http://slow.writerscafe.org/FarrahGrahm The original writings of author Farrah Grahm en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985174 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I knew I knew when I let the tears fall as I sat in front of someone I lovedThinking, there's nothing wrong with this leakage.I had watched her cry, I'd held her, and stayed strong for herThen I told her my story, and for the first time since I let that red roseFall six feet belowThe smile I wore to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/546897/ I think I love himMy heart skips a beat when his hands slip slowly across my skin. I shiver when I'm away from him, seperated by inches, and am still when he embraces me. i thought I loved him.Or maybe it was just circumstance. He fell into my life and never quite found his way out agian. I on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/472317/ Chanting incantations, temperedBrow looking to the sky for thePromised rain. Blinking,Expectations for mother earth toLet the milk fall from herSwollen bossom. Frozen joints andStill but actively moving. He isPushing, digging, and burying theMemories. He will forget his travels,The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/451082/ This thing that you call loveIt tears me up insideIt fools my heart into thinking I need youAnd you're necessary for life But my heart has never thought that wayIt has always pumped on it s ownIt could self mend once brokenIt could make any place a home Now when it sens.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/451076/ There's a street somewhere, in or out of townPast a house that no one seesWith a door that everyone enters and exitsBut they never leave their prints. See this street is real importantNot the house, and not the door,But it always goes unnoticedThough its traveled all the time... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/439616/ This is a small part of something much larger, some background information on the death of one of the protagonist's mothers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/389249/ A man battling with his own sanity decides that to calm himself, attempts to make an impact on society if in the smallest way possible. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/389217/ I wrote this in a history class. I usually don't post assignments, but I figure, what the hell? I wrote it two years ago, of course, within hours of it due date, so it's not that great. We were asked to explain the destruction at Roanoke, and the mysterio http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/382272/ Soft, Sweet, Parisian stranger.You're the late night dreamWomen have as the generate heatYour tongue rolls over my nameAnd then slowly, carefully, falls on my lips.You stare so intently into my soulYou can see inside of meYou recount the thoughts you find there,The ones I never wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/380358/ Pity them allThey cough and forgetIt’s raining outsideBut they remain dryPity them allIt’s sad you seeThey’re opening their mouthsAll agape for meI tried to explainIn the calmest of wordsMy blade is my recordMy mission absurdBut a mission all the sameTo en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/380297/ Honestly, in factI could go on for daysAbout brains, and cigarettes, and boozeAnd windows and the fists that shatter themAbout deer heads on walls, and garage doorsAnd fights and rants and garbage bagsBut need not worry, you don’t want to hear itAnd I won’t deliverNor w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/380295/ I wrote this under my covers, while still a little inebriated, just going over the happenings over the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/379346/ Sometimes, it just doesn't mean as much as it should. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/377979/ A young woman raised in isolation learns what it means to fall in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/375695/ We were sitting still. She asked me how long I thought it would take before we got there. I asked her where she meant. She said nowhere.I said, no time at all.In fact, I said. We’re already headed there, fast. In fact, I added. This time earning  a weird look from her. We’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/373950/ I've been experiencing....a sense of lost.I've been hearing...nothing.I've been walking...with no aim.I've been experiencing....experience.I've been forgetting you.Instead...I remember him.I've been feeling...remorse? guilt? shame?As he touched me I thought...your fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/373904/ FrustratedFrustrationI'm always trying to run to betterAnd once I get thereI've still to run to bestFrustratedWhen I'm doing my best to make itAnd once I've made itI've still to make something elseFrustrates me I've want all that I've wantedOnce I've got it allCan't hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/373359/ In this haze from a long burning forest fireStep out of my refuge and into the smokeSquint my stinging eyes and look aheadMoss is growing on the wrong side of the treesBirds are flying north for the summerCats are nesting in the treetopsSomething is terribly, terribly wrongClimb in m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/373337/ Excerpt from near the end of the book. At this point. Ilyana has endured many hypnosis sessions, as she works to dig up the reticent memories from her past. Now, it's most important, because her daughter has been kidnapped, and she and her husband both ar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/372302/ Preface    There was no twilight above her and no moon, only darkness. The air was still and silent. It seemed the world had stopped. Maybe it had ended. Maybe it had been pulled from underneath her, and in the absence of ground, she’d fallen onto the lands of a new, strange.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/372285/ The title is tentative. Teaser for a book nearing the publication phase. A young woman struggles to maintain a family and a successful marriage while dealing with the emotional effects of the suppressed horrors that haunt her past. When Ilyana Bernard's http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FarrahGrahm/372283/