http://slow.writerscafe.org/xericamariee The original writings of author Erica Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033783 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This was an assignment for school. We were supposed to write a poem, and then try to shorten It with the same message in only 6 lines. And then in only 3. So fun :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1503181/ They think I can't see them, and in fact, I can't. Nobody talks to me. But that's okay, I make the room my enigma, and put the pieces of all these people together by myself. You don't need to see someone to know who they are. I hear the lies, I hear the secrets.I feel l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1359274/ The best time of the dayIs when I can hear thatswitch.click.tap. from the clock against the wallThe symbol of sincere silenceVibration has ceasedThe Earth's presence is hereswitch.click.tap. No one to bother meAlone with self peaceswitch.click.tap. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1357639/ EverythingI know about friendship, I learned from Ashley. From the special inside jokes,to the extreme forgiveness of wrongdoings. She taught me so much about the joysof living. About the simplicity of happiness, and about overwhelming amounts ofcourage and bravery. We were thirteen wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1283524/ He stared at me.Standing.Staring, but in the most soothing wayI was naked. Not only physically, but mentally tooMy whole mind emptied to embrace himAll of him.My words meant nothing.His words meant nothing.Our bodies responded to each otherIn their own, erotic wayAnd in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1198205/ This poem is about my parents recent separation. My mom and I were best friends growing up and she was always there, but because of my dad she moved away at the beginning of this year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1087424/ We collapsed into the silence of our highSpeaking only through our eyes,Relaxing against each others presence.We hesitated to say anything now,Repressing any words that started to form on our tonguesThat might bruise the air we used to speakMy body; veins still pulsing,Traveling the magic throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1082430/ He wears a steel shellCold and vibrantNo emotion or slight hint of fearThe dark side of AquariusTaking life as it comesExcepting fate and dreaming of moreSatisfaction painted over his faceBorn by poverty♥And yet he amazes meEvery wonderful, careful breathDetached from his own heartYet he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1081033/ Somewhere between where the mountains meetA little girl lived in the townToo young to even cross the streetWay to young to roam aroundBut when the home seemed more like a houseThere was no such thing as too youngWith all the parental screaming aboutThere’s no way she could hold her tongueSo ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1080766/ My trigger is sensitiveA taste, a smell, a touchActivating the dark part of the mindReleasing the scenes,Haunting, exploding Images of terror escapeAnd my heart retaliates-- Beating too fast to catch a breathIt's all in my headIt's all in my headBut the numbness refuses to fadeI'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1079476/ I asked my friend one day to give me a topic to write about. He said, "fish" So here is what I came up with: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1078913/ I'll meet you in the candlelightAnd as we flicker and glowOur images burn like poisonAgainst the soft flame of lifeFlawlessWe only show our beautyAnd all emotions disappearInto the wave of lightNo words are neededOnly eyes against you nowAnd we feel the energy in our veinsPulsingWarmingChangingAnd i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1078896/ Bare skin--touch of bones and warmthAgainst the wind, or sand or air.Against the soft comfort of homeWhere freedom is shameAnd temperatures run coldWhere the body is a secretAnd the skin will hideBut there is so much beautyOf how one is born And there is so much timeThat is lived this wayLove c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1078863/ I wanted to write my incredible boyfriend a letter, and this is what it was. (We like to refer to each other by our first and middle names) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xericamariee/1074710/