http://slow.writerscafe.org/lamaz1928 The original writings of author LlamaLord en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009788 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 New ideas and also some new feelings. All of which seem to be finding a home in my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/2828590/ This poem is about me and my journey to be happy. I am currently going through frequent delusions and I hear voices / have conversations with objects from my exposure to narcotics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/2774043/ A poem about the love of my life and how she never fails to find the best in me. Wrote this right before bed on a rainy, not so rainy night. Thankful for her love and support, always! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/2767613/ Something I wrote about the love of my life. Wrote this in fifteen minutes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/2763255/ Had some inspiration, back into writing again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/2085354/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/1479899/ Poem about how powerful love can be, both good and bad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/1415709/ Finding love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/1382292/ A poem to and about our special little girl who is coming very soon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/1120851/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/952688/ A piece I wrote one night while my baby was gone. It was written for for her and about her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/877833/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/810383/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/778987/ The places love will take you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/767134/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/738578/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/738571/ Wrote this about a very special girl on a very late night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/691043/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/674610/ A poem about what I (currently) think about when I walk around at night by myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/662478/ Poem about gettin blazed in the night time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/650668/ Wrote some journals, now I'm back to writin poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/648675/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/638334/ About many experiences I've had, almost combined into one memory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/633469/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/621383/ Piece written about a new-found love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/621362/ About drug addiction and also the need for love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/613658/ A poem about addictions and how they are able to affect certain aspects of each others lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/585928/ A poem about breaking addictions and getting out of old habits. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/573753/ A poem about a drug addiction and also an addiction with love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/573051/ A story about lost love and trying to regain that love through death (or however you choose to interpret it). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/570543/ A story about my ability to grant others pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/548736/ A piece about the relation to broken hearts and jig-saw puzzles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/534562/ A story about a high-school students encounter with the average high-school stress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/511097/ a poem about whether or not to doubt love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/500927/ A poem written about the times spent in car, living in a teenagers shoes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/491004/ This poem is about what we do not see in physical substances that truly harm us. Addictions, substance abuse, etc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/479036/ A poem about ones' addiction to prescription pills. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/465196/ thought I'd change from "depressing subjects", to something a bit more happy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/460396/ A piece with many indirect/direct meanings to it. Very personal and extremely 'close-to-home'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/458847/ This may be a little confusing. It has more personal value than an actual meaning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/456451/ Describes what an addiction with pills is like http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/453454/ The story of one of my sister's relations with a boyfriend, as well as my own perspective on it. Unfortunately, he passed several years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/443412/ the picture actually holds a very personal meaning. the line... "Because I'm clutching the only thing I have left" refers to the stuffed sheep in the picture. it comforts me when i hold it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/430574/ Smooth sailing is for the righteous and rough seas are for the damned.Karma existing, but so high in demand. It is evenly given out hand by hand.Love given hand in hand, soon to be broken by the inhumanity of a single man.Once a love buried in the dirt. Uncovered to reveal nothing but topsoi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/424989/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/417272/ possibly my most well-written piece.. touches the heart (for me) right where it shouldnt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/409831/ somethin for someone :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/408424/ RIP 420 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/402826/ Now I dont care what you think or how your words flow.From your lips, you, yourself taste bitterness. Throw it out the window.Get rid of the trash you know and start off new,with something religious or maybe something original, coming from you.How about Love? How about the true willingness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/399706/ These orange bits of concentrated chemicals give me hope.That some day when my world comes tumbling down, I won't turn back to dope."The never ending drug", some call it. Its reassurance is nothing compared to death.You take another bud only to finish wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lamaz1928/391758/