http://slow.writerscafe.org/inspirit11 The original writings of author Sarajane en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043658 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Similar feel to ee cummings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/456794/  It seems we forgetchildish, simplistic joyswhen the vast world thrusts openour eyes to differentiate betweensimple and complexcomfort and necessities.Like how the familiarity ofsweet Chap Stick, cookie dough between small fingertips, pure fruit smoothies Nana would make, large .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/456792/ Writen for a class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/456791/ I wear leaves in my hairPrefer to be naturalPsychedelic arts and tie-dyed t’s Have the ambiance that is attractive to meAnd around people I knowI’d favor not to wear a braMom and Dad wonder where my craze come fromAnd I heard their undertone of“Maybe she is taking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/296714/ 9:42 p.m.The strong sweet flavor of caramel made my mouth pucker. I gulped down my caramel milkshake, as my mother drove our beat up car along a painfully curvy stretch of road. We had just visited the Wally’s Drive-In, the only thing lacking from the shabby yet lovely drive-in was a blond i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/296656/ Indigo, and scarlet hands. A white shirts, constricted to a ball with the strength of cheap rubber bands. A very overtaking emotional weight.All the key characteristics of the unsuspecting night I was informed, that my once junkie sister, to the greatest shock, did indeed continue in her love af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/296649/ ~Distance means so little when someone means so much~ Crying feels different when your crying for someone you miss. You experience it in your throat, it compresses your head, but the most dramatic feeling is the hollow and dull ache in your core. They are tears that seem to blister your che.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/296647/  “Mommy, what is war?” The struggle to breathCould be far more a reliefFrom the troubles that arise day to dayMothers weep over soldiers, a sonsBody, wrapped in our flagMotionless, breathless, a soulless heapYet a death over a warThat brings such controv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/296643/ With no encouragement, without a prodThe swelling starts, and control haltsChoking on a breath, for the air I breathIs not what could be called oursThis bed lacks the familiarityThe hospitality ours didThis night has absence of all the starlightWe sung and danced with, and called our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/296640/ Explains itself. If you dont know, chasing the dragon is shooting heroin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/272566/ This all happened almost 2 years ago. We are still together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/272565/ Green are eyesSo soft, they enfold me soothinglyLike a water bed, that forms to my shape to comfort meAlways alluring, always in all waysWith the depth of a thousand oceansSo easy to get lost in, yet even easier to looseI emphatically love hisGreen eyes  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/268333/ While time may be against usAnd they say we dont stand a chanceYour the closest I'll ever get to HeavenAnd I don't want to lose you again Your the one that always see me stumbleBut catches me before every fallEvery single touch leaves me wonderingHow I managed before at all&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/266628/ One of my biggest dreams is to travel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/266571/ Inspired by "We're All Mad" by M@ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/264891/ We need changeChange in our societyChange in how we liveChildren are starving in DufarYet only a few decide to give We need changeAs gas prices riseOur egos can’t be so highTo by our Hummers and Cadillac’sA quick self esteem liftBut we can hardly seeFrom .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/264887/ Just a story of love inspired by what has happend to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/259921/ They call me a modern hippyAnd I wonder what that meansSo instead of free love,Does that mean I practice free disease? Instead of hugging a tree,Do I hug the cold concrete?Instead of smoking the herbDoes that mean I have to pop the Ecstasy? They call me a modern hippy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/254558/ A door is mans own creationTo withhold the mindWhen you soul deserves to feelThe winds kiss and caress of you hairAnd how the warm sunlightTastes so incredibly kind As humans we search from room to roomTo discover what makes life so divineWhen all the needs to be doneIs an o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/252132/ I am the icon of bully materialFor the airhead wealthy kidsI’m called a freak, a hippie, a tree hugger andYes, I’ve hugged a treeAnd the sight of log trucks and saw mills leaves me feeling weak Recycling a water bottle causes a rush of adrenalineThe fireplace in my liv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/238401/ Inspired by an anthology of poems call The Body Electric http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/237044/ Beside the weeping waves kissing the beaches lipA troubled mind turns over its evilsAs a tear streaks her cheek and a distant figure distracts her eyesShe searches for herself and the reasons whyThe wind whips at her tresses but forgets to erase her worriesAs a shadow becomes clear and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221807/ Based off a formula (and I absolutly hat formula poems) but I found I really liked it when I was done. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221806/ Let me give you a piece of my mind To help my mind find peace Your brighter then any light could ever, ever be Let me give you a piece of my mind To help my mind find peace I hate you and your name burns my throat like fire essence Let me give you a piece of my mind To help my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221802/ Silence…A bird, the windNot a cold or metallic quietBut a soft, inner peaceA minute suspended in timeA moment to embrace and cling on to…But then it is shattered A firm wooden door softens the screamsHastily closed blinds conceal the scene   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221801/ I would love for people to tell me what they think of this. Most of this was written in the middle of the night, when i was half asleep, and then was edited during the day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221797/ Spontanously written in the middle of a math exam. Pretty bad timing, but it really flowed to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221793/ Strangly, half of these comments are from my best friends skinhead step sib. I really hate how we are judged for our ethnic backround, or certain things we partake in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221788/ My first concert, of a local band called 7 Horns 7 Eyes along with Totalisti. AMAZING! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221787/ Funny enough I was not allowed to read this to one of my classes. Just goes to show what our society is like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221784/ I'm entering this in a local contest, and would LOVE for people to tell me what they think. This can be taken in many ways, some political, some just optimist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inspirit11/221779/