http://slow.writerscafe.org/elisaphilips The original writings of author Elisa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776195804 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 So much thinkingSometimes I feel myself sinking The flow of ideas intensedeeper & deeper into the abyss To a place were I often gowhen I will return, I do not know Days or weeks pass me byBut the colors or flashes before my eyes I am lost in my min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/240880/ Well Hello - How do you do?Why do I seem to remember you? You look like someone I once knewYour sad smiles, is that a clue? What am I seeking?This feeling, which keeps leaking From far withinAre you someone from my past - where I have been? Your smile seem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/240878/ A writer friend asked me a most unusual question. I struggled with my answer. This is what I came up with. In fact I purposefully dodged the question for a long while.*****Decadence - love or lust - syrupy sweetcalls to you - bright with heatRichness of untold measureLuscious, layers upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/237705/ Look, Look into the mirrortell me what you seefor to my eyes it is clear This you have saidso often, so often that nowI hear it daily in my head A step forward day by daystopping to listenlistening to what you have to say Old habits are hard to breakeven thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/237704/ Come Back to MeCome back to meto sleep in my armsto just beIt is lonely here in my roomshadows on the wall casting a pale gloomthe bed empty beside methis is where you are supposed to beCome back to meto sleep in my armsto just b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/230737/ Some stories just come into my head and snuggle up and get cozy and run on the big screen- like my own little personal movie right behind my eyes. Other stories are inspired by what I see - and sometimes the very best stories are those suggested by others http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/226345/ I long to understand, I need to understandWhen it started, I was so youngThe beginnings I can't recallbut the middle and the end, I know too well- The slow ebb of darknesspunctuated by my confusion & fearHow does a child begin to grasp.the crumbling of a relationship so fast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/226215/ I am trying a series of stream pieces http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223959/ The cloudless sky—catches and holds my eyeThe crystal blue – almost an otherworldly hue     My mind drifts to you Inside, hidden and deep, unseenAn evilness seeps, unrelenting     My mind drifts to you Some whisper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223565/ Numbness is cloaking my soulonce full of love and laughternow I see ghosts of those feelings- fast and fleetingthey are not really mine to hold any longer When I close my eyes, I see the brightness that once wasNow I see images in shades and shadowsSometimes I wish to be in tota.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223559/ He arrives at the party later than he had planned. Having been held up in the office; well that is what everyone else will think. In truth he had sat in his desk chair and stared at the clock on the wall, watching the seconds, the minutes, the hour pass by. It is not that he does not want to enjoy t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223558/ This one has grown from a conversation and question game with some friends - and from another conversation with another friend. Sometimes things just stick with me - thoughts - images - ideas - and something beautiful truly rises out of the image stew. So http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223555/ Clay - cold and motionless on the wheelthe Potter can but feel the vase, the bowl, the cupwith His hands - His skill He raises up round & round the wheel spinsthis is where the Potter's art begins forms of beautyand vessels of utility His mind's eye &a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223552/ The Sound I most want to hear: SilencePlease draw near to meOh sweet Silence I cannot thinkIn the chaos of noise I further sink To be numb in stillness for awhileTo have my mind free Longing I am for Silence Take a drink, embrace the cheap Chemical t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223550/ Is there one single place I long most to reach?Is there something which I desperately search? Do I quest - do I trek to one specific location?Do I have a singular motivation? This much I knowI am in control of where I go There is no map- not itineraryI am limit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223548/ This is a new little mental game I am playing with myself - trying to describe scenes as I see in everyday life - I am working on something in my head... so bear with me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223546/ Ice-cold and harshThat date a total farce Tension of an unpleasant natureConversation disjointed - words fracture Bodies tightseemingly prepared to fight Coldness and disdaina seemingly constant refrain Is this the end - the final threadTo me the connect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisaphilips/223545/