http://slow.writerscafe.org/jaytodamo18 The original writings of author Jacquelene Vanessa Moreno en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991422 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fluorescent stars in the heavens above I look at you and see true love. The heat of light flows through my souleyes burn like fiery coal. beauty is long for seenI was once his forsaken queen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/2073362/ Walking on glass filled with yesterday’s flame I look above and call his nameWhat have you done? what will you do? Please don’t leave me alone in this beast filled brewWhen I look at you I see promise Why can’t you just be honest? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/2071129/ summer sands blaze a rose colored hue Jade trees sway in the timid winds Iridescent birds swirl above my head Tea leaf eyes watch from a shadowy distance Babbling currents pierce the curtains of silenceWhat magic have I been immersed in? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/2070731/ I love reviews , I find them to be very helpful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/2070449/ I see my breath before meTell me what to do so I won’t be so lonelyPlease don’t ignore me I shine for u only Why can’t you see the inside of me You’re heart beat once only for she I clench my fists in the shattered rain Why god? Why? 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Do you remember me and the things I used to do?If not let me remind you.  I would stand on top of my sesame street stool in the front yard and give incomprehensible speeches until my mom told me to come inside t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/264824/     Rhythm. Beats, Melody, Movement.Music is the universal languageSalsa, Jazz, Ballet, Tango,  Concentration, Sweat, Twisting, Turning.  Singing, notes, octaves, instruments, bliss.  Pop goes the weasel, john J.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/261670/  I leap into a teacup for the evening        swim in the stars, float on the moonsing to the sun, dine with the sea        An arrow lances my keystoneleaving me vincible; peaceable   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/251571/    I see with one eye often threeThe other’s see only sheThe pills, the drills, the killsI myself forget the thrills. One shot , two shots , three shorts , fourMy face lands slant on the floorPick me up, Throw me in, have your funf**k me again. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/250962/ Key I sit in the park on a small grassy hill to bind myself.The roots of the large oak whisper failed vows lost in the wind.I am entranced by the obscure heavens above,deciphering my bleak yet severe surroundings. I hear children laughing, but  i do not laugh with them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/249600/ Flight I emerge from my cocoon, wings soaping wetThe air is harsh, my flesh rawNatural silence causes me to quakeMy strength under arrestBreadcrumbs lye sordidDisillusion is my guide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/249505/ Symbiosis Wineglass eyes: sullen hue of pinched redThe foul stench of scorched earth surrounds his furrowed brows into a scowlI quench each aggrieved bull's eyeMy limp arms slink into his solid cold wasteI feed SymbioticallyI clench my eyes holding myself steadyI undergo this tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/249468/ Victoria Her eyes sing with courage and roar with prideHer hair smells of a child's laughterHer hands tell the tales of sought knowledge and battles wonHer voice lengthens with the lands of timeHer touch sways with the coo of a doveHer soul glides with fireflies in the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jaytodamo18/249467/