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The Write Stories



just a coffee, black please


i woke up this morning and drove to your house
i didn't think you'd even want to see me
invited me in and sat at your small kitchen table in front of a steaming cup of coffee and two empty sugar packets
waiting for me to speak
i stumbled over a few meaningless words
something about the weather, everything's so cliche now a days
everything's a copy
i opened my mouth but not my head and asked how you were doing as i stood there so awkwardly i probably looked super imposed in your dull little kitchen
no answer
you stood and rinsed out your mug
then rested your hands on that small spot of counter between the edge and the sink
you know, the one that always manages to gather drops of water and get crumbs of food shoved in the cracks
i watched you being so still and tried to remember you ever being as vulnerable as this
i went to walk towards you
but my shoes were wet from the rain
and squeaked a bit as a went to take a step so i froze not wanting to break your concentration
but it was too late
you turned and gave me that look
i heard your angry footsteps banging up the wood stairs
i knew that had to hurt because i had noticed that you were barefoot
i stood there for a second
looked around at your things
everything drab
every light dim
i had to find something to take
i mean i couldn't just leave, i needed to make a statement to myself
i began opening drawers and cabinets searching for anything, i was desperate
you were so simple
no interesting kitchen gadgets
finally, i found something worthy of stealing
things i should say
i shoved every one of your damn sugar packets into my pockets then closed the drawer and sort of tip toed out of your house like you didn't know i was already there
i ran to my car and nearly slipped in a puddle of mud in the midst of my franticness
i felt like some kind of small time crook
i pulled a few out of my pockets and just stared at them
crumpled up in my little dirty hands
i looked up to your window one last time before i left
your light was on
i tried to imagine what you were doing in there but nothing came to me
and i knew it was over
i still think about you sometimes
i doubt you ever think of me

Elove821




The Write Poetry



Macabre Myth
Aniyeerk00

Plagues of darkness force the sun far away
A million shining eyes watch from above,
At the yellow smoke moon does a wolf bay
Leather bloodthirsty bats flee from their cove.
Come ruthless spirits, awake and alive
Empty graves with owners ready for fun,
Every shadow is a man with a scythe
Backstabbing shadows leave nowhere to run.
Shudder to think how they could rip your flesh
Stalking hours before you know they are there,
Steal every ounce of your raspy breath
Hold your pulsating heart, you still aware.

You jerk awake from horror and fright
There's still one minute to Hallow's Eve's plight.


[Jessy139@hotmail.com]

Everyday I have seen it occur
wondering if it is truly real,
Not knowing if I should be sure
or if it's just what I feel.

I say it's not a reality
only because I'm in denial,
I know this is cruelty
What will happen now?

I want to bring it back
but once its gone it never returns,
Our love is totally in lack
there is no way we can turn.

A memory is all that we can keep
of a once inseparable pair,
A love that was so deep
and full of care.



Goldfish

Glistening fins glance off golden scales
Fiery flames that encircle drowned
Tails that flap in earnest playful dance
Magicians of algae and kings crowned.

~Mlisswyli@hotmail.com


Won't Last

Put in your 9 to 5
Give affection with every touch
Feel it all physical
Pull away when it becomes too much
Capable and all for you
Trying to hold far too much
Tapping snapping
Right to the beat
Up in the air
Fiery, full of heat
Swing to the side without a care
Good thing for a set
One, two, a pair

Augmentation
Deprivation
Sign away your soul
Debt consolidation
Credit cards
Enough to fill
Perfect homes
And manicured yards
Free of flaws
Smile! smile!
Till you break
Trust me, it's real
I contain no fake
Sipping lattes
At early morning meetings
Strung out until you reach
Late business parties
Where policy you preach
Climbing the ladder
Supressing anger
While you get madder and sadder
Tell a lie
Look you straight in the eye
Add up bonuses
To see what more you can possibly manage to buy

They anticipate your touch
But you don't have time
You don't give them much
Pat the kids on the head
As you straighten your tie
Too busy
To see they try not to cry

Trying to hold everything together
Fit in paper work between bites at lunch
Got to keep up with the beat
Can't ho-hum it
Don't drag your feet!

Slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last
And you've already lost so much
let the days fly past
Now you stand speechless
Realizing
All you've gained
You've really actually lost
You've got all the money
But is it worth all it cost?

Resentful spouse
Lacks your touch
Once friends-now strangers
Your kids have grown up
They've become teenagers
Wild and on the fly
They only disrespect you when you wish them to comply

So see?
You better slow down
Remember?
You don't have to dance so fast
Time is so short
The music can't last.

By: Ellie Noelle (c) copyright 2001






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