http://slow.writerscafe.org/MarilynT The original writings of author MarilynT en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018884 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On the top rail of the fence sits a girl with moss-green eyes jeans that are cuffed to the knee reveal skin the color of milk a spray of freckles on her cheeks bring to mind wildflowers in the open meadow. She laughs, tilting her head slightly to look into the young man’s face .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233875/ Marriage vows Bind, Unite Two become one Why then  are so many reduced to dual singularity His car Her car step one his friends her friends step two his job her job step three his interest her interest step four his side her side step fiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233872/ I was ok the small click in my mind a minor annoyance. click thump thump thump another car stereo base cranked click pants that hang so low on the hips boxers, or briefs irrelevant click click skin covered with tattoos that make it more ink than skin click click.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233870/ Afraid to liveafraid to diea hopeless beingunable to cry.Afraid of loveafraid of hatean empty heartwithout a mate.Afraid to be weakAfraid to be stronga mind confusedby an endless throngAfraid of death Afraid of lifea hopeless soulfilled with strife   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233869/ Long black hairhair so darkit swallowed the moonlightframed a face so white it glowedbeneath the light that had not been consumedA single white lilypressed between her palmsand held against her breastas ifit had grown from her heart.From the windowhe watchedas she stepped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233867/ On August 4th 2007 my husband suffered two heart attacks. He is ok now but I will never be the same.Before, I lived every moment with him. Now those moments are treasures.Every day a new blessing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233865/ We waltz rain dancing upon our heads our shoulders gentle notes laughing freely you spin me wet grass bare feet dance lightly thunder booms a small squeal of surprise escapes my lips pulled close a tender kiss strong hands gently smooth wet hair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233863/ What do we want for these children we create. Children who live within our minds but are only words, sentences, and paragraphs of a single dimension black and white world. We want them to be read, for in reading they receive life, are loved, and sometimes hated. The blood of our soul pours out in en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233859/ Her skin glistens with morining dew worlds live in her eyes her laugh has graced more than a few while her lips tell them lies. She is the kind that all desire when her form they first behold Their hearts and souls she sets afire but the flames they burn so cold. Perefection in each .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233855/ Six days a week, they lie, cheat and steal. No kind words they speak, no love do they feel. Annoyed by the homeless, the needy, the poor. No thanks tho they’ve been blessed, they always seek more. But on Sunday morning, at nine o the clock, you’ll find them all joinin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233853/ They drive us like cattle across fields of resentment. They fuel our hate give birth to revenge and consume our lives. Disappointment, Rejection, Failure, Slander, Criticism, all things people do, we consider a personal affront. Disagreements in religious beliefs, Dispr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233851/ There is within every living creature an eternal spring. It runs deeper than hearts or souls. It overflows it’s banks when we find ourselves in the most dire of situations. It quenches the deadly thirst that overcomes us as we walk through deserts of despair. It fills us with life when we grow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233850/ It sits quietly in the shadows, gleefully waiting, for complete darkness. It is just a tiny thing, too small to see in the light. The guard drifts slowly into unawareness and darkness, sweeps the light away. It slips from the small hiding space growing until, It fills t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233848/ The darkness of injustice hangs heavy and rancid like clouds of spent gunpowder over a body-littered battlefield. The senses are attacked by the odors of rotting hopes and dreams as lives slowly decay under your watchful eye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233845/ Katrina Miller, caterpiller on a sunny bright spring day sat on a leaf eatng lunch as the tree around her swayed. She daydreamed of the grand attire she would some day wear. and the awe she would inspire as she fluttered through the air. Her dream and lunch were both cut short when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233842/ Addiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233838/ The sunrise sweeps across the earth, and night dies after giving birth from the vast womb of the universe a miracle to see. A gentle breeze blows across the land, as caressing as a mother’s hand holding a child unable to stand a miracle to see. Clouds filled with life-givin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233836/ I seek the words there are noneYour presencein my heartin my soullies in a realm beyond description.I think of You anddeepest emotionovertakes me leaving me weakhumbled by all that You are.The success of my lifewould be knownwhen You placeYour hand upon my hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233799/ Life is like a hollow reedwe take to the spring of happiness,put our lips to, and draw forth the water of bliss.I have however, on more than one occasion,put my lips to the reed only to get a mouthful of mud. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233798/ A face like moonlightpierces the black skies above my heartilliminating the mist of loveas it engulfs my very soul.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233795/ O desolation!Where has the joy gone?Streets that once echoed laughterrun deep with blood and tears.Homes, hearts, once filled with warmthstand empty, cold specters, testaments of cruelty.None shall enter their doors again,nor shall they remember.Hearts cry from the darknessas sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233794/ Dark http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233792/ He always waits beside the door three step-children by his side. He does not speak but I am sure Tis only time he bides. Some early morn I will rush out after an urgent call never noticing he has gone til to the ground I fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233791/ 25th anniversary of my fathers death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233764/ Fear and guilt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233762/ Feelings at my Fathers funeral http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233760/  His head rests upon her breast,dreams of paradise crest,the waves of his mind.Waves that move in slow rhythm,with the beating of her heart,carrying him forward,casting him upon a beach of silken sand,her skin.They sleep,cloaked in a blanket of moonlight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233757/ Humorous poem with a dark twist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233748/ Poem about suicide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233742/ The feelings of a child suffering abuse from personal experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233733/ He was tired, the kind of tired that reaches beyond the body and causes the soul to ache. He had been traveling for thirty-five years only pausing for short periods in one town or another but none did he call home.As he walked, the heat of the summer sun beat down on the earth creating the ghosts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233442/ A young man leaves home at sixteen and soon finds himself wanted for murder. As he tries to stay ahead of the wanted posters he soon discovers that he loves the life he was thrown into and although tempted to leave it he cannot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarilynT/233440/