http://slow.writerscafe.org/kenaedawna The original writings of author Kena Dawn Augustine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185198 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Swimmingin your system,Controllinginhibitions,Graspingall the wrong Andchemically dissipating Thislurking condition… Headspinning in all directionsTowords withsenseless meanings,Allremain valid that your Currentstate is interven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1804746/ I long to hide,Inside,This façade of love.Feigning that skin is all I’m made of,That purity is synonymous withThe former self I use to be…I’ve gone so far off the deep end,Who would want me?Attention is this inherent needThat swallows sim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1701407/ I am strongA lioness,Curved back, eyes wideWith vigilance,And awareness of who,I am. A woman, Synonymous with Goddess,Dwelling in holy places,A sanctuary in my mindI can retreat when the adversaryBrings out his demons,His serpents, beguiling meInto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1701376/ Lyrics to a song.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1473030/ Protecting your heart through a surfeit of lovers.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1472847/ I don’t need to rely on you.You are not my music.Not my harmony to my melodyChord to my music sheetReady for my heart to beat after each beatYou create…..Yet I relied on you.Caressing my skin asStrings on a Spanish guitar,Playing me until there was no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1457103/ Why always a diagnosis when its others who are the real pollution to her healthy mind....a prose... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1362247/ Just a prose type of poem I wrote when thoughts swirled in my mind.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1348630/ A video preview for my book I published... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1334018/ Spoken word style...spoken to abused women... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1333974/ Another featured poem in my book.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1333971/ This explains about my book....an intro.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1333969/ A language every culture can understand.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1075250/ I am in pieces.Scattered memories of myself.Looking through eyes of grandeur, but often sadness,Locked behind repression of past oppression…Too afraid of the outcome,So many jagged edges for being completeIn the hands of another still leaves a cracked shell.I am in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1063536/ Mind PenetrationYou're intellectual,we conversate.I let your words penetrate...my psyche, wound up like your cornrows,sweet as your lips.I'm not afraid of heights so I hang on each word,waiting to be heard,among all the noise outsidethat threatens to kill the silence of our longing.Because we b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1003396/ No title, but about talents and self-appreciation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/1000651/ Do you ever find love one big puzzle? But you can't let go due to fear of being alone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/941737/ A poem about creating a masterpiece in life.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/941731/ A victim in your box A victim in your boxcoffinlikeawaiting deathcemented by misery.Time no longer defined by the hands of a clockbut by the hands that turned the keys... Time that once floated into a perpetual highhands that once elevated me,now close the locks to my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/894298/ Eden transformed Come and walk this garden with meWhere the fruit is plentiful and the land is free…My body is stripped bare for you to see,No false pretenses or insecurities, because it’s skin toskin,I let you in, no apologies.The abundance of our joy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/814165/ A woman reborn Living off thehigh of you,A melody thatplays over and over on my mind.Memories overlappingfantasies, because what is realSeems surreal…Linking heartsand minds, passions and dreams,I want to swimin your pool of serene,And bathe in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/702442/ A short sensual poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/632984/ Void of hip hop There’s this hole in my soul where hiphop use to lie. Beats poundingto the rhythm of my heart,Nostalgiafloating like chords, a familiar tune.Your whitestarter ball cap sitting on your headConcealing sweatthat sat on your brow.Your head.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/622926/ Something different from me....a little more spiritual http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/621936/ I was biking home tonight, and had that urge to write a poem. The cold night and my pain inside was like this overwhelming sense of darkness creeping up into my soul. I am sharing it with you...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/619909/ The last man who had my heart A collection of poetry,A paper trail of tears.Through all these yearsI found solace in myemancipation,This God given gift thatkeeps growing,Even though you alteredmy step. 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So many hands haveSnatched away my substance untilall I am reduced to is bone.Savages, cave dwellers, ready to run like a cannibalWith my hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/543433/ Don't let a relationship explode; let it cool in a peaceful ocean... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/509136/ My story inspired by Winter McPherson...an opposite look at self-acceptance... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/385484/ The opening poem of my book that explains the theme...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/338494/ A collaboration of sensual efforts by Ivory and Kena..from the depths of our seductive minds... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/325340/ Music flows in our souls when we realize our potential; and not let others stunt its growth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/303147/ our obsession can cloud our senses until one experience reaches the peak where we see how to break free.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/303098/ Finally...it's here..twists and a climax you may not guess...(it's recommended to read part 1 and 2) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/274639/ The plot to capture Wes; reading part one helps you understand this one.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/271938/ our obsession can cloud our senses until one experience reaches the peak where we see how to break free.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/265890/ Conclusion:    Regina lay on her bed in her room, looking out the window atthe full moon in the sky, with its mesmerizing, yet somberglow. That's how Jamone was. At first, he mesmerized her senses, and thenhe brought nothing but sadness.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/241011/ Partthree: A caged bird     A week later, music began to melt behind the feelings that Regina and Jamonefelt for each other, which seemed so tangible and real. The song was put asidefor production, not because she wasn’t good enough, but because Devon&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/240954/ Part two    A week had passed, and she had not yet heard from Jamone. Either about thebackup vocals or a date, which she somewhat hoped for.     He never liked me, just wanted to flirt, she thought glumly.    However, that Saturdayafternoon whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/240928/ Music flows in our souls when we realize our potential; and not let others stunt its growth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kenaedawna/240876/