http://slow.writerscafe.org/lhope1 The original writings of author Leslie Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042783 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 All is forsaken.Quoth they, their own haven.The joker will hide it away.Take it and boil.It's secrect is coiled,in the recipe for children who don't play.Oh it is night!Or day?I can't tell.An old wife's tale of a time when joy fell.But just wait til morning,the sad songs may cease.Hide them in cloth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/1278723/ deep plum, burnt red,rest your head,sleepwithered and strong,at your base,from time,and time again,laid to rest in beauty surrendered,it remains,strangeyour scent remains,capturing the essence,of where you once residedperpetual life,through death,eternity in a glass jar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/1228516/ Inspired by The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. "I believe the universe wants to be noticed...it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/1224030/ Paranoia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/1146362/ for a sweet soul who is oblivious to how wonderful he is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/1126495/ Wishful thinking at work. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/1078966/ There is beauty in wonderand serenity in realizationbut not too far gone. This is where we loose ourselves. We are hunters of reason,seekers of knowledge.We long to be kings and queens of epiphanies,to rule over all there is to discover. This is where we loose ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/1007119/ How to fall in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/992003/ I'm so strange,that I do anything,when others cannot do. I'm so strange that I think,when others have already thought. I'm so strange that I sleep at night,when others are filled with fright. I'm so strange that I amanything. But then again,I am part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/990199/ If I run will you catch me?I'm hiding in the bushes.You don't know I'm here.You don't know what I'm here for.I've seen it all before.We're running for the door. Why are we always running?It's like we're never free.Except for when we're hiding.Come hide in here with me.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/990158/ Describes itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/989762/ Happy as a cactus in a desert rain.I've freed my heart and cleared my name.My emotion box is out but it's not hard to find,and now it's being electrified.By the rain that's pouring out like the release of my mind. The lines run together like five cats and one mouse,but the mouse i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/989751/ You can trust me with a loaded gun.You can trust me to light your way. I'll shine a light for anyone, just don't point it this way. A friend, ally, or confidant,I'll be anything you need. But for half a heart in return,you'll be stuck here waiting. Don't be discouraged,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lhope1/989720/