http://slow.writerscafe.org/mnyoung The original writings of author Mallory N. Young en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776117520 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Walk in and you feelthe tension and excitement in the air.Game papers and coffee cupslitter the tablesas their elderly owners prepare for war,markers poised in their hands like swords.I can't believe my family takes partin such a game of chance.It's supposed to be funbut they think it's more than ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/829918/ Can anyone guess who this poem is about? :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/827622/ This isn't my best but I hope everyone else does. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/826782/ I wrote this after we had a power outage a couple of months ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/824862/ I wrote this about my iPod and how I can't live without it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/824861/ I wrote this because my favorite type of tree is a weeping willow and I always saw them this way after I saw the Pocahontas movie when I was a kid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/824860/ I put my pen to the paper.It is my weapon of choiceand that's the way I like to battle.Using the words I've held backI expose you for what you really are,the lying, hypocritical womanwho dares to call me family.Blood won't protect you nowfor you've hurt me more than your actions could,and now it's m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/824858/ This is what I somewhat saw and felt the first time I had a seizure when I was thirteen. It wasn't very cool at all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/824857/ This is a poem in my dog's point of view on Halloween and how she acted around the trick-or-treaters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/823098/ The numbness is unbearable,the cold seeping even deeperinto my skin,all the way to the bone.I can't feel my hands.Are those really my hands?I see thembut I can't feel them,as if they have ceased to exist.Finally I stumble inside,the air greets mewith a warm welcome.The numbness is ebbing away,my blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/823092/ I witnessed this one day and it was the sweetest and saddest things I've ever seen and I just had to write about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/823088/ This is a poem of when I first met my favorite football player and it didn't go so well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/823044/ This is a poem about my first kiss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mnyoung/823040/