http://slow.writerscafe.org/rainydaze8010 The original writings of author Allison en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022629 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Deep within me,In the darkest crevices of my very being,There is a single ember.So little light, and so little warmth dare emanate forth.Tonight, I have felt a fire grow inside my veins, leaving bloodshot eyes and an emptiness so raw in its wake.A single ember found an endless supply of oxygenInto m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/1337504/ I want to write poems on your skin.I’ll use my mouth to trace syllables and allusions acrossyour chest,And chart a haiku down your spine.I want to make a novel of the freckles on your arms,I’ll tell a story of love and despair and happily everyafters.Let my finger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/1336482/ Dearest,Looked to the black night skyAnd receive the light that shines unto your porcelain skin.The stars burn furiously so far off,But here they glow ever so softly, like the embers buried in my heart.Look no further, my love, for it is these very starsThat twinkle and shine for your existence alon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/1336476/ It's kind of funny, actually.I didn't exactly feel sorrow,   Or heartbreak.I just felt really, really empty.Half of what I was a momentBefore.Like I had just lost a part of   Myself      I was neverGoing to get back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/1324253/ Somewhere between the end of the warm, windy summerAnd the dark, brisk of the descending winter,You grew up and I grew young.Those warm summer winds dwindled as the days went by,And as weak as they may have been,They unknowingly lifted you up, up, up,Up out of my arms.Away, and away,You are there an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/1282696/ I think of this more as an essay rather than a story, but it was truly enjoyable to write, nonetheless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/1215620/ You look at me with eyes of purest stoneYour face is pale with no emotion nowYour skin, so grey with age and pain aloneYou’re cries are heard by those across the lough They listened to your whispers, so enticed.You spoke of dreams that swam in fantasyBut all was ruined by ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/695569/ She was a baby:Sweet like gum candy;Soft like bird’s feathers. She picked at pink blossoms,Laughing at beauty,With the voice of a thousand choirs. She was a child.She grew like pink blossoms,And flew with bird’s feathers. Her hands were workedLike.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/689027/ Upon the evening of a blighted summerMy feet paced along the streets of the city.Of wondering not, only finding the way to my lover.Of elegance, she was,And she had borne beauty that stretched a lifetime.Often, I should gaze into her eyes,Telling her tales of men who desired the lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/677203/ I can still see you standing there.I love you so much.You're eyes have tears in them.I never thought I would find you.You're body, trembling, ever so slightly.I had lost all hope. We were standing in that little cafe you liked so much.You're hair was shining in the sunlight,Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/640248/ This is a bit of a different style than what I usually write, but I cannot lie, I am proud of this little poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/639027/ How many times must we seeThe tortured souls of those, like me?We burned and screamed in painful fear,But there was no one left to hear.How much we wished there was a lifeThat wasn't stuck beneath the knife.No room to wave, no air to breath;For all we knew all life had ceased.Our lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/624796/ A poem I whipped up before Winter really does fall upon us. Enjoy :) Btw, can you guess what this poem is about? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/621313/ A story I whipped up for a contest. Enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/604007/ Go lay in the fieldAnd let the golden dawn wash over you.Listen to the sway of the yellow grass surrounding you. Let your thoughts dance around you,And watch as they create dreams of purple,Red, and blue. Reach into the ten thousand skies above you,And let the embrace of&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/600782/ In shadows is where we wait,And we sing this darkened songOf how we are so scared,And have been waiting for so long.      Put here by our own troubles,     By wrongs and stupid acts.     And when you're in a place like th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/588221/                                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/579798/ I am taking to death,Succumbing to my own demise.I am marching to the destruction of my soul.Marching.Marching...Marching with those who have fallen off the golden path, who have chosen this fateWe are alone in this place, connected by nothing but a thought,A thought that has take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/572120/ She sees herself in the ornate looking glass,Sees her icy blue lips,Frozen from words that have since been lost. She sees the pale sunlight reflect off her hair,Sees it glimmer with gold,Glowing with an intensity that proves archaic in age. She hears the breathing of her bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/545314/ Can you look at her in such a place?See something other than pain?Can you watch her scream and shoutAnd still believe she's sane?Can you hear her broken fragile voiceAnd listen to her cries?Her angers flows towards only youAnd all your twisted lies. Can you taste the betr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/536648/ To the one with violets laying in her lapSitting on a park bench with eyes of deep blue.The grass in front of her shines green with envy,Mocking her every grey move with a swish in the wind. The clouds above her float white in purity;They strain to listen to the rainbow of voices... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/535812/ A humorous little story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/530111/ A little story about the bonding of a daughter with her mother, who is experiencing her last moments. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/530098/ Deep down in the depths of my cloudy mindLay dreams that take me to far away places.The sky there is violet, and the sun shines darkness.The grass grows red and the people are shadows.But they welcome me there with greeting smiles,Pulling me in with the spark of their eyes.They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/530057/ Look into the moonlight.No, look into the moonlight.Gaze into it's pale brilliance.It's beauty is inexplicable... Much like yourself nowIn this supernatural masquerade.A waltz in the center,Followed by a ballad of spring buds.Or maybe winter gales. You're swept o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/515715/ It blows past you in a sweet little hurryWith amazingly vengeful and unctrolled fury.But soon enough, my friend, you'll seeHow it's stop by and stay for some tea.You sit and you talk and have some chit-chatAbout your mom and your life and the neighbors old cat.There will be lau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/515204/ I was in class one day and kinda scribbled this down on my homework, and after some hard editing, I decided to publish it here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/506996/ The burn in your throat it awards you The light headedness it gives you That free fall feeling that blows through you The bitterness as it bites you The excitement as it rushes into you The crispness as it slides in you That relief as it reanimat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/503574/ Inspired by Mart Luther King, Jr.'s "I Have A Dream" speech. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rainydaze8010/499192/