http://slow.writerscafe.org/Missy%20Lorraine The original writings of author Missy Lorraine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031711 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 NOT ENOUGHVerse 1 I’m giving up I can’t take this pain I can’t sit here wondering Did I mess it up, did I mess it up?Did I say something wrong oh please tell me whatDid I say too much or not enough, for youVe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/2858445/ This is a song I started writing 7 years ago that I never got around to finishing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/2858443/ As a college student, I am sometimes prone to anxiety. This particular poem was written right before a big test I took a couple weeks ago to help ease the anxiety I was experiencing at the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1676937/ Just a little (well, maybe not so little) poem inspired by the struggles of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1676933/ People stare as I walk by-Judging...assessing...appraising...?It is hard to tell,But why they do it is irrelevant.I just want to be ignored-left alone to be the solitary wolf I am.I know who I amI don't need STRANGERS-or "FRIENDS"-telling me who THEY think I am-what THEY think I am.I know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1581761/ My boots are brown, dirty, and scuffed.Well-used as I call them.They're not fancy or new,stylish nor fashionable.They are practical, serviceable,useful and comfortable.I am just like my boots.I'm not too prettyand I don't look like a model,but I'm sturdy and practical.I take crap from no-oneand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1581729/ Last night I looked up at the stars and thought of you.The galaxies and constellations shifted,slowly forming your perfect face among the flickering suns.Your eyes twinkled in the night sky,your lips sweetly smiling down at me.Placing a cosmic kiss upon my cheek,my eyes stung inevitable with tears o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1574383/ The Empty Book of LifeMissy LorraineMy life is like an empty bookwaiting patiently for it’s pages to be filled.It’s story has barely just begun and how it will end is at the moment insignificant.The here and now is all that mattersthough the future is never too far ahead.Written in ink t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1557041/ Just a little love poem I wrote for my boyfriend, who just left for Navy bootcamp. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1557038/         "I awoke with my head pounding right out of my skull. It was pitch dark and I had no idea here I was or what had happened. Last thing I remember, my sister Rosie had called me crying. Her two year old daughter had gotten sick a couple days earlier and began throwing up bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1285153/ The Pentacle~Missy Lorraine~Fire roars with delightburning everything in sight.He consumes and dooms all he can reachand the World crumples at his feet.Now don't judge fire for he is good tooHe makes room for all things new.Rain pours down over my headsoaking all but our deadI smile and laugh as the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1270021/ The Last Lie She Told~Missy Lorraine~Once upon a time a long time agothere were two boys and a girl.She loved the first with all her heartbut was afraid to lose such a pearl.The second boy she told she lovedto spare his feelings then.Boy number one believed what she saidhe left not being seen again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1165100/ Just a little something different! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1164471/ August Fire~Missy Lorraine~“Doom’d for a certain term to walk the nightAnd for the day confined to fast in firesTill the foul crimes done in my days of natureAre burnt and purged away....”~William Shakespeare~(Hamlet) Chapter One~The Poem~“They always say you can’t see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1164008/ How I wish~Missy Lorraine~How I wish nothing had changed;I miss the times we used to spendjust sitting alone in your truck during the warm summer months.Why did the drama have to startwith your family and with minenow I feel as if we aren't as close;I miss the way you used to kiss me.How I wish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1157544/ There we sat along the river's bankjust watching how beautifully the water shone.I could see little rings on the surfaceWhere the many fish jumped and played so carefreeThe boy who sat quietly beside meIs so patient and so very sweetHe sat with his fishing poleHis face like stone trying to push asid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1121235/ One Of These Nights~Missy Lorraine~One of these night I will laugh againone of these nights I will smile,but now I sit with sorrow and griefnow I cry myself to sleep.The darkness around me consumes my thoughs,my mind, my soul and my heart,there is nothing to do but say to youthat my feeling are all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1069115/ If The End Of The World Was Tomorrow~MissyLorraine~If the end of the world was tomorrowI would cheer,For the end of us marks the beginning of true life.Humans do not understandwhat we have done to mother earthand it makes me weep.The death of the wild follows our lifeand how can we possibly livewith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1069110/ A sort of love poem for those that never get enough of them! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1069098/ For those that are not religious, beware. Content contains a christian message. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1069094/ A poem for those that love to feel... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1069091/ Those that love grim tales shall enjoy this one! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1067778/ Boy Michael 13Girl Shannon 6Girl's hamster dead, mutilated by boyBack and forth fightingBoy is in therapy for his psycho tendencies. Parents can't afford a good therapist, so they find one who is a student. Therapy free. Angela, the therapist is a young girl with delusions of helping people, but has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1007773/ just a little something that will hopefully make you laugh! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1000542/ Just a little description of the marching band i am sad to say i am a part of.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/1000524/ My tears are trapped behind my lidsas I sit and think of him,As summer ends and fall beginsmy vision becomes dim. Scarlet shards beneath my feetsparkle in the light,they will never cease to fallthough I hold them tight. The hazy sun above my headand oceans.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/947737/ What use is the Father without the Motheryou can't have one without the other. Was Adam born from nothing buta bunch of dirt and magick dust. Father Sky and Mother Earthhave to unite to initiate birth. And evolution seems quite truewhen there is just so much proof... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/947729/ The raven calls late in the nightwaking me with a fright,when the door opens I let out a gaspand sit in my bed with my heart beating fast. The creature beyond steps into the roomand stares at me with it's eyes of doom,shaking and scared I scream into the nightbut the creature ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/947150/ everywhere I look on this empty streetthere's death sorrow and pain,bones lay in the guttersbleached by the invading sun.This street that I walk along is a graveyard-a place where spirits roamuntil they find a body to steal-to live once againuntil they pass to the shadowswhere they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/947148/ Wonderful little creaturestaring out at me from your homeso curious gentle and delecate-I can only imagine how you must feelbehind bars and unfreewithout the beauty of the world to see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/947146/ Singsong Dance and Flutter fastthrough halls of sparkling Haze,Tiptoe along with quiet feetdown corridors of stone and gaze,Gaze look and peer foreverdirectly at the orbs, the orbs upon my ghostly facewhich forever into your heart bore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/947142/ Every time im near youmy heart begins to fluttermy face turns bright redand i begin to stutter. I sit alone and think of youI dont know what to docant concentrate on my work and all because of you. Thank you for this feelingwhich was very greatbut now i am failing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/945773/ Love is something specialsomething you shouldn't hideI love you so deeply I cant keep it all inside. But it kills me to say that you dont love me backso I should just forget you and never look back. though i will always love youthat i cant denyI ll keep my feelings .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/945771/ If you ever wonder about life or are not sure, think of these verses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/945769/ Fingers~Missy Lorraine~After a long and stressful day filled with nothing but workthe only thing I want to do is fall into your arms,and lay in your warm and comforting embracewhich is closer to heaven than anything else I have ever experienced.As we lay side by side gently kissing each.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/945311/ Just a short snippet of a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/945304/ The ones we love are lost way too sooneven before emerging from warm mother's womb--The doctors only act like they carethat you lost something oh so dear--Deprived from taking that very first breathand from the warmth of mother's breast--their little lives just slip awayso they can be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/838236/ A sad story about a maiden and her lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missy-Lorraine/838202/