http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tunder The original writings of author Tunder en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081453 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If I tie a pink balloon about my waist,and held you hand in mine,real tight like we do,Do you think I could float awaywith you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1392092/ I’m not really sure if I should label this chapter as “prelude,” “preface,” or “prologue,” and that’s probably because I have a North Attleboro education Think of this memoir more as a prequel memoir. Because I’m only seventeen which means I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1356535/ I hate parts of methat you and they will never knowBecause parts of me are uglyI hide them under fabricsthe insecurities and consciousnessAnd smooth it over with false confidenceThis body is a cursedisgusting and appallingAnd only getting worseThe mirror haunts mebut it's my own cruel word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1356471/ When I think of youI do in the grey hours of the morning when I should be asleepIn between the lines of drowsinessI feel something,and mostly I feel sorry I'm sorry I couldn't save youI've tried so hard-I'm sorry you don't want to be savedI am trying to understand that he has made you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1329570/ I can see myself through your eyes and I can even apply the filters created by your brain.     Boys have this tendency to fall in love with their own ideas of me rather than the actual human parts like my soul. You are no different. Like them, you are an open book. Two-dimensiona.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1328213/ I jump on his back and force my arms between his chin and his chest. I knot them around his neck, but not tightly. No, I need him breathing. How easy it would be to crush his trachea right now. I could do it, and I wouldn't feel bad. I don't though. I let him go. This time. And he thinks I will let .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1325601/ Every mile between us,is another mile that I love youAll of the inches in the train tracksare heartstrings in your nameAs we're pulling closerThe sky is floating downMaybe just to embrace us in airAnd when we meetin each other's armsthe flowers will growover our feet and about our anklestetheri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1312288/ This little girl was not meant to be saved, and he knew that. She didn't need saving, and he understood that. But he hung around anyways because her laughter was beautiful and he liked to listen to the musings of her heart when the air was fresh and slightly chilled.     She was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1310537/ At first, they will tell you that you can do anything. You can be anything. Until you grow up and stop believing everything. Suddenly, they will give you choices. You can be a teacher, a vet, a lawyer, they say. A mechanic, a hair dresser, a doctor. And you say that those things have been done .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1301528/ She ordered cold coffee even though she was cold from walking here and there was snow on the ground. Her cheeks were red and so was the tip of her nose.    I wanted to ask her why she wanted cold coffee in January but she was the quiet kind who said few words and said them softly when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1296288/ I could write you love lettersin black printI'd kiss you with an inky tongueand trace the words I imagine on your ribswith fingertips accustomed to brailleI want to read you with my eyes shut tightAnd be read tooAnother piece of clothing and a turned page'I love you' scrawled across our lipsThe ones.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1288468/ Heat Eater, Heart EaterAt your name we crouch in fear!We clasp our hands over our fragile chests,But you only want to eat the best! Mediocre hearts are second rate,Hearts of gold have always tasted great!But there is one above the rest,A platinum heart beating in her breast! Heart Eat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1278430/ We have the meat, pass the potatoesTonight's dinner served withA frothy mug of angstAnd alcoholic sadnessTo chase it downPaint on your smile againWhen you powder your noseThe bathrooms down the hallIt doesn't reach your eyesBut they don't check anywaysJust look the part It's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1273944/ You think that if you don't see it, it isn't real. You can close your eyes all you want, and shut your blinds, but it's still there. Turn your cheek and freeze your shoulder, it's real and it won't magically disappear.     I think I hate you because you have a knack for swal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1273569/      You can't really pay your last respects to a dead woman when you haven't any to give. She's dead, but what does that really mean? That she deserves respect? No. She deserved to die. She deserves Hell. I hope Satan licks her raw. But she doesn't deserve any respect from anybo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1271943/     If you had told me earlier that it started with birds, I wouldn’t have believed you. Honestly, if you told me it was possible at all, I wouldn’t have believed. But then again, no one really would, would they? Except maybe the weirdos who spend their lives planning for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1268935/ It is absolutely mind-blowing when girls call one another a “s**t”, “w***e”, “hoe”, or “b***h”. These words are all designed to degrade women specifically, and ironically, women are the ones to most often wield them against fellow females.The words, &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1267390/ In a perfect world, everyone would still have the occasional bad day and there is nothing wrong with that. We are, after all, entirely human.     However, we do not live in a perfect world. Men are allowed to have bad days. **BAD DAY**A day in which you feel lousy, cran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1267389/ This is based of my poem "scary things". Everyone in my writing club, however, was doing poems so I had to mix it up a little bit :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1256594/ I wish I could bottle up the stars for you,To tell you there's beauty in the nightBut even then, it's not enough,to express my love for you I wish I could weave the sun rays into ribbons for you,To remind you your world is bright,But even then, it's not enough,to express my love for you I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1248898/ It's scary to think that maybe one day you might know me enough that I won't be interesting anymore. That maybe one day I won't be so unprecedented, but precedented by me.  That maybe one day I'll be all out of ideas and thoughts, and fun little musings, And one day maybe yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1248896/ There's so many books to read,so many places to go,so many flowers to pick,so many people to love,so many animals to pet,so many foods to taste,so many things to do,so many kisses to have,and only so many years here on Earth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1248894/      They tell me not to be so dramatic when I say that I dislike her. But what they do not realize is that it is not theatrics that push the words from my mouth, but brutal honesty. I do not like her and it would not be untruthful to further my word choice of cont.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1225049/ Let your tongue crawl into my mouth,               Where you can eat my screams          Keep your eyes open, and watch m eyes weep     SuckOn my despair  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1220692/ Buds are more beautiful than blossoms, Because they are a sweet mystery Slide your thumbnail beneath thin skin, Expose the pieces they were going to be Soft petals, shriveled up and no longer encased, Ripped out for all to see, From the bud forced to flower http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1220690/ I was too busy chasing night time clouds,And he was too busy reaching for the silver stars,That when came across each other,We didn't even notice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1219275/ The summer I turned seventeen,They forced open my eyesAnd stripped away my dreamsTh sugar I sprinkled on the globe,With the glitter and the flowers,Crumpled and fell away,And all that was leftWas hard and grayOnce upon a time I thoughtThe world was at my fingertipsBut it fell f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1218007/ feel, trapped, guilt, sadness, fault, blame http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1216012/ My stomach nervously coiled around itself. I was nearly knee-deep in the water and up to my neck in uneasy fear of what might visit this water never mind lurk beneath it.     I filled my pail (A large acorn cap with a smoothed bottom and a sturdy stem for a handle) to the brim wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1213274/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1213239/ a poem-story really. More fluid than a story, but with more structure than a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1213215/ Lucifer came into her mirror in the evening, A 15 year old girl seemingly struck by love Or maybe it was a small infatuation. She sat at her vanity brushing tangles from her hair, Dreaming. He invisibly grinned, curling around her neck, Purring in her ear half lies&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1202801/ I'm infected by the rainas it shatters on my skinIt makes me go insanecome on, let it inWe'll dance as it pound pound poundsFeel the beat, hear the splashas it hits the groundSee it shine, see it diewatch it fall awaylet's go dancing,what can you say?Get infected by the rainas it shatters on your sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1195470/ Thou hast mixed thine own poisonNow thou shalt pay thy priceIt seems thy potion hast soured in timeBut what hast been brewed must be drunkTilt thy goblet to the sky, foolSwallow deeply, dare not leave a lonely dropThy life wilt fade and blurThy skull will kiss the earth as the last passes through th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1195045/ A tribute to a pink bathroom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1191175/ She's saying, "I'm sorry." And she's feeling it too. That's the sickest part, because a creature like him doesn't deserve her sacred apology. That emotion, thought, idea, it should not belong to him. Especially when given by her. He knows it. And even more disgusting, that "I'm sorry," is not even l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1187316/ Infamy is the same as fame http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1185883/ If the world was upside down,We would walk in the sky If the rain fell up,We would have to say good-bye If birds flew in the water,We'd watch them on summer days If fish flew through the air,We'd laugh at them through the haze If the grass was pink,We would still love it so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1183271/ nestled in the emberspressed against a burning logI'll let the flames lick my fleshand watch it turn the colorsof the blood just underneathand let my skin peel awayto reveal delicate tissuesbeautiful anatomyhidden where no one can seelook quicklyfor now its turning blacklike the ashes I rest onstrik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1182109/ It's the notionof pretendingof going through the motionsnothings gonna changewe knowit will always be the samewe stopped believingnow tell me whenthe world stopped perceivingfalling aparton the edge of collapsewhy is it nobody has a heartour world is dyingpeople are blindthey just keep lyinghoping e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1182107/ I'm assuming that this book is shelved in the young adult section, and so I'm going to assume that you're a "young adult" like me. And going off of this assumption, you're probably in high school like me. Unless you're a high school drop-out. Chances are, you are not a drop-out because I don't thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1180725/ I'll probably never publish this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1180713/ Synopsis: An almost typical teen life McKenzie, you self centered little piece of s**t! Who do you think you are, scratching your own biography before you accomplish something great? You're 16, what intriguing tales could you possibly have to share with the world? I'm sorry. That was the little voic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1180674/ Don't want to live on this planetI can't be trapped on EarthI'm breaking the limitsStreaming through the skyIt's a mission to the moonA new way homeFlying through the starsThe only way is upFaking, PretendingI am one of themWhere is my moon?Astronaut Nomad, Are you living the dream?I pour on the spe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1175662/ I knew I was asleep'cause I ran into a dinosaur this morningon my way out the houseand we didn't have cornflakesjust some knock off brandthe bus driver got a purple busbut we know she ain't that tastefulI smiled in the rain, drop, droppouring down ice on my skinthe dinosaur was singingsinging about .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1167231/ She'll kiss you with her lips,and love you with her hipsShe'll flash her teeth, give you a smile,Oh baby, you'll never wait awhileWhile she whispers "I love only you"Know there's a lofty price and a sacrifice tooOne last touch of her mouth,And everything goes southYou don't have time to see the knif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1167213/ It's hard to break a heartwhen the heart was never thereSave yourself from hurteradicate it if you dare You might miss its beatingbut dispell it from your bodyA heart is such a burdenand really just too gaudy No heart, no worriesno measly love affairNo hurt, no feelingsNot a single care&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1166652/ I was going to write a love story.     Only, I don't write love stories. They're terribly cliche, and frustratingly predictable. Besides, my life is not a love story,     No, this is a story of survival. Actually, it's an entirely true story of survival. This is my stor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1158001/ I thoughtYour upturned nose smelled something delightful,But judging your expression,The air must be foul.I thoughtThat new car you brag about would bring you some place wonderful,But considering your expression,The places must be dumps.I thoughtThe silver spoon would taste so sweet,But gauging your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1156423/ It's dripping off her fingernails,Oozing from her heels,It's even in the fire of her eyes.It's pulsating from her vibe,Gushing from her mind-set,It's even painted on her lips.It's edgy and dangerous,Independent and Invincible,There's something about it-Reckless Red http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tunder/1156415/