http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vei The original writings of author Vei en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034288 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Today she was cherry blossom.  Cherry blossom was safe, comfortable...not necessarily comforting...but it was not yet tied to anything.  No memory was conjured as it wafted in the air, clinging to her clothes, hair, and skin.  No, it was not like lavender.  Lavendar could be no m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/504211/ About several things happened simultaneously that week, proving that all it takes are the right ingredients to awaken terror from it’s slumber. Vanity, anger, self-hate, just to name some, came coursing through my veins, in just the right doses. Maybe it started with one leading to the next .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/482070/ not for anyone's reading pleasure at the moment just notes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/478815/  ...i am in layers and i refuse to remain in the same shell, moment to moment.  we all change our appearance, our stance, our ability or inability to rationalize a view point, we all change and are never the same.  think on a decade before...is it in memory that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/430077/ We all entered this world in such a way our first screams were for loss it seems as we were bred for hate intentional or not, our last screams will be too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/406930/ she has entered the room his eyes turn to her, the impending "doom" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/401163/ This is not who I am this creature with the fork in hand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/400483/ We are automatons growing colder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/400003/ We'll lay on the warm grass and eat oranges in the sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/397826/ a woman remembers a dark past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/397430/ A lot can be translated in a single glance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/397364/ A story within a poem...a young girl wants to show her feelings for a guy she is in love with, so she sets out to write him a myriad of poems...but as with many stories of love at this age it is unreturned and instead she finds criticism and her feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/397312/ searching for a place to goa feeling soft as falling snowwarm as an embracefamiliar as a friendlyface amongst the impassive crowdsearching for that nameless somethingalways just beyond our reachautonomy for the oppressed...euphoria for the depressed....satiety for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/396532/ I am a fool. I reached out to touch the tree of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/395595/ Light was fading fast and the snow kept falling like ashes from the sky.  She walked up the concrete steps, turned her head to the left to catch her reflection against the darkened window.  She did this out of habit.  Then sighing, she reached for her keys and unlocked the door.Insi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vei/395228/