http://slow.writerscafe.org/SabrinaH The original writings of author Sparrow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048143 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Life isn’t about catching a rideIt’s about building the machineGetting the fuelLearning to drive Feeling how fast to take the curve.Sliding  into yourspot.Backing down the right roads.Flooring it when you get the chance. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/768094/ Written with inspiration from Caravaggio about realized regret when a person becomes unavailable to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/286207/ Experience is useless unless you apply it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/280021/ Ending greed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/273624/ I wrote this in collaboration with my boyfriend Mike. It was originally a poem of mine but there was just too much to say in one poem without making it nearly neverending. We hope you like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/263570/ A collaboration between me and my b***h. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/254380/ Flay my vein  to dipyour quillinto my blood.Here it is,your favorite ink.It's beckoning you, I can see itin your eyes. It's all yours,This tiny lifeline of mine.Let your pen takes it's fill.Enough to cover your beloved pages.Here, here it is,not just my&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/254257/ In honor of Earth Day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/253436/ This poem came to me at about 2am while lying in bed staring at the street light outside my house in the yard of a newly REALLY renovated home. I kept thinking about standing under it and what a person might be thinking right in that exact spot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/246667/ No matter how beautiful one may seem to be aesthetically, when looking through the correct lens, say the internet for example, you can see the true beauty, the one on the inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/243133/ Jealous remorse, revenge. Best served warm, because once it's cold...it's cold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/240117/ It wasn't exactly a three hour tour... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/236677/ Spring has sprung and so have the flowers. Come Summer we'll be weeding out our dandelions though and cursing at the hard earth. For now we enjoy the fragrance of our flowers though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/233245/ No matter how many times you look, when you close your eyes you know he's there, just waiting for you to let down your guard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/233010/ More Diamante http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/228674/ An instance of growth when it broke my heart not to wallow in the past, hoping to revive it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/228671/ I'm just playing with it, deciding what I can change here and there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/228543/ It's a lonely peaceful walk on a bumpy path tonight.Walking towards my grave,Passing headstones and flowers.Sometimes, I'm smart enough to look only at the stars.Other times the markers are just too intriguing to pass up.I stop and I read and their sorrows break my heart.I leave a f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/226148/ Your dream or your nightmare on any given day. I am your best friend and worst enemy. I am loyal to you but first to myself. I pray and I fantasize. I am below the bar. I will hold you to the highest standards with the lowest expectations. I get lost in my own tiny mind but I'll delve into yours on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/216187/ I'm strecthing and stretching trying to work you out from under my skin. I can't  take it. I haven't felt like this in forever. I forgot I even could. It's been so long and I've changed so much. What do I do with you? You're under my skin and I feel different. How can I be cold with you under&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/212455/ Since the slipup with deleting everyone's work (grrr!) I haven't been movitvated to write much so i figured I'd see if I could get the ball rolling again with this. It's no masterpiece but at least it's something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/206735/  Here's hoping you never have the satisfaction When you told me you needed to find yourself, that night, I kept a mask on. I smiled assurances, thinking of you first...and I screamed inside. All through, I bit my tongue. I bit it and bit it and bit it until the metallic taste had fil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/180210/ {Diamtante experiment} I'm not sure how many times in life I've felt like I was wearing a mask for the benefit of others. This is about the cracking of the facade, but only when the queen is alone. It wouldn't do at all to scare the court. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/138600/ A Tanka poem composed for the Nothing Like a First Kiss contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/138045/ The world softly slides by, blessedly unnoticed. While you close your eyes in a fragile coma, endeavoring to escape the scars that haunt my dreams. May they never haunt yours. I hope your sleep is sweet and your conscience clean. I suffer for the both while you smile for the whole. Your world is sap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SabrinaH/119171/