http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheThingSheNoted The original writings of author The Things She Noted en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000678 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote your eulogy before you died
Because you were ripping out the IV’s from the thin skin on your stomach,
Refusing the soup I brought you. We sat and we spoke, and through broken teeth and shaky words we circled the drain in conversation.All I could think about was th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/3125468/ He tells me he has sistersHe wouldn’t hurt meThey say what if it was your mother?Don’t you have a daughter?Why does empathy need to string thin through connection of selfWhy can’t you want better for meIn the simple name of humanityWhy am I only safe in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2850117/ You tell me to take it easyBut when you’re in between my thighsYou want it roughHardYou want me to belittle myselfMake myself smallerUnder the weight of youYou like the way my neck crooks to the sideHow my head hits the plastic arm restYou like me weakAnd vulnerableYour c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2840305/ I want to reach into my chest and crack my ribs like a wishboneSlipped out from your dinnerChocking on my fleshToo thickCut that fat offHold it on the tongueJust for a secondDo you see how it melts?I want to rip each strand of hair from my head and build a nestWrap my bones aroun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2835444/ My Gemini sits in moon Scorpio is always risingStill have more days to ruin Which ones I’m still decidingI hope to see you soonMy tulips slowly dying My father just flew in My mother always lying Hum my solemn tune There’s knots to be untyingGrapefruit from the spoon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2828485/ I yearn for you in a way I did not think possible for myselfHow my heart achesBeneath my ribsHow my stomach feels emptyAnd sickThe way my fingers tremble at your thoughtMy chest twistingAt the lack of your touchI’m achingThe way I read about in my youthSuch immense sadness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2827959/ You were always one to blame the museThe silence in seductionBrought you to your kneesThe curve of belly fatMelting into your minutesViolent in brush strokesProdding the paintYou were always one to blame your museFor sweating linesAnd dragged coloursThe way the sky melts into the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2827323/ Poetry or a story? Not sure too high to see past myself and my words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2827319/ I saw that you were pregnantJenny’s getting marriedMary bought her first houseBut we’re only 25Are we not too youngA picture posted of AnneWith her soon to be husbandLisa posted a storyYes I’ll be your bridesmaidVisa won’t stop phoning meThought I’ve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2820040/ And I’ll leave this town behindLike I did the lastAnd the one before thatThough this time may be differentBecause I liked the way the waves crashed along the rocky shoreHow all impermanence of small moments became so obvious when you stood at the edge of the waterThe way strangers .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2819385/ I want to scream until my rage blinds meI want to grab my hair from where it grows at the scalp and rip it hardWrap it up in my fists like boxer tapeI want to kick holes in thin dry wallAnd smash my hands against wooden tablesI want to escape this bodyHave this thing they call a soul gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2819384/ Wrote this very quickly about the grief of losing a loved one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2819002/ This poem contains language from a sexual assault experience that could be triggering! Please do not read if that is too move for you - I wish you peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2818883/ It’s on days like thisWhere there’s no day at allThe first Monday of your last week Because tomorrowWill have been 7 days since you leftAnd I can only assumeI can only hopeThis ghost of youThe grievance it carry’s around my houseThe weight of its hands upon my sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2818831/ My Therapist had to leave me ... back to the beginning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2801267/ The blue rabbit has asked for a favourUnder the strawberry moonHe whispered it in my earWith notes of vanilla The tip of his tongue dripping blue ink Rivers through the canals of my earTelling me a secretTelling me a storyWith ribbons and bows wrapped in untouched hairBraiding of innocence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2798858/ I fear the face of addiction Because she looks an awful lot like meHarsher eyesRed and tired I fear the voice of addictionBecause she sounds an awful lot like me Harsher toneWatered down and slurred I fear addictionBecause it looks an awful lot like my mother And her mother.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2787246/ Just tell the Voodoo PriestessI’ll pay her in blood tomorrowWhat runs through my veins tonightIs far too stale to sacrificeWhen she is not listeningWith ears to my pelvic floorNo womb of heartbeat I circle myself in saltThe kind straight from the SeaAnd I call upon my angels Each one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2786742/ To Mrs. Mary Fooley - Though I don't know you, I see you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2786740/ Sometimes my naivety makes me feel like a child How gullible I must appearHow simple it is to fool me The candy behind your backWhich hand to chose I feel small Though I’ve spent twenty four years on this earth Each one harder than the last I still believe in the kindness of st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2781424/ And there he lay in the palest pigment that I have ever seen man rest inHe looked distressed in a coating of thin blue complexionHe looked so weak, so fragile He looked as I have never seen him before WellI guess you could say he looked vulnerable Like a child, so afraidWhat are we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2776063/ I find that inspiration fuels my addiction Because I am only seductive when I am sedatedAnd my words look so much better When I say them slurred So I feed that addiction until I am no longer hungrynow here I sit overfed and uninspiredBecause the words in my head can’t see straight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2776062/ I can’t stand you but would you sit with me A seat at my table Now that’s hard to come by because I’m always playing musical chairs with my demons But the music never stops So we pace around the kitchen in fury until my face seethes red And my lungs begin t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775686/ I tried calling you today from the pay phone by the lake The phone booth was graffitied in childlike writing Profanities I tried calling you with hands so numb from the cool of the October’s air I just went for a walk Not farBut I didn’t cry when I looked at the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775685/ She met me in the cafe Late noon Though we said early I’ve sat waiting It no longer upsets me Embarrassing But okay, understanding I know she’ll show Even if it means I must sip on cold coffee just to hear her speak Slow and softPedals on a ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775684/ My fear of growing old consumes my waking thoughts The white of the sun cream seeping into my skin Have my pores become bigger? The wide brimmed hat on greasy hair The silk of pillows I like to lay on my stomach It reminds me of being a child Yet I lay on my back So vulnerable and ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775580/ Driving through the cemetery on the lake shore does me no goodYet here I am Seated in my car on a cold January’s day Windows down slightly Whatever must come in Can also leave if pleased I know no one here And though I see the pity In people’s eyes as t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775197/ I wrote this after my dear uncle had passed, whom I will miss forever - holding him close. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775196/ And if I go Before you believed was my time Find peace And understanding In my consciousness of what it meant to be alive And though I lived a life Where suffering was present So was I In my past In my future I was present in all tenses of my life&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775195/ Not sure if this is a story or poem - u decide!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775092/ Running across the street Busied with cars Driven by the boys who honk your way Impatient in moving Impatient in growing up Laughing as you run with your friendsHand in hand Fingers laced Yanking Pulling Laughter Hot spring day Going to the park.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775090/ She sat in her boudoir Applying her face Rouge lips and buttery eyes Pink cream soaking her skin I watched from the doorway Mother always said I was too quiet Like a little garden mouse Playing amongst the hydrangeaSqueak squeak my love She would say as she pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775088/ The little witch down the street In her little black house With her little black catWas watering the blue of her hydrangea that grow slow in her front yard Pressing into the black fence Escaping I saw her cut the lavender from their stems And put them into a tiny vile&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775086/ Written quickly after a fight with a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2775083/ In winters snow On spring days April feels playful I do not She kisses my feet Wet and cold Brings me flowers I let them die Weeding out All the mud That dries my mindApril go away She cried today I can’t forget Her tears upon my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774957/ Some days I walk on steady ground Hard beneath my bare feet Knowing how to hold myself up Keep myself straight Other days the sidewalks I trusted have collapsed beneath me And I go tumbling down the dark hole of past days Some days I live in the present and I hear the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774956/ Have not much to say Except For the incredibly distinct difference between meAnd them How a group of people standing in a circle Chatting Can eat me alive Pick me apart Straight off the bone Not with words Nor with looks No malice or bad intentions&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774955/ My dreams have been so vivid that I no longer am able to decipher between reality and lucidityEverything is just one long day One long hour One long minute Seconds to decide if I have seen this episode already Everything is eerily familiar I’ve been here before Done tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774952/ The first writing of my 24th year http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774711/ The airplanes close to my homeCircling my neighbourhoodTaunting Self deprivation is only a depravity for so long Pitiful And then I thoughtHow life was inherently sadNurture or nature Sad in the way You are just a moment In a movement of molecules Sad in the way&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774709/ Red eyes But not romanticNot the showings of a sleep deprived womanWhat was she thinking about What kept her upRed from rubbing And pulling And wiping Red from anger And days gone by That have all seeped in to one long nightmare Red from not waking up I m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774708/ First period A busy day We file in like soldiers On the teenage defence Tucked behind my deskPeeling at the paint Speaker squeaks Then hisses Rings A low voice Stand for the anthem Stay standing for morning prayers AmenYou may sit Oh, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774707/ He’s sweet like cinnamon Just as bitter Hard to swallow Hold him in my mouth Choke him out The dust of the bark Too heavy to float to the top Sinking in my cup of teaDrowning in my sorrows Apples And autumn Cinnamon too Baking in the oven&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774393/ Under the Tuscan sun Dripping peaches Wet and sticky Fingers stuck to my pages Paper cuts on summer days Blood dripping down my finger Peach fuzz painted red Delicious Juicy Plump and perfect Under the Tuscan sun Heated rash up my neckMother sai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774392/ Life may just be dreadfully lonely With moments of community That leave me bitter Aching for something greaterSomeone greater That I may not know Life may just be echoed days of lonesome Forced to feed into the idea of connection But I’m not hungry Not l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774391/ Down by the river No not that one The river near my old oak cabin The rush of the water The brook that babbles on through all hours of the night I try to ask her questions But her answers flow too quick The river belongs to me In a way I know Mother Earth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774314/ I put the ice cubes in the glassesAnd the salt in the salt shakersI cracked open the window But it barely budged Drawn tight no one allowed inI took the turkey out of the oven Placed rosemary on top It’s so hot in here I chill the white Put out the red I&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774307/ I must stay awakeThough my eyes do burn And my ears do ring I can feel the mesh of my mindThe curve of my atoms Flattening with each passing hour The way reality becomes glass likeLaying on the floor Too afraid to move Cannot break what I can’t buyI must stay awak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774306/ Gliding down the freewayIn my little blue skates Rolling on down To the city Trying to keep up With all the old broncos Horses in their own right Wheeling free Down the highway I know it’s not right And no it’s not safe But I had to get o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheThingSheNoted/2774305/