http://slow.writerscafe.org/Elissa The original writings of author frnd en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027390 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Are the few highs worth so many lows?Are the sweet words worth all the blows?Blows to my heart, my hope, and my whole. Blows that leave me wounded in my soul. How can the hand of caress treat me with such negligence?You don't know, don't realize, don't see or feel. But I do. I do. I do. I yearn to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/623218/ She sits amongst her hopes and dreamsonly to realize that some things are not meant to be. Wishing and wanting, glazed and believing. Phantom images dance with her through lifeguiding her gently through all the strife. Who can show her the strings attached? The lies and schemes behind the smiles. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/590976/ I think I like you.      maybe-yesYou're a unique individual whose eyes are not blue. Your hair is constantly~slightly a mess, Oh how badly I want to run my fingers through; pulling and tugging, rubbing and rubbing. Mmmmm... the thought of seeing you in less, my fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/417781/ What makes a shape?Lines connected in various patterns: criss crossed, dotted, entwinedor alone, all of these, all of everything; never alone, never together, myself or yourself, hisself or whom? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/417777/  Come in, come in, my dearest friend!It is warm and cheery by the fire within. Come in, come in,  from the elements blend;  from those that would end before they begin.  Come in, come in,  Life without horrors trend!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/417775/ To love, or not to love; that is the question. Whether tis more prudent to lock awayfeelings, emotions, hopes and fears, to stay saneby not following the heart strings violenttugs. Yet, is that not a madness in andof itself? Can you lead with your head, turning the bitter-sweet, pumping .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/417774/ See if you can guess what it is I am writing about. Hint: I was really happy when I wrote this! -_-! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/396922/ Confusing emotions can blind you to the truth of someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/396911/ I don't like this place.It closes me in, containing What I would show as my face. When you hold me, I am safe in your embrace.Yet, you can't ever hold me enough to supress my straining.I don't like this place. So tangled in a frantic race!It must be entertaining,What I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/396907/ Fear is a slithering snake. Fear preys upon your worries, No matter how fake. Fear comes at you in flurries Poisoning all thoughts, Numbing all pain.It crawls slowly up your body, Coiling cooly about your neck and head. It makes itself your closest friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/396019/ Dew falls gently on the grass.It comes every morning, As shure as the last, And fades awayWith the coming of day. Tiny round beadsGreet my dirty kneesAs I collapse into Its wet embrace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/396018/ Leavesslideslowly,smoothly,downdowndowntothecold, cool,contemptuousground. The earth holds tightly to all she can graspNever letting go of the things that have come to pass. SecretsSecrete, Sever,RelationshipsLove,Lost, LingersIn the permeable air. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/396016/  I am something that others may throw away.  Uncared for, I am closedOff and slowly turn gray.  To love I have never been exposed.  A world of me is all I know,   Where no one else has thought to impose. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/396015/ SUN rays shine gaily through the blinds, Tantalizing MY eyes, Burning brightly THROUGH the falsehoodsWhich I truly DESPISE. How can something so sweet and PUREREVEAL snakes in their bedWho live as they feed upon FEARSTHAT are real in my head? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/396014/ Love is a phoenix.It always starts from the ashes of One that has fallen, died, burned.Winds lightly swirl the ashes, Tentatively asking for more,             A new beginning,          &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Elissa/396012/