http://slow.writerscafe.org/EliJoLee The original writings of author EliJoLee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054609 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Her mind is blankas she sits on the pathetic excusefor a car seat,it's faux, aging leathercracking in placeshere and there.Rain droplets glisten redfrom the stoplightshe's sitting at;flowing red rivers on a transparent valley.She's disturbed by questionsshe can't find answers to,it makes her insides.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/730454/ Lonlinessstumbles throughthe darkness,draped onlyin a ballgownof tears.Her footprintsevaporatinginto oblivion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/452945/ Pen lies on paperCreative flow not happeningI'm writers block's b***h. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/450283/ She whispers and I stupidly listen as she fills my head with random ramblings and children's nursery rhymes. "One, two buckle my shoe Three, four shut the door..."And then as a cruel joke, slams the door shut, just to see me jump and I hear her laugh. It's her laughter that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/363342/ Just a short snipit of winter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/330242/ Eyes glistenandshadows come out to playas the match strikesandthe flame ignites.A penny for your thoughts...How many pennies will I getbefore the flametempts you to dropthe burnt stickto the groundandSilence playsa prankto darken the mood?One maybe two?Three..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/329987/ Forgotten memoriesbang their bloodyfists against barricadedwallsof closed-upminds,screamingbecause they wantto be heard.For they no longerwant to beforgotten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/317290/ The rain kisses meGoodnight as it softly singssplattered lullabies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/304475/ Does the wind flyon feathered wing?Like angels?Invisible.Yet mysterious.You can't see it,only feel it.A flowing streamof nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/247663/ Laughter createsmemoriesnever forgotten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/247659/ The rays of the mooncasts a luminous shadowacross a butterfly's wings.A moment, a dream.It sits upona midnight flower,that's plantedin a midnight garden.It flies awaytowards the stars,towards Heavenon midnight's wings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/247658/ A skyscrapered cityis but a concrete jungleinhabitedby many species ofdifferent cultures. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/247656/ Holding ontothe handof someone I lovewhile crossing the streetmade merealizethatthat personwill never let goof mineunlesstheyabsolutelyhaveto letgo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/247655/ It has been broughtto my attentionthat this planetis unable to find itsingenuity.It's going monotonous and there's notthat much color.Only black and whiteportraits.May I say thatimaginative schemes are, to a great extent,needed in this timeof calamitybefore everyone loses.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/247653/ What lies in truth?What is hidden in lies?What secrets are being whispered?What's the point of good-byes?Can you feel it i the air?Of that forbidden feeling?Can you hear it in the wind?Unknown voices screaming?Where is true happinessin this world with you and me?If we find it,i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/247652/ Your eyes are stitched shut,blinded behind your eyelids,because you never look.Your fingers are sewn together -disabled,because you never do.Words are muffledbecause of the stitchessilencing them,because you never speak out.Isn't it hard to hearwith your cartilage sewnto your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/243644/ Through their music,orange dancers tell stories of the woodthat they hold prisonerin their fiery clutches.They then release them into the windas singed memoriesagainst the night sky - forgotten.Glowing ashes that the eyeonly sees in passinguntil it rains downand gives the sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/242980/ The fog and mist cloaksa heart and smothers its crieswith a shadow that darkens tears.The tears pierce through the skinand out comes blood that meltslingering moments of happiness.Hands search through the darkness,feeling only the black it creates.Blackness that sketchesan unw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/240161/ An ink drawn heart, splattered and faded, sits in her chest along with loneliness.  The tears that leak from her eyes drip then splashes, causing the ink in her chest to stain more this way and that, making it flow down and ending its peregrinate on the ground below.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/219923/      Her walls are painted black and gray, the paint still glistens from not being dry.  Her footsteps leave indented footprints on the gray carpet that leaves the mind to fill in the lines as she slowly saunters toward the only objects in the room.    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/218465/ A rose falls to the groundThorns are piercing,Petals are bleeding.One heart cries outFor everyone to hearAs it rainsIts remainsOnto the broken ground. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/207133/ Life is like ...a jigsaw puzzle.You have to fit each piecethat comes next,one by one.The puzzle may contain500, 750, or even one thousand pieces,it depends on how simpleyou want your lifeto be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/205910/ Unknown voices scream a piercing melodywhere their echoes trace the walls of silence. Silence ...which is  painted black and drips,then splatters on faded black and white memories,it's ripped edges soaked and stained. Memories that are forgotten but not lost. Not ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliJoLee/203884/