http://slow.writerscafe.org/serenaclara The original writings of author Serena Clara en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002095 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is basically about how bonds between people seem stronger in certain situations, locations and intoxications. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1334612/ Observing himmovements,I hear music throughthe walls.Staring eyes into eyes,as we are the same andhe's haunted me before.In fantasy granted;then he was worse.Melodies intertwinewith its breathing.Soft pulses that gatherand expand with the air of knowingwith the stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1218660/ I saw Us on the train today.You and I.Almost a year past the events that put us there.She looked at his melting eyes,not unnerved, just ignorant.She mouthed words of comfort... or confrontation;It was difficult to tell.Sporadic, clean tears neatly don her face,as she sees the steaper road ahead.Mean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1203795/ They hold each other.Said to Send me home?Twisting Slyly, Subtly, Smoothly.To Shake off the dangers prone?But Still I'm bitten.But their eyes only laugh and hold their own.Im bruised, I'm Sliced, I'm Scarred.They Surely know what's Surely unknown.I Stand in Shock.For it was not they who mocked me.I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1133856/ He knew so little when he fed me a final drop.It was Poison and it fished me off.From then on, the rules of the Game seemed to relay me,troubleand ever betray me.Then I met One that fell to the sourness of love.It was I.And he said:"Do not fear me, but I will bring more than love;Sweet Sympathy.I wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1126568/ Hopefully going to turn these into lyrics soon. please tell me what ou think as its a work in progress and i would appreciate the crit :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1117643/ Hello,It's good to meet you.Yes, I have seen the guts and spills of all you entail,but i have not met you yet.I have never known you this way.I would like to, but my shoulders creak with shadows,pierced with light and loving faces;understanding that they are angels.Wishing we could meet them again.B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1115689/ Dedicated to my big brother! He is 'the land' the sturdy rock as it were. But now i see a whole other side to him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1112860/ A re-writing of the Emily Dickinson poem "My Life had stood a loaded gun" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1112746/ Then I hear another pair of footsteps join me.They play games in the echoed space;As if dancing.We are only walking.These footsteps know me.These footsteps own me.Perhaps more than i do myself.That scares me.But trust me, i trust them.The dancing stops, the echo's collidethen bound together in every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1112739/ Now I know why they warned my not to parade the night.Not for the danger, but for the eerie ability of sight.I walk with it.I walk with nothing but the echo's of my feet,Bouncing.Wall to Wall.Cold stone floor to Forever sky.I walk below it.There sits the moon,casting shadows.A rainbow parts rowdy cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1112738/ Farewell to the long lost girl,Shes leaving this forlorn world.Her heart was broken,her mind full up.So long to her warm hands,she's worn from this frozen land.Oh how she aches for a home sky's rest.Farewell to her beating heart,for it was cursed before the start,for her truly to see that there's no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1112733/ What a foreign yet familiar feeling curses it; -given life of it's own before it is spat out. Deserving of a privilege at one time, stripped bare at the next...   What hot shivering makes it dance so solemnly? Thrown out from prosperity before it barely reaps. P.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/serenaclara/1112727/