http://slow.writerscafe.org/hickorydickory2 The original writings of author Hickory Dickory en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980197 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 His touch is like an anchor,Pulling me down, down.Down through the deep blue sea,Until I hit the ground.His touch is like the water,Suffocating and strong.I can’t escape his current,Although that moment, is long gone.His touch is like a chain,Tied around me tight.For th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2901081/ Why am I so empty,When the earth is far too full?Why does everyone see colours,But everything is dull?Why do I write poems,When my head doesn’t make sense?Why when people joke,I can’t help but take offence?I could ask a million why’s,And none would get an answ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2901059/ For a special someone, happy birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2899858/ Beat me up then kiss me better, So that way i’ll stay by you forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2899163/ Food is food and water is water,But water is not food.A snacks a snack and ice is ice,But ice is not a snack.Dinner is dinner and gum is gum,But gum is not dinner.Unfortunately.Food is for staying alive and starving will kill you,But what if you don’t care?Sunny day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2899162/ My girl is a sunset, pretty as can be.Full of pinks and blues and purples,So beautiful is she.My girl is a deer, innocent and sweet.A pure angel’s gaze,And she’s looking straight at me.My girl is very smart, in many different ways.Her talent shines so brightly,Her art.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2899161/ The silence is deafening. I’d never done anything like this before, never anything this extreme. If this works then there is no going back. Do I even want it to work? I’m starting to regret it now, but there is nothing I can do. It’s too late, the damage has already been done. I di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2877828/ Day 1 of being clean.I'm starting this journey for myself. I want to be clean. I'm sick of it, sick of the addictive feeling it gives me each time I do it. I will be clean.Day 5 of being clean.Would you look at that! That's almost one whole week! It might not seem like a lot, but I've never lasted t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2869371/ Love is a tricky concept,One that most adore.Very few despise it,Everlasting from the core.If you cannot find it,Stay with a little hope, forRight around the corner,At the end of this long slope,           Is               Your&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2869368/ There is a boy who follows me 'round,And calls himself my friend.If I shoved him to the ground,Maybe this will end.This poor boy without a friend,Gets on my last nerve.He drives me 'round the bend,Down every single curve.This lost boy without a soul,Really creeps me out.If he fell into a hole,I'd la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2869367/ All the restless nights I've spent,Wondering how I'm supposed to be.Wondering what caused this dent,That everyone seems to see.And each night I'll lay in bed,Wishing to wake up normal,Because all the harsh words that they said,Have gone straight to my head.I wonder what it is like,To be like all the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2869366/ The rustle of the trees,And the splash of the rain,As Nature takes its course.A soft, gentle breeze,To hide all the pain,Buried behind closed doors.A pretty cool distraction,From the hurt deep inside,So I'll fake my reaction,And push the truth aside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2869365/ Once upon a rainy day,I dreamed my body would decay.I dreamed the noises quiet down,I dreamed a soaking, bloodstained gown.I then woke up with most despair,Realizing what I had left there.For no more laughter could be heard,No more chirping of the bird.For now, here I am and here I'll stay,Longing n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2864718/ Today is like any other day.Wake up late to my father screaming at me to get up.Go to school and suffer through the first hour of Physics.Break time is spent with my favourite teacher.Lunch is the same.Go home, and spend all evening in my room, scrolling on social media.I don’t n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2862635/ A poem written about autism from my perspective, as a person with autism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2860299/ At seven, growing up is the dream.You can't wait to finally be old enough to watch that new horror film, or play that cool new video game.At ten, you can't wait to be a teenager.To be cool, with flashy clothes and the newest iPhone.At fourteen, sixteen is the newest goal.Finally leave school and go .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2859657/ Empty.Empty is the walls of that old, abandoned house,that we swore would soon be ours.Time.Time was all we needed,to mend our broken hearts.Love.Love is what we had,what pulsed through our veins each day.But Time is running out,And Love's not real.Leaving the Empty in my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2859656/ Shh! Don't you dare make a sound!Don't you dare cry out in pain.Just let your body hit the ground,And let that drip, drip, drip, wash your sins away.Soaked sleeves stained with blood,Stay still as you lay on the floor,No one was there to hear the thud,No one saw you fall."Wake up, oh please wake up!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2859654/ The moon will always be there,Shining with the stars.The sun will set once again,But we never did see mars.Mars is the forgotten planet,Shining bright in red.So every once in a while, give him a thought,As you rest your dainty head.Think of him, and when you do,Think of those around you.The forgotte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2859652/ Step 1- Walk through the school corridors. Feel nothing. Say nothing. Ignore the mocking calls of your name. Ignore everything.I can't remember a time when I wasn't hugely disliked. I don't know why they hate me so much. I haven't done anything to them. I guess being different is a crime, it certain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2859651/ There's a light at the end of the tunnel, or so they say.But when would this light come, tomorrow, or in May?And what is this light they all appear to have found?Will it save you from oceans, or keep you as its drowned?Will the light bring happy ending?Or will you have to keep pretending?So what is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2859646/ When all is gone,When all is broken,When all is dead at dawn.When words left unspoken,And bones left unbroken,The poppy will soon be gone.As the rose begins to wilt,As the water all dries up,Your heart is filled with guilt,As you smash another cup.The anger will not leave you,The sadness will not fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hickorydickory2/2859645/