http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shenanygans The original writings of author BlueEyes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003326 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is based off of the Jim Henson movie, The Labryinth! If you haven't seen it yet, you're missing out. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/1115607/ Didn't they tell youyou're not supposedto play on the swings anymore?That lifting yourlegs high to the skygives men theopportunity to look under your skirt? You're too old,DarlingYou have breastsYou have a sexand you have to hideitSo get off that sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/1115605/ Today, she smelled like vanilla andgardenia. Her summery perfume wafted throughout the classroom while Mrs. Julestaught economics. The scent brought about happy memories of the previoussummer, before we were subjected to price ceilings and tax brackets.       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/1115604/ Who are you to linger so?Who is the spirit; who is the ghost?Of all the visions that could beIt is you I see within my vanity Whispers drift from friend to friendCollecting on window sills, and thenfall and shatter to the groundThe spirit weeps; the ghost is foun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/1115540/ Finally wrote something! It's been so long... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/828280/ the red breasted Robin's Heartbeats....beats...beats...upon the bars of black ebonyuntil red rubies dripfrom its heart red breast and Time stops to weepto its beats...beats...beats...upon the bars of black ebonythe ruby dripping RobinSings to the beats...beats...beats... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/808943/ To this day I don't know how we were able to see her through all that rain. The raindrops fell heavily on the windshield making it nearly impossible to see what was up ahead as my mom and I drove on the dark road that leads up into the mountains. I can't quite remember what my mom was talking to me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/807145/ This is an old poem of mine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/807142/ The day ends once morewith a silent sigh it waitsto rise once again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/807141/ The caged syllablesIn a haiku's frozen heartYearn to break away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/807140/ Once againThe air has turned to fireHot wind blazes through the canyonsAnd the hillsThe hillsAlighted, burn to ashLike on the butt of a cigarette Heavenly FireIn the City of AngelsCall it destructionCall it creationFertile black earthBrings forth fresh greenLife http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/807138/ A rare instance where I try to rhyme... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/807136/ This poem is from June when I was going through some tough times....I felt very destructive.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/807132/ This was something I just forced out of myself when I wasn't inspired to write anything. I didn't think it was much, but I got some good responses on deviantArt, so I thought I'd post it here! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/807129/ I like the sound of the word "tepid." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/806712/ This poem got a Daily Deviation on DeviantArt. My ego shot through the roof that day! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/806708/ Shewoke up at the pink of morning when the clouds look like cotton candy mixedwith marmalade. The woman quietly got out of bed, careful not to step on thesqueaky floorboards. It gave her extreme pleasure whenever she could get up andnot wake up any of the other light sleepers in the hous.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/806704/ This is one of my most recent creations. For the last couple weeks, I wasn't really inspired to write anything. Suddenly, I remebered a poem I had read on dA in the past and was instantly inspired! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shenanygans/806702/