Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks > Writing | WritersCafe.org

White beauty you act so peculiar for a cat. Why do you lie all spread out like that? With your legs stretched out as far as you can, You look lik..

White spaces saying fill-er-up. The fuel I give is unleaded. Clickety-clack, clickety-clack The words are now embedded. I write poems of love..

Not about me. Just writing!

Life is too thick to use a straw. The lumps get caught in your throat without one. The world is too cold to bare all. Your naked soul would..

This was wrote by my 7 year old son. If only I could do free form like this.

The new times The old times repeating The good times The moments are fleeting The bad times The battles we’re beating The true ti..

Eating when I am not hungry Crying when I am not lonely Frowning when I am not sad Yelling when I am not mad I am woman. Is that why I roar, ..

Consuming what is coming before it arrives. Paying for it on credit. Assuming what you’re doing will still be there in the morning. ..

This doesn't really fit me. It was just fun! I am actually not scared of things like that.

For a contest which required me to write about missing socks!! Imagine that!!