http://slow.writerscafe.org/marlayesterday The original writings of author marlayesterday en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016647 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Juan gaped at the scene before him. His heart bounded furious and he was thankful he'd brought his nitroglycerin pills. He popped one and reminded himself to breathe. He was supposed to pick up the money from Jason for what was going to be Juan's final business transaction. He was getting out of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1381710/ Heart pounding in her throat, Karen looked around and could see nothing. The storage shed was dark and smelled of old house. She started feeling her way to the tools her dad kept helter skelter on the work bench at the far end. At least, she hoped they were still there. She slammed her shin into som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1380660/     Karen was tired, plum exhausted to be more precise. If she never saw an interstate in her life again, she would not complain an ounce. She'd driven much further than she ever thought her car was capable and still had many miles to go. Milo, in the back seat, nibbled on his pacifier wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1379571/ These people at work,they constantly smirk.Cleaning and scrubbing and talking,and the new girl, the guys are stalking.What? You weren't talking to me?Oh, you are talking to HER, forgive me!There anything you need? I was just making sure,No need to think me crazy, I am just bored!Music in the lobby, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1368962/ We all experience pains in this life. Some overcome, and some are overtaken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1368696/ Another night, another http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1368679/ O Scary SwedeO scary Swede, why stare at mewhile you vacuum that floor so shiny?All tatted up, your eyes you could shut, just a little,the bulging is frightening! I hate to complain, but me you won't gain,I know psycho when I see it.Pepper spray on hand, in case me you demand,I will always be a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1075443/ That PathThe dewdrops sing a chorus mean,of silver, on beds of vivid green,and I notice a trail.A slug's path winding, and frail. I must follow this path you see,I know it leads to a place I'd like to be.Delicate, soft, tip-toe trudge,not wanting to mar snail's imprinted sludge. For if I m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1027284/ Just a poem that makes me laugh... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1026875/ Our LoveI hear your footsteps steady,My love, myself made ready,as you take me places meant,for me only, we lie spent.My heart, your one desire,our love, a burning fire.Pressing onward to that fountain,in an exploding crystal mountain,For me you're ever ravishing,gifts and tokens always lavishing.Fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1026853/ A person is unique,with a spirit all their own.That's what makes them who they are,for it's how their known. They place a certain spacebetwixt themselves and others.They go into that secret place,away from all their brothers.To keep mind straight,and thoughts locked up tight,none can accompany,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1026582/ The WeatherThe crickets sang an awful tune upon Spring's eve.They used to harmonize perfectly.Scratching, grating, unrelenting fervor,the frogs join in, a black bloating horror.The air whispered dark secrets,oh such knowledge, it could keep it.The hum of the wind, insane groaning,Branches swaying, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1026413/ Where will this take me?to the moon or to the sea,Let the wind decide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1025579/ "There now," she awoke to him offering her a Bayer asprin packet and a small glass of water. Thankful her eyes were rebellious, if they opened, he'd witness the terror mingled with hate. "Your sin was great this time," he cooed, "but I have made my petition to the Lord on your behalf. In time, forg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1025253/ This is my first "chapter" of sorts, like I mentioned this is all rolling about, we will see where it goes. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1025249/ HellOh righteous creatures,with angelic features,yet underneath is death and maul.Clutching and forcing,manipulating, coercing, she'd never have a life at all.They'd preach and they'd peck,a noose about her neck,her life a horrible disaster.They kept her in chains,through winter and rains,she t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1025049/ A promiseA promise in time, can turn on a dime.This I know too well.Heart wrenching sorrow,that lasts through tomorrow,not only for a spell.Where have you gone?My soul rests uponthis love you've given me.But my love was too much,too hard was my clutch,and now you have to flee.So you seek and yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1024822/ That night The moon grew red aswe made our bed,upon the soft, dampmoss.I know you're for meand forever will be,no matter what thecost.You whisper softly,love words loftyand I believe yourheart is true.As long as there'syou, you will I pursue, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1024444/ This is just something rolling around in my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1024338/ Writing is my therapy. And this one is very personal to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1024209/ Just a light little poem. I am practicing my rhyming and flow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1024156/ She waitsShe waited dressed and ready,hoping he would come, needy expectation,her heart a pounding drum.She primmed and proppered, fixed and fancied,every hair placed just so.When will he meet her, if he will meet her,that she did not know.Make ready, make ready was what her heart had said,and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1023199/ Out of this dust and out of these ashes emerge a flower.Not knowing she was vivid being, immersed in dirt and darkness.Her heart beat and beat as she grew, a small blade peaking out of the earth.She reached, pressed on to the light once she could see it.Day by day, she basked in it's glorious warmth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1022742/ From where the wind blowsI should wish to never knowFor in knowing, loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marlayesterday/1022707/