http://slow.writerscafe.org/JennaHarding The original writings of author Jenna Harding en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016810 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another short piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/280117/ Another short piece that I wasn't really sure what to do with http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/280103/ just a short opener, wasn't sure where to go with it, but was stuck in my head so I had to write it down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/280089/                                Trust IssuesStone shattered by the invading one man army. Late night, small hour confessionsMere ammunition for t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/280085/                                   Deceived"Liar".The word resonates yet remains unsaid. Deception trickles from the ton.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/280083/                                      Dark HourIt's late. No sound save the howling wind and theMonotonous drone of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/280080/                                         ReleaseThoughts of the unacceptable fill theBrain to bursting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/280078/                                        AbsolutThe aches and troubles of the worldPull at their should.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/280077/ So you’re leavingI watch you pack your suitcaseSilence. No words are saidNot even goodbye.You don’t care though,Dry eyes speak volumes. So you’re leavingI watch you walk awayEmpty. You never turn around thoughNot once. But deep inside I’m glad.I cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/274391/ Little girl, dry your eyesAnd pick yourself off of the ground.Little girl, you’ll be alright.Because you have to be. Little girl, grazed hands and kneesSimple flesh woundsThey appear to be. But do they fester deep within?The memory of the wounds,The infliction, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/274390/ I know you wanted to stay with meBut you had to fly away.Your beautiful eyes that shone so brightWill never see another day.I tried to hold on tight to you, but you stillSlipped through my fingers.No matter how many days pass byI still feel your touch, it lingers. I promised y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/274388/ So tiny. Didn’t stand a chance.Blue.Silence engulfs the room.Coldness seeps through the latex,Sears the skin, breaks the soul.Wrapped in warmth, makes no difference.Passed along to loving arms.Bathed. Baptized by the salt waterOf her creators.The ultimate fear realized.Hope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/274386/ Bleary eyed and tired,You regard your face.Pick out the imperfectionsWith a fine tooth comb.Blatantly obvious,Illuminated in the harsh makeshiftLight of day. Every blemish and crease,Every scar, every pore,All painfully visible, not to them maybe.But to you. Your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/274385/  Chapter OneI’ve always loved the sea. The vastness of it, I’ve often found, can put anything into perspective. It’s always had a calming effect on me, ever since I was a child. Whenever we visited the seaside I would make up worlds under the sea where mermaids lived a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/269035/ Something I've been working on for a while now. It follows the story of a girl named Maura and her struggles while living in a children's home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/269034/                        Call Me When You're SoberDrunken fumblings, inebriated pawing,They only ever touch you when they'reThree sheets and sailing. But you let them. Craving the atte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267330/                                       InsomniaYou long to give into the physical exhaustionAnd slip into peacef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267317/                                    SolitudeSalt droplets travel the pane of her face,Translucent like tinted glass. If the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267316/                                    Mistress MineMistress mine with eyes so brightYou come to me in dreams.You invade my subc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267315/                                     Broken DreamsCollapsing, crumbling, crashing down around your ears.Suggestions and wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267314/                                    N-JPictures.Flickering silver screen movie reelsAre all I'll ever know. Platinum baby. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267313/ Inspired in part by 'Lady Lazerus' by Sylvia Plath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267312/ The two lines at the beginning are from the song 'Sorry' by Madonna. Just borrowing them, they don't belong to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267311/ Goes with 'All Alone I...' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267309/ Goes with 'Gas Mark 7' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267307/ Another dark one, sorry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267300/                                I'm DoneReach into my chest and rip out my heart.Fix it again just to watch it break. Your masochistic self right.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267299/ Written after the events of 7/7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267296/                                   StarlightInky blackness blankets the world.Tiny pinpricks of light,Diamonds, sprinkled like fai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267294/                                    Mary KellyBeautiful no longer.Mirrors slice deep.Red rivers run. Drip and pool.Soak, st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267293/                             Lighthouse to HarbourAlone I stand, gazing out upon as yetUncharted waters.I am a ship. A hand rests gently at my helm, The unsee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/267291/ Does exactly what it says on the tin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266922/                          Calm After the StormFor once she couldn't see forever.Lived through it all, but could not weather This storm.Lightening, rain, excrutiating pain,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266920/                                    Pale FaceTick. Tick. Tick.The hands stand still. Unmoving.Drags, creeps. Endless.It's p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266919/                                  Not Quite GoneShe died here. Breathed her last in thisVery bed on which I lie. Part of her linge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266917/ Dedicated to someone who helped me so much when I was kinda screwed up in high school http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266916/ Written the same day as 'Unrequited'. I was in a bit of a melancholy mood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266913/ Something that came to me in a Math lesson about three years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266911/  The Power of the Unspoken Word. There is something so exhilaratingAbout an empty page.Naked, bare, open,Just waiting to be filled.Potential seeping from every fibre,Palpable.Close your eyes, you can taste it.An emperor, it demands to be used.Words, letters, numbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266493/ Ode To A Friend Held Dear Hush now little one,Come here I’ll dry your eyes.Sit on my lap and I’ll tell you a story,About castles and knights, about princesses and dragons.They’ll wrap you up safe and warm like a blanket,They’ll protect you from the horror.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266491/ Poem in a Carol-Ann Duffy style from the POV of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, only years later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaHarding/266489/