http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kallirose The original writings of author KalliRose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776174474 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In a crowded subway car, in a crowded city, Rai sat, alone. She felt lucky to get a seat seeing as her commute was over an hour today. It had been a long day and her feet felt swollen enough to burst through her orthopedic sneakers. It’s days like these where she puts her head to rest of the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2882070/ I wish I could fall in loveI wish it was still and idea I thought was realIf there was someoneIf there is someoneOut there, who can change meI think they'd just pass me byLike time does each dayI'm withdrawn inside myselfand they can't pull me outand they'll never find mein there where the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2882068/ I breath you inFilling the hollows of my chestFalling freely past my lipsIntoxicating loveThe poison of my choiceLasting only a momentBefore I'm empty again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2840493/ You say you're not sure why people would like you, or what they think at all. I watch those cloudy brown eyes staring straight ahead as your hands grip the steering wheel, and I don't know what to say in return. The truth is, I don't know what they think about you darling. I can't know what anyone t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2825749/ It was a buzzing New York day full of surprises unbeknownst to Nia. She woke from her floor mattress in her apartment on 5th Avenue and found the first- the fattest rat she'd ever seen chowing down on her forgotten pizza crust from the night before. A typical sight for the NYC streets, but not a wel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2797342/ I sit here in my daydream, pulled inwards into a world where I am something else, somewhere else. I am a lost boat on the open ocean and my heart falls like an anchor when I'm sad. Today was one of those days: sad.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2797338/ It is a river of golden lightwhere I play and float peacefullyThe water heals me The relaxation takes me far awayAs I flow downstream The river becomes meInside me,the light begins to shineFrom the top of my skull the light pours in freeing meglowing through my skinThe warm water.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2123275/ All I do I don't know for whoFor myself? My company? For you?I pull myselfUp out of bedMy legs are heavyMy mind is deadI drag and dragthroughout the dayThe other worker bees buzzlike it's child's playI can't focusI can't get anything doneMy mind wanders and longs For something meaningful o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2123265/ The feeling of falling in platonic love with a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2116703/ A childhood of abuseLiving now with no proofBut the confusion that still lingers inside A narrow pathway through the housefloors piled highno way outno one insidebut myselfI must keep the secretand keep out everyone elsedays at schoolstained, stinky, no good, not worthyno clean clothesonly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2075977/ My mindIs inescapable It mutters and stutters onAwake when it needs to be asleepLooking, searching, for anythingto take away the thoughtto finally stopto be silent. Anything that it finds to relaxcan and will be used against me in the court of law in the land of the freenothing, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2075970/ At some point, it gets to be too much. Thinking about the past, thinking about the future. Being comfortable in the present. Each encounter is a landmine. Each mistake is a bomb going off so vast that the cloud follows throughout the day. Shame from each mistake lingers and touches ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2059635/ As the days passed she thought she was getting closer. The days turned to months and now sat squarely at two years. She sat next to him at the dinner table and though she knew everything, she was unsatisfied. In many ways he was perfect. Always saying the right words and never rocking the boat... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2040691/ A perfect current A calming stream A holding handA sailor's serene The boat rocks gentlyBack and fourthA gentle caressA steady forceUntil one day The sailor looks upAnd falls in love With a passing duck He watches: bewildered, preoccupiedas the duck floats and glides on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/2007439/ How can I be so selfish?To see them on the street and walk pastTo say the problem is too big for me to helpTo act as though I have nothing to giveHow can I be so heartless?To hang on to objects so easily replaceableTo keep them hostage when they matter so littleTo me, but matter greatly to anotherWh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1998431/ How long does our childhood perspective lastDoes it creep secretly into our livesIs it there until the day we dieDoes a neglected childBecome a lonely adultCan they break the familiarity Of having no one Do we go throughout lifeReinforcing our perspective Making our role the sameblinding ourselvesOr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1947728/ They say nature is cruel. It's eat or get eaten. We are omnivores. A cheetah wouldn't think twice about eating meSo, then, I shouldn't think twice about inflicting the same cruelty But I do. A cheetah has no remorse. It doesn't cringe at ripping an elk apartIt doesn't c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1939213/ My arms feel like jelloMy legs feel like lead Scabs are on my faceThere's a pounding in my headA gurgling inside my gutA nausea that will not stop A stabbing pain like I have just been shot...My eyelids are one thousand pounds My ears ache at every sound My body weak like I have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1926058/ A piece of me so closely entwined Our hands, our hearts, even our mindsAn inward pull tugged me to him God playing puppet or a curious whim? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1911742/ It's been five monthsI sit next to him and feel as though I know nothing at allIt is five months"When in loveIt will feel as thoughYou've known him forever"Five monthsI've never seen him Angered, crying, ecstaticA constant neutralMonthsMaybe it will get better...when the time turnsto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1821363/ I've been second guessed so many times I don't even trust myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1821359/ thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1695214/ ""The cold fall air blew hard. Crisp, it turned my skin taut. Looking out into the darkness, the music and lights then blared into my conscious.  "Are you okay? You've been zoning out a lot lately." Eric said to me removing his zombie mask.  I laughed slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine. J.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1657375/ We associate more positive traits to the we see more often. Regardless of what we know about them. The loner, locked up inside. It is no surprise they would be a killer later on. The guy seen every morning walking his beagle,at the playground with his kids,at the coffee shop,Is d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1657353/ Every time I fail againit wears meto my ropes endsthe frayed knotsof stubborn dreamsholds on tightwith bursting seamsEvery time I fail againI try i trybut the hope is thinthe fight is therebut the favor is notwith each disappointmentmy dreams start to rotEvery timeI fail againI think to my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1445916/ Through thick lashesHe saw meThrough heavy eyelidsHe raised me higher than beforeThe curl on his forehead Lay perfectly, never altering While the rest of him changed around itThrough green lenses he looked upon me like that of a protectorWith rose pink lipsHis kiss lay on me like that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1445913/ blowing of steam. not good, but i think a lot of people can relate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1312746/ The once was a childwho sat still and quiet and watched patientlypolitely compliant she was praisedfor her private ways and so she went on compliantly silent they told her she http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1297510/ Everyday i think of speakingIthinkithinkithinkeverydayaround i gothese thoughts form and reappearEvery time i think of speaking ithinkithinkithinkis that correctare you sure?don't make yourself a fool don't speak too loud don't speak too softor else you wont be heardEvery word that i speakithinkithi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1297497/ Something i wrote for a class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1220041/ I rememberbeing a little girl Notunderstanding how the people around me who have so muchFood,protection, vaccinesCould gothroughout their livesNot helpingthose who are starvingWho aredyingI couldn’tunderstand how excess ever became acceptable .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1220039/ In my thoughtsthe world is cleanthe air is pureit's all serene In my thoughtsNot in my dreamsI see the skylineCrisp on lean I breath in the freshest airI'm free of constant wear and tearIn my thoughts Not in my dreamsI see how it's supposed to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1220036/ I am paralyzed by this sense of loneliness Of absolute inertia a fear of growing to be like my parentsof failing my abilities I need someoneto push meto drive meSomeone to hold on toto break these depressive thoughtsto keep me from questioning too deeply http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1220033/ Beauty Is a certain glistenFound in the eyes of those with curiosityIt is in the sheepish smilesTwo lovers might exchangeBeauty isA stumble, a try, a passionCourage PersistenceIntellect Beauty is the sound happiness The acceptance In every one of us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1220032/ I have spokenWho i amWho i want to beI have awokenTo challenge the thinkersTo upset the judgmental To kill this fake, structured worldMy eyes have opened Slow to question this insanity we call reality Slow to make certain they were clear and rightSlow to observeI have no devotionto anything or anyon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1220030/ Why is this lifeSo petty and short tempered Based in the irony of hypocritesWhy is this life Crowded and forgottenCased in hatred for seclusion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1220029/ Seems to apply to many things these days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1220025/ Sometimes i believe the only thing keeping me alive is the sheer fact of not wanting to destroy the realities of those around me; my friends who are innocent enough to believe nothing so terrible could happen to someone they've known for so long, someone who has laughed, and smiled, and been happy. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1114121/ drip...drip...a calming echo ounces back into my ears. steady. familiar.beautiful.drip...drip...the droplets fall, one by one. creating a mass. as if they were never alone.drip...drip...i drag the steel deeper, pushing down.dripdripdripdrip....i look up at the ceiling, the florecent lighting, the pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1015051/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1015040/ Drip...drip...a calming echo bounces back to my ears. steady.familiar. beautiful.drip...drip...  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/1015037/ All around meI can seepeople pandering, deceiving and lying to me i know i shouldn't be able to tellshould i say something?it wont help they are good at coveringlie after lieis anyone honest? or are they just sly?what's the point of being honestin a world so full of lies?what's the point i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/987094/ phantom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/977811/ I breath into my pillow. Its musky scent of no one but me. I think to myself, what will i become? they say fourteen is  young, but is it, really? If i can't succeed now, what will change as i age? We are made of past habits, past experiences, and past thoughts.  I hear it's a tough wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/973663/ Based on a true story. haha:) just wrote this for fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/973649/ Flashes of red, blue and whiteWhipped past me in the nightA bird? A plane? what could it be?are my eyes deceiving me? A strip of red i swear i saw itit wasn't a bug or a cat or a comet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/973632/ This poem doesn't make much sense i suppose, what's your interpretation? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/970170/ If i decide to love youwould that be such a crime?if all i ever wantedwas your heartbeat next to mine?If you give me a peckon the cheek or neckand my heart raced so fasti had to get it checkedwould that be such a crime? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/965924/ Everyone is colored green growing and growingyou start off cleanas you ageit starts to spreadmoss seeps deep inside your headIt masks youit sprouts so slowyou blend so wellcovered green, from head to toeSuddenly the whole world is greencovered with a tantamount seedSome cry and scream So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/965913/ Rant in a meek form of an essay i suppose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kallirose/965906/