http://slow.writerscafe.org/kelseyalexrose The original writings of author kelseyalexrose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050661 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 January 4th, 2017One year ago, a friend and I made a pact. We promised each other that 2016 was going to be different. That it would be kinder to us; that the winds would be sweeter, the stars brighter, and the waves soft and small. But instead we got tsunamis. Our wind was a vortex of sweet and sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1877285/ September 8thI'm feeling saccharine-sweet,Freely floating, slowly slipping, back into my body;Into my own two feet.I'm digging my toes into the dirt,Upturning broken roots and rough chunks of stone,And oh my my,How this settles my heart so.It might seem strange or boring,Or it might not seem like an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1826936/ How would you like me?Head-down, tongue-out, following close like a little puppy-girl?Dizzy with your stars spinning around my eyes?Cross-eyed,Brain-fried,Chucky's doting bride?I won't kill a man for you,I won't sacrifice my stride.Your pride tears me open,Fingers reaching,Mouth closin',Hand grippin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1826504/ January, 2016Reflection can be a dangerous thing.Nostalgia can twist a person up inside, can rip and slice and cut our memories into things they never were; can torture us with it, can possess us with it.I think this is the first year my reflection has been just that; a reflection.A momentary pause .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1806604/ February, 2015This week has been weird. Like waking up Monday morning slipped me into a slightly altered universe. Everything is essentially the same on the surface, but so many little things are wrong. They’re… different. It’s making my head spin, and my stomach twist. And all th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1806596/ January, 2013Today, the world outside of the school’s glass doors looked like a snow globe. I felt like a tiny teenage figurine.As breakable as one, too.- - - - - - - - - - >February, 2013My favourite memory from my childhood is riding in my grandfather’s transport truck. He was a tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1806591/ July, 2011Tomorrow I turn sweet 16.I don't feel any older today than I did a year ago,And I'm not sure that in a year from now I'll feel older than I do at this very moment.I've always felt stuck in the same age;What age, I don't know really, but stuck in it, most definitely.- - - - - - - - - - >.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1806586/ a diary of sorts. a naked peak inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1806583/ A love letter in limbo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1801199/ To the greatest man I never knew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1706579/ small-town high school party http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1703657/ Winter 2016 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1701850/ Fall/Winter 2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1688381/ Summer 2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1688364/ a diary of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1688346/ Mamma always said good manners were the best weapon a girl could ever have. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1660363/ Running is so easy when you don't know where you're running to.You can let yourself pretend that you're running to somewhere better,Bigger,Grander,Happier,But you don't know where that is.You don't know how to find it.Staying is hard.It hurts; it's like pulling teeth.When that roiling, burning feeli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1652781/ I don't know either. I've got wildness on the brain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1646117/ I don't know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1644649/ Could this be religion, or simply art? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1629936/ Stream of consciousness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1629930/ 07/28/2015For the first time in a very long time, I have hope.For myself, for my future.I have hope.I realize now how long I've been simply floating through life.Enjoying stolen moments and nights, more closer in-between as of late,But overall, I've been floating.And I didn't realize that until now... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1596025/ 1. Drunk friends are not real friends. Everyone is friendly with everyone when drunk. That's a fact. Just because you drunkenly bond with someone, does not mean you're friends in the light of day. 2. Honesty, while ideal, isn't always the best option. Some people are just too sensitive for cert.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1594842/ Mm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1577909/ My words feel foreign to you don't they?Do they alienate?Discomfort you?I don't know how to craft these thoughts in a way that's relatable.I don't think I can be relatable.I didn't spend my childhood in an arcade or swinging on the swing-set.I was mud and too much energy.I was lake water and peeling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1560537/ I don't know what this is. Venting? Relief? It's awkward on the tongue, I know. Forgive me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1559045/ a lily tale. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1556093/ 12/7/2011I am exhausted all the time now.Maybe it’s because I’m not eating enough,Or maybe I’m eating too much,Or maybe it's withdrawal symptoms from the meds I had before,Or maybe it’s symptoms from the meds I’m on now,  Or maybe it’s because I don’t g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1551217/ 12/?/2013I want to run until my feet bleed, and my chest and lungs hurt so bad I can’t breathe. I want to run until the trees dissolve into sea.01/?/2014These people are making me dishonest, and I'm not a dishonest person.It's usually my radical honesty that gets me into trouble.I say things p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1551215/ Always Remember - you are not bound by the reach and understanding of others. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1550676/ 01/13/2013I’ve always thought there was something wrong with me, ever since I was young --maybe nine or ten?My friends have always told me I’m weird.I’m sorry.I wish I could be more normal for you.I wish we had things to talk about --similar interests and all that jazz.I wish to re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1549383/ undated entries. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1549358/ 11/04/2012 Last night I drank whiskey out of a Halloween sippy cup, and the whole lot of us --ages fifteen to fifty seven-- wandered over to a neighbouring field, where we lit and released paper lanterns dressed as ghosts and pumpkins. They floated so high, that at one point they looked like a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1549356/ 04/05/2012 --I came home and I all I felt was uneasiness and stomach-ache. I need to leave. I don't belong here anymore, I can feel it in my bones.04/12/2012 --They are the only people my stomach lurches around.It curls and cringes,Churns and gags.They are the thick brown sludge at the bottom o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1549349/ A collection of journal entries. All truth. No lies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1549345/ I don't know what this is, either. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1535255/ I don't know what this is. I don't know if it'll stay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1532654/ I will one day name all those that remain nameless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1505767/ I only want to be consumed by something other than this worn-out, strung-out, fucked-up farming town. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1055623/ Built upon another titled, "Death" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1051734/ You mourn from paperto iron,You're in the bigleagues now.Batter-up with avertical toss,And another,And another,And another.Your uniform fadesfrom red to white,A deadly crawlTo the finish line.And when they carryyou on their shoulders,Screaming praise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1044167/ Hm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1043875/ Dreamy, nonsensical bullshit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/1043873/ A series of entries I wrote for www.oneword.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/843990/ Read the title as the first word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/822363/ Falling, falling, falling down... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/820915/ Written at fourteen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/818576/ The shortest poem I've ever written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/818575/ I will think up a title eventually. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/818574/ You regal coward,Deserving less potent of a name.You act like you’re the queen with power,Could I strip you of your reign?For the deserving deserve no less,Than the luxuries of sinners.And you, my royal mess,Are on the dark side of the winners. Now I’m rusted from the teardrops,Stre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyalexrose/818567/