http://slow.writerscafe.org/summershudder The original writings of author December Blaize en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055842 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i thought it would make me feel powerfulto have entire armiesmarch forth from my mouthbut have you ever tasted gunpowder?it's a little like fireand a lot like ash http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1391610/ i don't know what you're offeringbut i trade in metaphorsand you are the shadows on my wall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1391601/ i used to keep my window open at nightso the moon could talk to meshe'd tell me how it feltto watch the tide roll inand carry the sea's outcasts to shorei saidyou are the tideand boy, how i'd loveto cash in sand dollars for cloudy dawnsand hurl myself at the cliffsfor standing in my way.it was funny.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1391598/ i used to find comfort in fairytalesuntil i learnedthat sometimes snow whitewelcomes the appleand sleeping beautydoesn't always wake up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1391593/ as long as you have summeryou won't ask persephoneif she loves hadesor if she wishes her motherwould stop hugging herlong enough to askhow the pomegranate seeds tasted http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1391590/ Did you knowI used to have the words,I used to need them,Used to grab themWhen they hung there in the skyLike raindrops frozen in a photograph.Did you knowThe words used to have me,They used to understand,Used to talk with me for hoursWhen I would take them out to danceAt the diner down the road.Did.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1246992/ It's 11:57 and I've got music in my headIt's a love song, it's a torch song,It's just another bloody songThat has you sung between the lines.You're hanging there,Between the passion and the reciprocation,And I'd love to cut you downAnd catch you in my arms.But for now I'll just listenTo the emptines.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1203973/ Dear Peter,You left your socks at my house.  The red ones with the little hearts on them?  They're shedding glitter all over my floor.  I didn't see them at first because Felix was asleep on them.  Have you ever tried to vacuum glitter off a cat?  I don't recommend it, if yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1189608/ She smashed it all,Watched it fall,Made her bed of jagged edges,Laid in it with final pledges;Staring at the ceiling fan,She devised a final plan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1130941/ You wear that short dress, in the hallwayThey whisper, murmur, walk quickly past--You disgust them,But not me, no, I know that's not you.So who is it, Krissie, who's behind the mask?The drugs don't work, honey,Everybody knows it and they'll tell youIf you ask.You light that match, in the classroomTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1101144/ I sit down on the stool at the far end of the counter.  I don't have the money to actually order anything, but I open up a menu, so I look like I belong there.  Every few seconds, I glance at the door, in what I hope is a very inconspicuous manner, but the man behind the counter notices."Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1095779/ Penguins in her ears, penguins in her hair,Penguins on her shelves, penguins everywhere;She danced with a cold beauty, the frosty queen,But loved with every single breath that she had seen.The penguins stepped and swam between her thoughts,They dove and danced along the lines connecting the dots;So .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1095297/ Ten moonlit minstrels sang a ballad long and true;'Twas murky as the the last dregs of forgotten tea,Drank by a girl called "me," spilled by someone called "you".The first told of simplicity, innocence in the flesh;A lovely white tune laced with lilies and lilacs,Plucked from a garden by tiny hands .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1095285/ A song about a girl named Krissy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1060794/ Try to hear it in your head like a song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1048370/ the words are all wrong.               don't tell me that you know.                            .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1041728/ Where the blue lights don't yet reach,Where all lines somehow seem to meet,That's where you'll find me waiting.When our eyes look upon the same skyline,When all our hearts beat steady in time,That's when you'll find me singing.If we can carry each other on broken wings,If we learn to fly without let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1035520/ Rain pounding on the windowMeans words flow from the penLike tears in the silence of nightThat stop when I say whenThese four-line stanzas serveAs paths for my wayward thoughtsThat crawl and sway and bendWith hollow smiles all tied in knotsIf angst could build a stairwayAnd sadness pave a dusty .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1019686/ I found the meaning of life in the school cafeteria,Between the dead bugs and the drama geeks,Behind the loner and the spastic stoner freaks,Next to the creep and the kid who always sleeps:The lunch ladies are a metaphor for Life, they say"You've got lots of choices: mush or a cookie"(I'll take the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1012539/ Here and now the fire's out,Lost and found without a doubt,Clock struck 12 so long ago,The future lies 6 feet below.Keeping time with two left feet,Running straight into the street,Misplaced my brains but I'm okay,Plunging headfirst is the only way.Think back to the loser days,Remember your user way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1012528/ The lady sings her song of longing,A forlorn tale of endless strife;Every breath still bears the bane of death,With bitter taste of wasted life.It seems she has forgotten laughter,A sound lovely, haunting, and light;Cold creeps in as her jaded heart sleeps,The kingdom growing black as night.Defiant .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1012146/ Just something I was inspired to write while standing outside at midnight, feeling at peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1007884/ ♥ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/1003425/ I never could say the things I mean,But I just wanted you to knowI would have been your Kathleen, You should have been my Joe.They all said you were too prejudiced,I know I was always too proud.My words were undeserved and unjust,Your silence was always too loud.I told you everything from behind a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/999547/ Inspired by the song "Andy, You're A Star" by The Killers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/997868/ *The sad story of a girl named Vendetta* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/994375/ In the beginning we all endWe fall to pieces, break before we bend.In the in-between we all danceThe pieces of our souls all left to chance.And in the end we beginLearning life is a game you just can't win. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/994356/ Clock ticks, gears turn, climax coming,Going, gone and tomorrow is just like yesterday.Ashes to ashes we all fall down,So sing us a song or a lie or a memory -It doesn't really matter as long as someone screams.The rush, the excitement, the sudden drop -Turn around and see the fading path behind you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/994351/ A poem I wrote a while back, about Moaning Myrtle, a Harry Potter character who gets no respect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/994319/ [Help! Somebody help!]Annie, what happened?Annie, could you tell us please?Annie, are you okay?Annie, talk to us!Annie, you're gonna be alright,It's alright, he's gone now,I won't let the bad things get you.Annie, tell me you're okay.[I'm not okay!  Get me out!Get me out of this nightmare!Someb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/994301/ On rainy days in Boston, when it's nice in Colorado,I think of her and wonder where she is today,Did she hitchhike to California, or fly out to Chicago?Is she happy and is she getting along okay?It doesn't matter that everyone knows my name,The only one who matters is the one I pushed away,I should .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/993775/ The meaning of life... nothing makes sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/993713/ My Memorial Day contribution, in honor of all those who have fought and died for this beautiful country America. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/981693/ 'Twas a fatality, a casualty, they said,Collateral damage stained in red,"But she's in a better place today",Met her maker, she's passed away.They say she's late but it seems to meShe's got all the time in a dreamless eternity,Pushing up daisies in the meadow,She still won't wake up tomorrow.If she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/978500/ There is a hidden truth about lifeThat exists where the tide washes awayFootprints left by fading lovers,Where a treasured music boxPlays a slower tune before giving out,Where the unrivaled beauty of the starsMade many a poet cry.There are those lovely rosesAnd there are all those pretty songs,But i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/976651/ We are fleeting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/973709/ In the hall, push and shove,Fight to the death, bruises and blood,Screams and flying fists,We're all crowding in for the hits.The tension after, it's like a disease,Infecting and blazing, eyes that freeze,It's murder fever, restless heart syndrome,We're all looking for someone to ruin.Anger and jeal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/970550/ So this is goodbye, it's not what I rehearsedSitting here thinking how this is the endStaring at the rainWashing away the painWith the messages I'll never send.A red fire that once burned so brightlyNow is dead, dying embers of blueAnd all the bitter wordsBurnt black safety hazardsEcho in my empty m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/970525/ Here's to another year, another story,The words have run right off the page againAnd though there are no balloons or glory,I'm feeling lighter with every stroke of this pen.I'll look at your picture and forget to cry,It's become so routine like the ringing in my earsBut it's no use to wish, no use t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/963532/ Roses are redLike the blood that I shed. Violets are blueLike your eyes that kill me too. And revenge is sweetLike the poison apples you eat. You won't throw me on the floor 'Cause those eyes don't knock me out anymore.I'm returning your bouquet of thorns With the heartbreak it adornsAnd you'll regr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/963406/ All the broken threadsDrifting in the wild west windThat roars and gives chaseTo dying brown leaves,Fallen from rotten weathered trees.All the lost roadsWinding through the valleysOf wayward spiritsCaged in by solid rock walls,Reaching up to crying gray clouds.All the dying embersBurning into the sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/963156/ When all color is lost in the meaningAnd words are deemed unworthy,When the clouds obscure tainted halosAnd thorns grace flesh beneath lies,Our twisted stems will intertwine.What has become of the purity,The innocence gracefully stained?What has become of the memories,The promises mercilessly destro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/963100/ Plucking petals saying "I love him not at all inside",She's a walking disaster unfit to be a submissive bride,So she cuts all ties and leaves with no apologies,Laughing as she chooses a fate that was only hers to seize.He's a drab and overdressed statue lacking in luster,Overeager and set to win wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/958812/ I cried a pool of crimson tears,Saw my reflection bathed in fears.I walked to the edge of nowhere,Wondering if it's worth life to care.Destruction by my own shaking hand,Drowning myself was a means to an end.Sorrow was my cold last drink,Counting to three so I wouldn't think.She came to me as a pall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/958754/ It was lovely and terrible,Transparent and true,For never and ever all alongAnd I longed to write for you.Impossible and empty,Sorry and unforgiving,All that I have once cried forAnd I couldn't write for you.It was raw and unraveled,Beautifully disastrous,The only pretty thing I ever wroteAnd I didn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/956884/ Wasting away with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/956748/ Hail Miserie!Fallen angel, saint of sorrowsSing the praise, plead for tomorrow.Bleed your faith and purge your soulLose your mind to eyes black as coal.Hail Miserie!Singer of tragedy, writer of painGathering up the dreams left in the rain.Her blade is ice wrapped in frozen chainsSharp as the words t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/956691/ Sometimes goodbye is the only way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/956288/ Love is fleeting, we are foolish. Over-dramatic and unstable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/956275/ I have been to the edge and peered into the abyss,I have danced with the devil and shared one bitter kiss.I have screamed at the sky and fallen from grace,I have dreamed of destruction and stepped out of place.I have cried you a river and drowned in the tears,I have spared you a nightmare and choked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summershudder/954590/