http://slow.writerscafe.org/lesmartius The original writings of author Marc en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109950 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Marc n'aime pas....les gens impolis et grossiers les journées stressante des erreurs de grammaire dans les nouvellesMarc aime....les jours de pluie brumeuxune cuisine propre et bien organisédes lettres d'amour écrites à la main http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1808873/ Hate me if you have toLove me if you wantDance your silly danceDrink your plasma wineYou're not fooling anyoneI can see through your veilI'm getting off this carouselPlay your childish gamesUnder your big top tentleave me out of it I'm no longer colourblind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1593187/ Diminishing tide Going out to seaSeaweedSeashellsFor the gullsSalt water airRushing to the shoreSun scattered by cloudsSetting Through hues of orangeLong day over Waiting to be renewedThe shore awaits http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1592538/ Listen...Can she hearMy whispers in her earWhile she sleepsWorlds awayWhere Puffins playOn their island paradiseAs the summer windEases in from the seaTo cool the evening air Hush...Don't get lost Sand is just tiny rocks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1582502/ Steam rising from the windowIt's not yet breakfastYesterday's sweatLingers in the airDry and saltyAnother earth cracking dayWeeks without rainSunburnt before noonSuffering plants, roots searchingFor what's not thereDusty dryThe soil cracks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1581927/ Cold cheeksColder with the windArctic chillBlowing across the fieldsDrifting snowMoving fasterFaster towards the tree-lineAt the edge of the fieldWhere snowmen standGuarding us from intrudersBut they can't stop the snowBlowing past in a rushBy the freezing breeze http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1311233/ FallingDeeperDeeperColdColdColder than beforeColder than snowColder than iceDeeperBlue turns to greyTurns to blackLightly disappearsBecoming heavyFasterFasterThe bubbles escapeSurrounded byCold, cold water http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1305568/ Listen while hearing nothingGlueless, no nails or screwsYet stuck togetherIn a world that's slowly crumblingPowerless against its fallIt's nobody's faultThat's just the way things areThe way they have to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1304934/ SometimesWhen the sun setsIn its basket of coloursI miss the sound of rainFalling on the rooftopAnd dripping on the leavesOf the maple treeThat sits peacefullyOutside my bedroom windowRuffled only by a passing breezeShaking only when stirred When a raccoonWearing his thieving.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1212966/ The water's goneRecedingBack to the oceanWhere it belongsThose long lonely days are overOn the sandy beachWarmed by the sunLays a marooned beach towelBeside a smouldering fire pit Remnants of last night's partyLittle white bunniesDancing in the airTickling the thoughts Fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1202002/ The day faded awayLike a long summer sunsetFirst it was morningFresh coffeeCool breezeSinging birdsThen came lunchGreen garden saladA picnic tableSunshineThe afternoon raced byBusiness meetingsCoffee at twoRush hour trafficAnd then it was suppertimeA tossed saladRaw j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1186490/ I saw you tonightYour chocolate chestnut hairNatural ringlets shining in the sunHazel eyes, memorizing Checks flushed like red rosesWith lips that taste DevineOr so I recallSmooth soft skinWith a fading hint of a tanTantalizing to touchBut I can't anymoreI saw you tonightAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1181131/ Missing you on a night like thisRain....Gently falling on the skylightWind softly whistlingThrough the patio door That's been left ajarFrom the day 's routine activitiesDried leaves from last fallRustling against the fenceDancing in a circle swayUntil the weight of the wet rain's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1174541/ Do I snore, you askI don't know, I answerAs I'm not awake when I'm asleepBut I'm often asleep when I'm awakeExcept latelyAs you woke me upNow I hear the birdsI can smell the flowersAnd feel the windOf the cool morning airRefreshingly brush across my faceAs I recall our convers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1163779/ A single picnic tableSits along the breakwaterThieves Bay, Pender IslandSunshine has broken throughThe morning cloudsIt's warm rays dissipating puddlesLeft behind from the evening's rainFerries and sailboats drift byOblivious to my existenceFloating onwardTo where rainbows endL.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1162758/ Lights are outIn this lonely roomThe sound of garden stateRinging in my earsDarkness surroundsThe sleepless slumberWarm almond milkTo ease the painOf weary eyesAnd tired feetExhaustedYet still awakeHeavy eyed Memorized By thoughts of TohmaytohsLavender And Eggplan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1162578/ Simple docile rainTumbling towards cedar railingsLemmings to the salty groundA lonely faceIn a crowded roomLonging to hear your voiceWanting to danceIn the midnight moonlightRoused by the sight Of a silhouetteCasting shadows on the wallChanging timeChanging placesA taste of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1162552/ Missing our talks tonightMissing your sweet whispers tooFind that darn voodoo dollAnd pass it on to me So I can rub your backAnd tickle your feetJust to hear you laughI promise not to touch your tummyAnd I'll cuddle it like a pillowuntil I hear the restful breathing of your s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1161442/ il est trois heures du matinje ne peux pas dormirje pense a vous sans cesseJe suis en attente d'être avec vousj'attends avec impatiencele moment où je peux regarderprofondément dans vos yeuxoù je vois le passéle presentla futurej'attends av.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1158748/ Take this manAnd break him into a puppyRepress his desiresTeach him to embrace your limitsAnd engage in your directionsForeplay sans flirtationIs not the French wayBut seems like the English wayAnd not much funTrain your puppy to repress his passionsUntil he's silently screaming.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1156666/ Take me to your palaceWhere quilts are madeWith fabric weaved by timeRest your weary head on my lapAs we ponder life's adventuresThat are stranger than fictionLet me brush your soft hairWith my fingertipsUntil gentile whispers share the nightAs we fall asleep Embraced in warm dre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1154948/ Silence ....The sound of gentle rainDancing on the rooftopEnhancing the quiet conversation Sweet whispers fogging the windows The ravenous intimacy without touchThe closeness of twoThe sharing of soulsA longing to beYet with a despairing heartI watched you leaveWith that black .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1153873/ Does she think of meLike I think of herThroughout the busy dayHer gentile whisperWhistling in my memoriesWarming my heartWarming my soulGiving me a smile Which can only fadeSlowly....like a sunsetIt's yellow glowFading to a purple hue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1153625/ Thick fogDenser than moonlightMasks the darknessThat hides the daySurrounds the statuesThat are standing in the parkEager to runEager to flyAnd break free from the chainsThat bind them to the stillnessLifeless wonderThat eats your soul.....I'm tired Sleeping does that to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1150548/ Read me your poetryAs we sit by the dying fireThe embers glowing like distant city lightsWere flames once dancedTo the crackle of it's songFed by wine and conversationTell me more about yourselfInclude me in your dreamsOf things to comeTake me away to Paris cafes Where words drif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1148869/ Is it time for the garden to grow?The soil has arrivedBut the boxes are emptyThe days are getting longerYet the air is still coolDaffodils are shiningTulips want to burst Still the soil is too dampAnd it's too early to grow eggplants http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1148523/ Does she singI mean....Can she singLike the songs I hear When thoughts of herDance inside my mindCan she carry a noteLike a songbird near a brookFlowing, dancing to the streamThat leads to the pondWhere I used to play as a childAnd where I now sit To watch the fish swim And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1146816/ I wonder how she kissesIs her kiss soft and gentileDoes she kiss closed mouth tightOpen mouth wetOr somewhere in betweenDoes she kiss with some tongueNo tongueAll tongueDoes she kiss with her heartWith her soulOr just her lipsDoes her kiss taste like tangerinesCesar saladOr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1146360/ WhiteLike a snow flakeFalling from the skyWas the colour of his faceAs he stumbled towards the pavementFrom the top of the parking complex http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1145798/ What, out of orderBut I really have to goI guess it'll wait http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1144542/ Gathering to the troughInedible scraps of conversation Babbling but saying nothing Just talking about workNo one listens No one cares"I did this" "I did that"A smileA nod"my alarm clock is broken"A head shakeA shrug "Did you hear about..."Blank distant staresOn today's me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1144472/ Your voiceSings inside my thoughtsLike a songbird Touching my heartTouching my soulGiving me shiversFrom the likness that you shareI embrace your soft featuresThe intensity of your camelion eyes The warm touch of your gentil handAddressing meUndressing meTake me to your l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1143741/ The food is yuckyTo eat it I'm not luckyReal Indigestion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1143537/ Tomorrow morningI shall board the early morning ferryThe buzz of tires on the metal grateThe ramp that leads to the holdsDirections here, stop there, a little closer nowThe early morning breezeGently kissing the dawning sun off the port bowWalk the decks, the smell of salt chasing the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1142978/ My feet moveTrudgingly to the mirrorThud after thud Slide smooth strideCome hither it slitheredLook at meLook at MELOOK at ME http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1142031/ Je t'offre un cafe. Non tout simplement le boissonMais l'experience....Un jour de printemps ensoleilléles arbres...les fleurs...les oiseaux...et les abeilles sont en fleursTu es la, au cafe terreste avec un amiVous bavardez des petit conerieDes gros sourireDes grimace di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1141044/ rain is falling hardDark night is getting colderMy bed is comfy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1140999/ Les soir on se parleLes journee de gros bonheureJ'ai penser a toi. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1140998/ The morning light filters through the window and bounces off the sheets Birds salute the breaking dawnFresh dreams dancing in my mindI think of you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lesmartius/1140903/