http://slow.writerscafe.org/SaraHelena The original writings of author SaraHelena en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776397894 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Why are you sitting here? Your waiting for him aren’t you?Poised over the phone like an anteater over an anthill. And what will you do when the phone rings? You’ll eat up every word that floats through your ears. But is he worth it? Why are you sitting here? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306935/  With one arm up and one arm down,So begins to set the sun.Outside the air is getting cold,Crows land upon wires by the ton,And people are on their way home because the working day is done. With one arm up and one arm down,The dinner is prepared.The news comes on and then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306933/  For a moment there I thought I knew you.For a moment there I saw the starlight in your eyes.Thought I could tell you,How I had been hurt, and about all the lies.How could I have been so blind and such a fool,To think of putting all my love and trust in you- Your all the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306929/  The drowned rat in the pool.It was walking along the side but somehow it slipped and fell in.Sinking, sinking.Softly, slowly, sliding into the endless suffocating chasm.Dark cold arms fold around it,Holding it and all the while pulling it,Deeper into the icy realm of soft sweet d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306924/  Scorching heat,Flames they leap,Touch the sky with wisps of flame and hot pink.Electric spark.The deep roll of sweet safe thunder and the electric spark rockets again.Razor sharp.Sharper than the finest blade could ever be.Sliding through.The thunder rolls,The sparks rocket.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306923/  Light,Sweet soft summer rays spill down through the trees,The soft red path under my feet.Joy,To feel my friends presence by my side.We walk to the swings.I am happy here.This is my home and I run through the park,Climb the trees, boat the soft green murky waters, Smile as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306922/  She closes her eyes and lifts from the heavy, immobile lump.The flesh grows cold and is forgotten.Days become years.Years become eternity.She is forgotten.Another head stone like any other, with leaves curling over.She is at peace.Silent, Dark, Eternal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306919/  Waves break against the cliffs,The cliffs corrode over time,As does my heart the poem drifts,The darkened caverns of my mind.Yet in the darkness of the grave,  The sweet rose blooms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306917/  I lie in my tomb and look into the light,The moonlight that is, in the pitch of the night.It floats through my window and over the rose,The one full of hatred I held to my nose. I inhaled its sweetness, the cause of my pain,But if it could happen I'd do it again.I fell whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306916/  Have you ever been to Camels Armpit Land,Where lumps of cheddar cheese float by and kiss you on the hand?Where peacocks swim in amber pies of orange marmalade jam,That lie beneath the lemon grass trees of sky blue pink that dot throughout the land? I have been to Camels Armpit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306911/  With every waning breath,Comes everlasting death,And as the death comes near,So falls the empty tear.And in the dark we pray,For every living day. This prayer cannot be answered,And so each soldier falls,Like pedals from a dying rose,Growing from life's walls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306896/  The rain fell...And she stood in the rain.She would not move but remained firm.The storm beat down on her,It whipped at her face,And her tears flowed like blood from a gaping wound,But the rain did not notice her tears and continued to beat down on her,Never stopping,Just thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306894/  He gazes out of the window,The gray and white world stretched out before him.A noisy place, filled with people who are busy getting nowhere.He sighs.He tastes the world with dry and withered lips,He has seen it all before.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SaraHelena/306891/