http://slow.writerscafe.org/cHaRlIe0411 The original writings of author Charlène Boutin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043733 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Remain still in my sphere... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1296227/ This is a prose-poetry work that came to me when thinking back of a fitful night filled with the strangest dreams... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1277089/ Tell me what you think matters most,What enwraps your heart with desire toLive and to jump up and down and toLearn even more of what you didn'tKnow.Tell me your story,Give me a recount of what brought you here and whatHas woven you to appear just this way,In front of my eyes,What I see is a mere she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1252783/ This story is a fanfiction of the indie game Terraria. The characters are my own, but the story world and setting is heavily inspired from the game. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1244977/ A normalcy we tend to take for granted... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1243424/ Written as the winter starts to drape its arms around us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1243421/ Please just let it be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1181687/ Hold me, my love, as everything crumbles... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1151428/ Something beautifulSomething beyond my ray of hopeWhat has been lostHas been returned to me.Oh, how I cry of hopeWhere before I screamed in despairAnd the cureBefore my face all this time,Beckoning me to indulge,I should have listened.Now I bathe in it,Naked in my own silence,Dipped in gold throughT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1139092/ This is kind of a free write. It may be boring, or melodramatic, to some. But it is quite personal, and it is honest and straight from me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1136268/ A free write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1136254/ :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1129351/ My Jérémy.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1128138/ For you, my beloved sister... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1126051/ The numbness of the skinAfter a fire has burned throughAfter the winds have turned aroundIt stings more than any painUnconditional loveRipped through to the edgesAnd rotten, falling awayBy despicable hateQuestions, questions,Like lashes in my skinBleeding upon the pastThese will never heal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1124914/ There is a hidden layer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1124289/ There are lights here and there, beyondThe realm of what they say is true,These are lights so soft and so pureUntainted by this spilled ink thatSomeday someone tipped over.Light, beautiful, untouchableOh what I would giveTo touch them again,Bathe in that warm light againAnd be lost in its eternal go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1124284/ Things will never again be the same... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/1124252/ The walls are closing in around me.It squeezes, kills, eats me inside.Can't breathe, can't speak,Can only give in to the power... The power of that presence overcoming me.It presses against my heart and makes me sweatIt is a threatAgainst my sanity. Right now it is stin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/550145/ Another song I wrote describing the way I see my life right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/531462/ This is a song that I wrote when I fell in love again, before I knew the truth about men. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/531456/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/526213/ A poem I wrote on my lunch break at work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/526212/ The path had lain before me, forking two separate ways; more separate than this road had ever been before. Every side had beckoned me in its own way, lulling me into its fatal tunnels. Yet,  I had not known where to go next.Of course, an unexpected gust of wind made the decision simpler.It .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/511541/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/505941/ This is more of a song than a poem; I do sing it and all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/502919/ The mist is thick and darkMy confusion it marksWaving my hands blindinglyClearly,I cannot seeFor I need a guiding handTo once again reach my landYet my hand throbs stillFrom the fire that has burnt it crispDon't know if I have the willTo walk alone through the mistWho shall hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/502912/ A monologue from a girl who was dying inside and who was saved... by Memphrey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/440211/ Another one of my French-English poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/432107/ The story of how I met my love, Yanick.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/401985/ Lost in the endless whirl of my mindPartly locked away from all mankindThe world around me is nothing but a blurrThe essence of reality seems only absurb Life is nothing but a buzz against my dreamy earsThe light is unseen for my mind as I escape my fearsI lose myself in the darkn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/401983/ Thoughts I wrote out during math class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/401982/ This is what I picture when I imagine myself in his arms... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/401979/ The prairy is silent and still... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/394757/ It was hard to write, but with love as inspiration, it was easier. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/389840/ It hurts to be away, even for just a minute. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/386399/ :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/386395/ All the words I could find to describe him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/382910/ I find name poems tough, but I'd write anything for Yanick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/382901/ Taken from my love, my new source of inspiration... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/382898/ A youth's life is an apple... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/376188/ There is only one way of not being heartbroken... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/374097/ I wrote this today, and I made the translation after typing it up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/370849/ I wrote this when I was angry and had temptations that I would never dare satisfy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/370846/ When it comes to love, words don't matter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/370414/ This is a dedication to the friends I have been separated from; although we are far away, they will remain in my heart forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/369503/ It was not a dream... yet she wishes it had been. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/368540/ Write your own future... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/367664/ A short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/365757/ À Mon Amour, The fields of war and hatred have torn us apartI freeze without the comfort of your fingers around my heartJe me meurt, car j'ai faim de ton âmeDe ton essence, de ton coeur, de ta flâmeYour rugged skin like a blanket for my soulYour forest green eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cHaRlIe0411/365750/