIn the middle of the nightHand-in-hand with darknessSurrounding meNot a ghost but haunting meFollowing meBlowing its silent, cold air.It rides a fiery chariotDrawn by shadowy NightmaresAnd poisons my tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1445419/ I don't hate this house.I just hate the way itreverberates every soundthrough the halls and doorsand how you can hearthe neighbor kids play basketball.I hate the way itlets in cold airthrough the useless fireplace.I hate the way itsettles and cracksthe crown molding and corners.I hate the way itlets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1445410/ I only knowbits of your voiceI can only imagineyour laughYour hair has never been touchedby the fingers that weave these wordsYou probably don't evenremember my nameand that's alrightbecause eithersomeday you'll learn itor go without itbecause I don'tI don'tI don't have enough courageyetbut maybeI n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1444569/ You remind me of autumnWhen the leaves change colorsAnd fall to the earthI'm not quite sure whyBut you seemNaturalAs autumnWarmAs my sweatersQuietAs the windI dream in Octoberand November, of the warmthThat has disappearedAnd of good company.Let's get in a carAnd look at all the treesas they pass by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1444556/ I was going to write you a poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1240013/ EyesI can't focusDon't even know what colorMaybe brownSmileI'm laughingAlighned teethNot perfect but it doesn't matterClothesDon't even get me startedLots of jeans and purplesThat's more than okayEyes, lenses                          &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1184672/ There's a thing where you try to make poems out of book titles. I was sitting in the library today and jotted this down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1175801/ I wrote this after seeing the musical "Once." It is fairly inspired by it but not completely. This isn't like the things I usually write, but it was on my mind. Not sure what to put for "audience." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1155281/ Will I ever be something with feelings to hide? Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside? (Steam Powered Giraffe) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1136627/ Even if you don't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1097911/      "Hello," Stepha heard a female voice say.  Stepha looked up from the novel he was reading and saw a girl standing at the other side of the table. "Can I sit here with you?" she asked.     "Uh... yeah sure." He closed the book and turned so he could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1073544/ No one really knows what happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/1005581/ Stereotypes are not always true. Connected to "AFOWIS". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/977404/ Personified emotions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/977299/ (already seen) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/822639/ They tell me that white is not a color,They say it's a tint and there is no other.But I don't think that's necessarily right,Let me tell you about the power of white.As I shut my eyes, it seemsMy mind drifts to the place of my dreams.Over the hills and cities I findThe one place of splendor and sere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/796249/ One of the many metaphors I imagine. I wrote this a while ago... I tried to make it rhyme at first but then decided it should be free verse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cemart95/795514/