http://slow.writerscafe.org/mabelmae The original writings of author mae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775925937 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 there's a violence in the way I long for youa war of the in between http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/3126668/ I wrote this with sharp music notes and harsh punctuation, heavy taps on the piano http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/3124116/ I peeled my orange todayand I hope you're proud of me for it- because I used to not know how -so I got juice everywhereyou used to do it for me- because I used to not know how -and you were happy to help outyou ask me if I ever learned- because I used to not know how -but I'll figure it out somedayi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/3121454/ homecome homewhere's homeI do not know who she isno longershe's just a memorybut I do knowI should never have gonehome http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/3120560/ "tell him to come home."she wants you to come home."I don't know where home is." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/3094572/ maybe I was ugly todayI wasn't showing enough cleavageor my shorts were too rattymy makeup didn't look quite rightor my hair was too messymaybe I looked too big or too smallor I didn't smile enoughI made too much eye contactI spoke too muchI forgot that I am merely an objectto stare at and to fuckto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2959935/ how many lifetimes will i go missing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2955151/ i always tend to startin the middle of a sceneforgetting the endand the beginning but thats okbecause i never seem to rememberwhat got me here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2950414/ the funeral was todayand i thought about you.an open casket masquerade and a half-finished tattoo. maybe there was thought to finish it?the funeral was blooming with tattoos still incompleteand saved perfumeand christmas eve candles and a dusty china setall just relics of a lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2947364/ maybe im cruel for the wrong reasonsmaybe im cruel because of my fathermaybe im cruel because.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2945599/ miss my never meant to be baby http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2943516/ fingersthe first daydream was his fingersall 5 of themso tiny, curling around one of my owna little personhis father crying softlylife is precious every minutemore precious with you in ita promise to him from the day he was bornall that I have of that babysmall whispers of his namebut he's gone nowm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2941275/ arguing with my husband http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2934716/ the world is so loudbut your love is quietyour love is the little cracks in the pavementor the extra soda left at the bottom of bottlesso while the world was screamingcrazy and wildI knew where to look for youthe world is so loudbut your love is quiet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2933255/ what it feels like to grow up on the autism spectrum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2930104/ I experienced you.like the fire from that nightor the glass on the ground.you enveloped me.I took in every part of youuntil there was nothing left of me.and for a moment I had found something.I had found some part of myselfwhether it was made up or missing.and though I never truly knew you, I didI e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2930103/ red.it was all red.like a well known pageor a tilted stageit was all red.and they'd try to write sonnets with itnotes glistening scarlet songbut no matter how they twisted itit was never going to reflect anything beautiful.and it wasn't beautiful.it was just red. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2925979/ i spend hours and daystrying to come up with wordsthat i no longer possessand a heartthat no longer beatsfor what reason other than some companyi spend hours and daysputting these poems in a bookonly another on the shelf seemingly skipped over by each passerbyfor what reaso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2924430/ am I a bad person? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2922411/ but how will I know I'm aliveif my blood isn't leaking from my fingertipsdown unto my twisted and turned bodyand staining the skin below http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2921641/ i have loved you in the darknessand i will love you in fluorescent light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2921492/ full.it was always meant to be full.working its way from last to first layer.ninth layer deatheighth layer retirementseventh layer grandchildrensixth layer childrenfifth layer marriagefourth layer adolescencethird layer youthsecond layer trustfirst layer lovebut then something happened,someone happe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2919647/ and then some will look you in the eyesand liestraight to your beautiful gray eyesthat they never remembered the color ofstraight to your brain that they never bothered to listen tostraight to your soulthat they never bothered to knowand they will lie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2919216/ i am slowly losing my mind this will not make sense but it is beauty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2912384/ it doesn't make sense but maybe that's the beauty of it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2912272/ pardon my German, it might not be the best http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2912029/ you musn't be disgusted by my bloodif you're the reason i'm bleeding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2910452/ only some will get it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2910448/ theskyiscrackingopenandiamgoinginsane http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2910422/ and his eyes are bluelike the cornflower fieldscreating as much giddinessas a child in the sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2910407/ the scars will heal once morebut there will always be a marka reminder no one knows what forexcept for those who've survived the dark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2910091/ iacheforyourtouch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2909076/ and all at once it' s like something is pulling me backby my two braided pigtails that have been messed up from the stormthat came in this afternoon and hasn't stopped since the first crashof the lightning that broke the sky open. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2908043/ you said you were tired and all i could do was hold you with bloodied arms and watch as your eyes shut http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2906052/ his eyes are brown.a deep shade, very winsome.to know is a talent but to wonder is a gift.i don't actually remember the color of his eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2903243/ one day,no one will be able to reach me.no one will know where ive gone.but you’ll know,deep inside you.meet me where the sky endsand the stars begin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902915/ the ground shakes,a chill runs through the air.it looks so empty from the roadso no one stops to stare.you lay on your bed of daisies,your eyes forever shut,the flowers that will soon consume youand all that's left of us.initials etched into the snow,were bound to melt away,but you promised we would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902580/ my bones are achingfrom climbing up the hilljust to roll back downonce more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902576/ the stars were screaming last nightand I think that in the midst of ityour voice was the loudest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902575/ i have lastedfar too longin the comfortof your arms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902246/ it really hit mejust how much I missed youwhen I heard your voice againafter all those months. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902146/ I find myself thinking of my muse. what a wonderful friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902145/ forever ended too soonbut we shall soon paint the skywith my melted crayonsand your broken wings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902143/ I know deep in my veinsthere's still two loversso who are we? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902017/ the old swing creeks in the breezewhat was once filled with lifeforgotten with timehe looks over at mealmost as if he wants to say somethingcry in this deafening silenceI stare ahead and let this unreality fill mewringing these tattered bones dryshaking the skin from withinbreathingI reach out to to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2902015/ maybe it was you. i was merely dirt in the prescence of your stardust. now i breathe cosmos while your tree is forgotten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2897559/ you said you loved meso why do i not feel your love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2894507/ s**t happened. might post, might not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2893795/ back - feelin motivational :p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2890114/ i’m afraid there aren’t enough words to express poetry in a world of illiterates http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mabelmae/2889153/