http://slow.writerscafe.org/poeticjustice40g The original writings of author Lauren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047123 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Near the end, things always get worse, no exceptions.  Lovers quarrel, friends give the cold shoulder.  If you put a tangerine and a manderin orange beside each other, you might think they're the exact same thing.  But below the superficiality of appearance, tangerines and mandarins a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/247757/ Grace crept inas all were left unaware;she painted green foliagethe color of nothingness and light.Silently, silentlyher fingers releasedan air of collective joy.Two worlds wide,Grace left a clueon an unforgiving ground:by daylighther curtain of magichad vanished. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/246643/ I saw a manwhose face was as gentleas the song of a stream at dawn;but when he lookedat his own two eyes in the mirror,it was Medusa's reflectionstaring back at himfrom the other side of the glass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/246640/ Entrancing spells from the soulof the lone man who knew her bestspilled out onto the rolling 'scapeof an abandoned girl's spiritand arid tears wept downa face that didn't knowwhether to smile.In her captivated gaze, he was always stunningin every facet, in every imperfect pore... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243389/ Morning has broken in my hazy dark sky:the fine lines of her softness graze the horizon,creating a heaven of some new ageancient glory.Bound behind this cage of glass and stone,I wander the fields below with only my eyes,playfully frolicking in the dew-kissed tulipsof my mind's world... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243388/ On a cherry-scented wind the sparrows glide past -I wish I was atop the mighty wings of Pilatus,staring past the blue-green mirror worldof ethereal Lucerne.Between my toes I feel the gritof a sandy paradise -my friend, she's a lilac summerpainted a pale pink in the lavender grin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243387/ The empty path is hometo a great company of shadows -ghostly passengers ona westbound train headed nowhere in particular.They sit on barbed wire remnants and dry leaves,scraping up broken dreams in the blistering September heat.Smiling through the lack of happiness,aching though they f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243385/ the blue tint of the roomas the afternoon sun strainedthrough the blinds the peculiar silence and calmwhen the hallway lightwas switched on try and sleep nowshhhthere, there nowI'll be back in a little while kicked-off coversan old family quiltsmelling of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243383/ He was regalwith a nameless charm, andhe told me to love the dandelions.How can I love that which plagues my heart?I questioned. Kiss the ground where the ferns are plantedand feed the soil with your aching.Try as you may,you will never lose the weeds:cultivate your riches a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243381/ I saved your life as we waited at the bus stopfor the fat yellow 7:45They wanted to break your bones with textbooksand insults to your Mormon father and faithIt was my first day of fourth gradeand my strength burgeoned on the heads of your enemiesI should have known not to trust a girl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243380/ Following years of quiet and intriguethe child has come to speakshe takes up no concernover her diction she only wishes to relieve me She says you exploited her bedtime storiesand caused the dull ache in her bellyto rise high like steamand cling to the ceiling of h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243379/ I am queen of the moon andI am king of the Southern boy,spitting watermelon seeds five-and-a-half milesaway from my front porch.I am the Great Bambino andI am the King of Rock and Roll, thankyouverymuch.I sing arias in eight octavesand win World Cups and Seriessingle-handedly.I mak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243377/ Yes, my open wounds have felt the vinegar stingNo other could touchThey say pain is useless; pretend it's a paper crane. My ache was an origami ball and chainIt really wasn't supposed to mean that much.Yes, my open wounds have felt the vinegar sting. My crying is mascara-ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243375/ I see a dead mockingbird under the stairsand it looks like our friendshipwith its feet pointed to heaven and it eyeslooking beyond nothing.The sky around me fadesspringtime blue to arrogant graywhile conniving bees hover before meand whisper angry spells. I stand witnessto t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243374/ When Twilight pinned her misty curtain to the starsmy mind broke to shadows and songbirdswhich paved my walk with eerie perversions and mezmerizing melodies.Why, Psyche, must you fail to dance on waterfallswith nightingales' wings and yourstomach all aflutter?Why not remember the music o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243373/ She rememberedwhen making love waslike rolling in a patch of clover,where every inch of her body waspleasurably tickled.She recalledhow his mouth was an electric blanket -hot and comfortable, somethingshe didn't want to get out from under. Maybe he won't rememberthat her f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243372/ When we were togetherthe pines were falling from their peak,stunningly green with brown needleslike the shades in your eyes.Laughter, almost insulting,filled the small spaces between usand I silently beggedthe digital clock on your dashboard,gradually losing my argument with every ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243370/ Her eyes were hard opalsbefore the light opened     iridescent and reflective     of monuments and plains     battles and reconciliationsThen in her own warshe turned on her side     out of her wanderings i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243369/ A man bared his soul to me,sang a stunning melodyin the silent black of night.He asked about my childhoodand where my mother was raised,what it was like whenI danced for the first time.Tears that had dammed themselves upand burned at the hollow of my skullbegan to flow in form like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243367/ The purveyor of my dreamswith eyes like hollow black marblessmiles beneath the battered blanketsof my restless midnight.She smells of baby powder and brownie batter,of cigarettes and rest homes. I smile back with glitter in my teeth. I lose myself in glimpses of the heave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243365/ Shade, sun, blood, cut -it wasn't in that orderthat God brought me to my knees,but watching the black barenessleech from the wounds on my skinwas like seeing the clouds of heavenclose up, leaving me to my bitter hell,this blood-bought landscapeof gnashing teeth, locked jaws,and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/243364/ wednesdaywhen the purple rose to the surfaceand acclimated itselfto the hue of her skinand the rusted metal monstercollapsed high from its uneasy perchinto her nimble fingershammering life into the numbness i realize now, she said(as brittle brown petals and blank blood fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticjustice40g/241222/