http://slow.writerscafe.org/LeonaP The original writings of author Lucy Joan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057372 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I sat in my little corner at the coffee shop, spectating the colorful current on the streets, I began to wonder what the world would be like if pedestrians no longer existed. How people could look at a million faces in their lifetime, but not really see or remember, perhaps they don't even care. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/1516435/ Iam. Barely awake to the orange rays streaming through plastic blinds, I liestill for another half hour, staring but unseeing, swaddled by thick blanketsbut numb to their feathery warmth. The birds are silent, not that I noticed forthey never sang before the dogs have stirred. With a blink o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/1516430/ For my boyfriend (who normally writes me the poems) on our anniversary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/1511833/ Over and under, the dandelions flewRacing the wind, which blewAgainst you, who followed their danceAnd led you to prance, intoA bed of two lips, withered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/1511130/ Could've, would've, should'veWere once her favorite words.Left the trash she could haveIn the bin she would have,But on the streets where she retreats,Was a mess to clean she should have.She wouldn't, now she couldn'tHelp a boy who lay, abash,From a crash into the trashAnd now, com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/1511127/ A story I wrote for a national writing competition hosted by a college in Texas. The theme was "More Than Words." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/1503526/ Midnight musings of yours truly... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/1033188/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/1000263/ Cold wind howled against the trees, biting into the pale face of Warren Hughes. With his heightened senses, he could hear almost everything-- the tiny droplets of water that rolled out of flower petals and into the soil as dew, the rustling... of leaves when the wind blew, and the quiet rush of wate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/975652/ A person is born breathing the first breathe of life.One, there is the beginning. There is always a beginning.The first minute of the day, the first raw intake of air satisfying the burning ache for familiarity and comfort. She is not born, she is not created, for she is alwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/970876/ May 23, 2016 A bright light flashed suddenly against the dark walls of the room. It was empty, save for the short, stout man who sat patiently across from Sydney Watters.  His uniform immediately told her that he was a police officer, but it didn’t intimidate her in the least.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/929274/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/929273/ There once was a bridge in Amsterdam. You stood at the edge of the bridge and held a rope, so that I might climb to you. This rope, was called Love. Love was made out of selfless strings, and it was made so that it was strong enough to hold two people. Some days, I grew tired of climbing be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/929165/ Dear Love,These are the lessons I have learned under your glorious tutelage:An hour feels like an eternity. Distance is harder to swallow than a rock. There’s a game named after you. Getting to know you is a waste of soul. You hurt worse than mutilation. Memory is an enemy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/885640/ I came here today after about four months away from this site, and decided that I might try my hand at lyrics. It's the closest thing in the world to poetry, really. So really, I'm going to write all my frustration, joy, loss, gains, and everything that makes me want to explode at this moment, and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/846660/ Chapter 1: Big Surprises  "Oh, you're going to look so beautiful, Ari!" My best friend squealed. An anxious groan escaped my newly glossed lips, as Sammy took the liberty of lifting my eye lids, and began a careful stroking on my lashes with a God-awful thick mascara. "Jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/767910/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/764686/ Written specifically for a contest. I didn't really have the inspiration to write it, so I'm sure the flow and satire was defective here x) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/672481/ Part 2: The winter or winters plague the earth; creatures of all kinds beset the lands; It is the beginning of Ragnarok. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/567264/ Part 1: Odin visits the High, King of the Hall about the goddes Iounn and the death of Fenrir. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/567257/ 5 years later.       Waiting. Just waiting. It has been five years since I’d last seen Jared. My heart broke the last fifty-four months, but I had never left the lighthouse. He was true to his promise, though. Every week I would receive his letter, including his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/560927/ 5 years earlier.      I closed my eyes, letting the cool ocean breeze blow against my face. I heard the waves crashing in a rhythmic pattern; the seagulls cawing as they gathered in flocks and landed on the shores below. The smell of the sea was inviting and salty, but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/560923/ Dedicated to the marines all over the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/560920/ Again, a totally random poem, that just came to me one day. Though it is simple, I hope the meaning is deep and thoughtful... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/560018/ It came to me so randomly one day, but I thought it would go perfectly for one of my contests. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/560009/ Ragnarok which means the end of the cosmos in Norse mythology is translated as "Doom of the Gods". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/553804/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/549313/ This is based on a real dream of mine about my own grandmother, the night of or the night after her death (I can't remember; so I wrote it in short story form before I lost the memory completely). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/539531/ I hope people can see the allusion of my poem to the title X) but i think i made it too dramatic and incomprehensible.. ^^; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/465990/ I just happened to come across a website full of quotes and I thought maybe you could be just as inspired as I was when I read them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/435044/ This must be my best poem so far..i think. But it's about the relationship between father and daughter- they lose each other at first, but begin to realize their mistakes and become a family again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/434102/ I guess this is the most simple poem i've ever written. It just surprised me because it came to me one day and I just kept writing it.. Thought its content is short and may prove meaningless to you, I hope you enjoy it anyways ^^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonaP/433694/