http://slow.writerscafe.org/IridescentDew The original writings of author Alm en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012984 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 she always was great http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1365481/ I have an odd ability to knowa tragedy when I see one&nbsp;at its beginningsweet and gentle&nbsp;but inevitably hurtling towards a shattering &nbsp;end&nbsp;it is a feeling in my gut or in my heart--depends, really, on the situa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1365123/ Scarred legs, pale skinchipped polish on yellowed nailsA dagger sharp gaze&nbsp;nowblunt, bloodied, blindwith age&nbsp;Wrinkled skin stretches&nbsp;overa sallow face.&nbsp;Your wordsscathing, scorching, sur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1144104/ I watch her cryinto her sleepwashing clothes withholesin the creeksweeping unused rooms&nbsp;unwalked floorsand waiting forunopened doors http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1138122/ her hands had never been delicatebone and musclesandpaper skin&nbsp;pretty eyes, expressive eyesbut never almondsnever &nbsp;a hardened heartweathered by rain and snowweak and strong all the same&nbsp;flat feet, going,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1121520/ he saw suffering, that he had never before cared to notice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1121517/ the ice took his life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1091718/ all it takes is a spark to light the fire. and the wind, water, or time to blow it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1091715/ she could be who i was. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1088732/ "That cloud looks like a cookie!" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1088574/ stories of people with no names in 100 words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1088568/ Err. This was inspired by the song Infinity by The xx. HAHA. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1049545/ There is nothing wrongwith me I don&rsquo;t need to takea look at the mirror&#2013266048;"&nbsp;I am what I wanted to beI am not uglyI am not what I vowednever to be&nbsp;The mirror is shattered,how can I see myself?&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1046573/ there is a sort of stillness in the chaosin this voice that she sings withto the silent cacophony of the winddancing with the leaves that must have diedlong ago in winter landstwirling into his warm tropic embraceand ever so evergreen eyes that s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1031526/ Unsteady, falling.Trying hard to fix myself.Clutching at somethingthat isn&rsquo;t meant to be mine;a future not meant for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1026834/ trying to paint another picturewith all the wrong colorssunshine and butterflieswith scarlet and navy bluesfalling to a distorted out of place picturethat nobody could ever wantshading in the outline ofwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1025772/ blurb. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1018855/ How long will those wordslive in the vacuum of yourlittle worlds inside your head&nbsp;How long before those characters, no longer will you deter, free themselves&nbsp;How long before the storiescreep line by line from that to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1015713/ nightmares caught in the threadsof a spiderwebthat this stationary spiderhas never spunjust a piece of stone,a piece of iridescent glass.graying feathersthat have never flown,plucked froma broken brown hat.no time to chase birds--no time to face fearscaught in the bluedreamcatcherabove my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1013132/ for Kate, because she likes this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1007026/ It's just an excerpt from a story I'm trying to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1005687/ Keep me still, hold meclose, in your arms, until thisstarless night is done.Until the voices fade towhispers with the rising sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1005171/ gone are those gamesplayed on a swingon lazy days,fairytaleloves and dreams.birthdaystopped withicing and cream.that gap betweensmilingteeth.always laughing,carelesslysmiling.chubby handsdrawingcrooked lineso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IridescentDew/1002363/ I do remember, screaming upthe attic stairs. 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