http://slow.writerscafe.org/zmsimone The original writings of author ScintellaCadence en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111446 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Not sure what this is supposed to be. Just something I wrote randomly in my sketch book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/2898376/ Blueish light has never seared my eye before. When I am awake with my eyes closed, usually a blurred orange is all I see. I do not understand whats going on, because I cannot blink, I cannot move at all. I have this weird sense of numbness, yet I can clearly feel the slight bump in my foot, the skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1447107/ I was told to writea freestyle poem for class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1416314/ Anger issues?What?With me those don't exist.My anger is calmits collective.It doesn't give to fricks about what you thinkWhy do you think its so evidently therewithout being so obvious?Can you sense those smoldering embers of my mood swinging its bucket round'filled with the seven sinsHitting y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1355167/ The song from your face is fast departingI want to say that "I apologize, I did not mean what I've done."No.I have nothing to atone about.I know that in the hands of society.It's laws state that it is wrong.I'm just flailing, hanging from the tips of society's fingers.To be really truthful...I meant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1354715/ I want to write a love letterTo the one who is not mineMy dreams we had are fastgoingawayFar, into the pits of my heart.I want to envelopemy arms aroundthe one who is not my loveThe one I thought I'd fallen foris only falling throughthe mirageof an idea.The holes in my heart.The one I need the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1354702/ So, this is actually a part of a project I'm doing for a class...so I thought, why not add it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1341821/ Just a personal part of my life, nothing big. Or important. It's just a random entry about relationships, and middle school life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1331214/ One year has passed with me writing absolutely NOTHING. Just zip. and its about time I came back, even with writing like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1331210/ I'm a beauty queencinnamonand honey skindark almond eyeswild bipolar hairand pouty pink lipsDo you think this is what I need?The sun don't shine without pretty raysburning you somehowthe flowersdon't smelllike honeywithout causing you to sneezebecause beauty always comes with a price  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1256663/ Call me an act of fatean accidenta lump of whatsleft over http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1233873/ follow me down to the gravesilk burned upin the field of greyi'm swallowed by the earthwhispered into the airand lost to the sunsoul wonders'Will I die to live again?'As it wonders the asphalt through the place it loved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1233872/     I see some light turn on, except its all red and orange, then I realize my eyes are closed."Mom! I'm sleeping...its the middle of summer vacation!" I whine, and scrunch my eyes tight, to block out some of the light. "Get up! It's two thirty three in the afternoon." She whips my co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1198065/    Ms. Carleta J. Andrews, looked anything but cute as a button now, oh sure, maybe a little bit cute, just... not so little anymore. Or button-like. Her hair grew into a shiny, roiling,orange river, and hung to her waist, and she usually had it in a fishtail braid. Her eyes were sti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1182084/ The Jar: I shift my fingers through the mason  jar. Touching the smooth soda-lime glass. Feeling the incidental scratches, so small, and rough, against my fingertips. The glass made everything fish-eyed, as I held it in my hand and glanced through the watery glass. The glass smelled like sand a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1182072/ A young woman named Meredith Green (not the best name)Goes around her community, looking for people who had,25 years ago, put there names in an old jar, buried in a park.Until a strange turn of events http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1182070/ This was a story I had to write in school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1174054/     I hook my right pointer finger through the loop of my jeans, and grimace. Kaisu looks like he's only contributing ten percent of concern for me. "Soooo, what's wrong?"I look at him, like just leave me alone."Er, yeah, you see, I've gotta go."Then as soon as he was about to leave h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1171077/ kiss my red scarswritten with a bladeacross my armand the streams of redhug my chestcause whats insideneeds it mostand thats what hurtswipe my tears with your cheekswe're so closethats how we meetwith butterfly kissescaress my hairand hold me closeI need it sodon't let me goI'm afraid if you dothat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1169946/ Last weekMonday I thinksomebody walked awaythey decided they wanted to go to another placeNot herenot anywherenowhere.they didn't know where they were goingI mean do they have a compass or GPS to Nirvana?Or Heaven?Hell?where do people gowhen they decide to go to nowhere?Does the heart have a mapwrit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1169943/ my eyes burnwith incoming waterfallsof sea waterthey leave trails of fire on my eyesand my nose is congested with smokethe fire sizzles relentlesislyondestinedto kill the very lastslitherof dried uppainEats it awayso ironichow pain only makes me feel goodeven thoughmy eyes are all puffyand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1169942/ One step towards a rusty bike wheeland a pea on a plateup a green hilland an iron gatecan make you feel like Edwardscissor handsand his scissor handsOne step to the perfect sweetheartto that lovely shampoo hairto that berry peach tartand that fluffy eclaircan make you feel like a brok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1169923/ May 5, 2011Dear diary,    and isn't that how this should begin? My saga? I will not deter the fact that this is just a reconciliation of what has happened.      It all began on a breezy day when trees shook water from last night's shower, and little worms of d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1164024/ Don’tAn occasional pounda fallenno soundDon’t look aroundA grove of treesA hollow loud starsWatch your backDon’t get hurtget smiteno look up not downDon’t get lostsea shellsit costsparallel linesDon’t do thatDon’t do thisDon’t fall downDon’t get upStay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1156137/ So, yeah. I'm curious as to what ever this place is. With the name flashing in my mind, and the lingering scent, I tromp up to the old door that matched the hanging sign. "Should I knock?" I wondered aloud. Kaisu did a flipping motion with his hair. "Why not just open it!"I shrugged and turned the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1155081/ Avigail Stone is a girl with a deep wisdom but a girl that fades into the background. A face among others. She has a date with destiny among many as well. Avigail tries her best to stay strong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1155078/ Avigail Stone is a girl with a deep wisdom but a girl that fades into the background. A face among others. She has a date with destiny among many as well. Avigail tries her best to stay strong with he http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1150387/ Its incomplete and short, but the beginning seems to be going well http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1139523/ a girl tries to understand herself on a cold winter day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zmsimone/1139454/