http://slow.writerscafe.org/manda.inbandana The original writings of author Manda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058509 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Polyester armor,Tagless, breathing, nothing underneath,Flesh covered,Still visible.Transform to meat,Marbled with makeup and perfume,No longer human,Just a*s and entertainment.Fake smile,Hands and words pinch my skin,Money in pocket,Dignity stolen.Home and safe,Feeling cheap and livid,Food eaten, be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/1265233/ A brave little girl and her baby brother travel through impossible odds and the unpredictable African terrain to get to their dying mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/1039113/ This is the story about a little boy that touched my heart when I was 9 years old...I will never forget him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/986917/ I sometimes have dreams of my dead grandfather, and last night I had a very real one of him...and I never understand why they happen because all I feel is loss all over again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/986830/ My ideas and inspiration all come from a little pink fairy. She gives ( throws, more like) ideas at me out of the blue to elaborate. Thanks little fairy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/983371/ A letter I wish I had gotten when I was 12 years old http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/983369/ This, quite literally, popped into my head, carried by a little pink fairy at work. She delivered me a thought, one to make me laugh during a rough shift. She gave me a man with a handlebar mustache. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/983233/ A smile spreads,The reality finally sinks inPhantom voices echo,Their thoughts, their memoriesPleasure, pain, love, resentmentI feel it pump in my veins,But when you hold me in your arms,All i can feel is warmth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/957318/ When it rains, it f****n pours... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/948001/ Liberating, exhilarating,The adrenaline enters and seeps,Blood pumps to the point of pain,But so enticed am I, I can't sleep for the pounding.What is taking over me?Whatever it is, I surrenderI surrender to the lustful gaze,The overwhelming slitherOf the intoxicating desire,Life finally en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/947996/ Fantasy goneExcept in your lettersPassion fadedExcept when making loveYou're not the same,The one I feel for Where is he?Please tell me where,Where can I find youFeeling like your gone foreverI know it's not overCan I find you again?Before I lose myself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/939733/ Heat and sweatThe sticky sheet bindsDreams of flyingNow a realitySafe, secure, spentThe gods are smilingTheir perverted smiles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/939731/ I wrote this for my friend Katherine. Kat, you're one of the few who have stuck by me after all these years, and this is for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/939730/ He's haunting me, I can feel him around me,Sometimes unexpectedly. Other times, if I pay attention,I can feel him next to me,Arm around my shoulder,Callused hand in mineMemories of cologne,Movies, iced tea, and toys Dance in my memory.I can feel the sobs creep up,In my dreams I feel d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/939594/ Confused by body,    Condemned by human race.It's no wonder the closet is so appealing.    But this longing inside,The constant yearning,    Are the things pulling me out,Out into the world, ready.    A phase? MaybeWill I get over it? I don't want to...I want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/939588/ This is a working progress for a major story/ screenplay that I am writing. A piece based on Archangel, a story/screenplay I am working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/936827/ Inspiration from an odd circumstance that happened to a friend and a very political convo with a family member... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/936489/ You know me better than anyone,Inside and out, you can tell Even when I don't know it myself,You always seem to knowI remember it like yesterday,At 4 am and winky faces,I threw on a sweater and skipped outside,Butterflies now goneYou looked at me sweetly,As if you hadn't seen me in yearsThose d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/934012/ A song for my husband that I want to eventually play for him on the ukulele...it's a work in progress :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/934010/ I frequently have dreams of my deceased grandfather, a man that I still treasure even though he is gone, and this dream where he visited me needed recording.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/931353/ Smoke whirling aroundCold settling in, seepingI begin to feel my heart pound,Only makes me feel like weeping.The silence is unbearable,Louder than the thoughts inside meAnother puff here, another thereSo happy no one can see me.My thoughts of you are painful,But I can't stop thinking of youYour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/921860/ This was a dream I had... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/902635/ DramaShe calls to say hi,And he calls her stupid.Hateful wails Of unwanted feelings So intense you’d think they were waves of an icy sea.The sunlight peaks, And so does the violence,But as I watch, I see the beauty of it all.So maybe I’m the one who’s in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/896416/ Tranny DreamSo velvet her skin,It’s almost like heavy creamIn my hands.Forbidden sensationsThunder under the stars,Hair infinite dream of curls.The beauty of her face,That of a goddess, mind you.Masculine strengthIn hands, rough.I feel like God with such a creature,Surrendering to my w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/896415/ This is a poem I wrote to Jim Risdon, my grandfather who died 10 years ago this October. He was my friend, my hero...this is for you, Papa. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/890064/ I have recently become obsessed with aliens, and this dream came to me one night. I had to roll over to my husband and tell him before morning... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/883357/ Something I conjured up along the journey of self-realization; a journey that has yet to be completed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/875209/ I sincerely hope that I meet someone this way.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/846193/       It’s the same ol’ thing in thepapers: sociopath, rapist, killer, monster. A mean twist on the wordsthat would describe and define, and yet they took it so seriously.They couldn’t and wouldn’t use words like unintentional,misundersto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/846191/      The pouring rain grew more and moreintense, the hot sun beaming down on her in a sinister way. She grewanxious and anticipated waking up in sweat. Her mind seemed to gofaster than her feet as she bolted through the clustered woods. Treeshundreds of years old .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/846190/ A story I've carried with me for years... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/846189/ Coffee shop encounter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/844775/ An entry that exudes and demonstrates everything that I have been feeling for the past month or so... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/844767/ A disturbing scene that literally made me shiver and cry at my desk... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/844316/ This is just too strange and amazing not to share with the world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/832745/ Hitting rock bottom sucks...especially when you drag someone down with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manda.inbandana/832741/