http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sheerah83 The original writings of author L.G. Knight en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984199 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 TW: Abuse, Revenge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/2903374/ Repressed Memories, lost time, wondering what happened to make me this way. Why can't I remember? Then, I did remember. Now, I wish I could forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/2903371/ TW: This poem contains material of a Mature nature. This may be disturbing to some individuals. This poem contains themes of abuse and $u!c!de. Read with Caution. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/2903242/ Caution: This journal Entry contains material for mature audiences and may be disturbing to some individuals. It's for a contest. Content includes: Childhood SA, Depression, Anxiety, Bipolar, CPTSD. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/2902710/ Dark TW before reading. This poem contains dark themes that may be disturbing to some individuals. Before reading please be away that it includes mentions of anxiety, trauma, depression and $u!c!de. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/2902702/ My latest work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/1960509/ To you, it's a small thing. To me, it's an atomic bomb. Rupturing our world, Spreading toxic fallout, Deep beneath the soil, Of our once beautiful love. To you, it's irrelevant.Miniscule.inconsequential. To me, it's a poison. Injected.Ingested. Blackening.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/1959067/ I vision now your midnight eyes,That sparkle like stars in the midnight skies,Always when these visions arise,I get lost in your midnight eyes.I vision now your work roughed hands,So gentle as they lay their brand,Bowing my body to your demand,With the gentleness of your work roughed hands.I vision .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/1215550/ I only wanted to be enoughI only wished for your loveI only asked for your allI didn't think it much at all I only wanted to be your loveI didn't think it too much but your love was not for meOnly I couldn't see I only wanted to be enoughI only wished to be your love I am glad now it wasn'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/1161370/ Poem is written for a Contest. Italic Lines are Lyrics From Adele-Turning Tables. Lyrics are used as part of the guidlines for the Contest. They will not be used for any monetary compensation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/1037404/ Prologue- Colorado Springs, CO- March 1, 2006   　         Shallee Williams left work with a skip in her step and her soul flying high. Nick would be home in less than two hours and she couldn't stop the trip in her heart at the thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/1034242/ A young woman who wrapped her entire life around her husband is suddenly left alone to find herself and follow her dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/1034229/ Not edited yet simply written. The first poem I have written in a while. Please don't mind grammer and or spelling but let me know if you see any. However looking more for reviews on content. Thanks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/1033174/ Inspired by and based on a book I am reading "Black Hills" By: Nora Roberts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/432766/ Sparkle and shimmer as the light playsThrough the blue of your eyes like they're an oceanSee the tears fall like a streamOver the cliff of your cheeckbonesAn anguished blush Spreads across your cheeks Like the petals of a rose in the full bloom of summerLet me imerse myself in your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/428479/  A Moment of HateDon't tell me I don't love you.I know very well I do.I can still picture your smileThat lights up your eyes so blue.Don't tell me I don't love youFor how could you knowHow just the mention of your nameLights my face with loves glow It's been so long s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/426484/ just some fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/414913/ My doggies are barkingand I don't mean K9'sFor the last several monthsThey've been on the front linesMy doggies are barkingThey're tired and soreFrom all the steps takenStanding and Pacing the FloorMy doggies are barkingNeed to put them on iceHave to have time thoughTo treat th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/399474/ Dear Man,I seem to have lost my way.I've let you lead me astray. Dear Man,I don't know when, how, or why.I've become one to just sit and cry. Dear Man,Before I met you I had a planIt was not to be the defeated woman. Dear Man,Why have I let you do this to me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/399445/ no clue what I was thinking so don't ask me.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/397414/ Take me away from this placeTo hide in the peaceful haven that is you.Hide me in your folds,Surround me like the veil of a lagoon. Encase my in tranquilityNever to know the chaos of life againOnly to know you and this sence of belongingNever to worry again about fitting in... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/396597/ Beautiful as a butterflyFeathery soft and sweetPure as the driven snowBright as the sunshine it meets Dark as hell's sinsHard as Granite rocksBlue as the midnight skiesOver loves dead and lost A more unlikely pairNever would be thoughtBut oh how well they fit togeth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/394342/ Haiku string for contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sheerah83/392657/  Tori Gesner left school early. She had actually managed to finish three finals with enough time to spare to have a two-hour break before her forth. That should give her time to pick up her husband from the airport. 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