http://slow.writerscafe.org/IonaFaith The original writings of author IonaFaith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047031 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Frosted breath cools the steaming mugClutched, between your chipped-porcelain fingertipsAs we warm our fragile hearts on early morning smilesAnd memories of last night's bedroom-eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1272996/ I can only imagine the assignments we'll be set on the first day:"First Impressions"Pick a person in the room and write.So I'd pick up my pen and look around,Pretending I don't already know it's you.You caught my eye as soon as I walked in,For all the wrong reasons of course,But I can'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1244718/ Once, when I was young, I broke my arm the doctor called it a stress fracture. I always thought that was a silly name for it because stress couldn't cause that much pain, but oh god was I wrong! The pressure of work and school and responsibilities to friends and family and even perfect strangers in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1232228/ It's true what they say,In the middle of the night. I need you with me,To let me sleep right. The darkness she cries,Out loud all night long. I'll comfort her,Though I know it's all wrong. She talks only to me,When no one's around. And everyone else,Hears nothing but sound.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1226821/ Drain her blood and grind her bones;Squash her hopes and kill her dreams;Crush her heart and break her soul.Make sure you don't miss anyOf this stone cold little girl,Every last drop needs to go.Don't leave anything behind,The smallest piece could ruin us;Bring her back to wreak ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1222720/ I wrote this as I thought it at 3am, trying to make sense of what I was thinking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1219720/ Maybe these early hours of the morning were invented just for usThe dreamers and thinkers and creators of the worldWho need some quiet time to work on their masterpiecesI know I do, not that anything I have ever created could be called thatA masterpiece is almost impossible to create.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1215495/ It's the little things you miss:The looks and touches you share. The smells they leave behind,Lingering after they leave. The sound of their voiceSaying just what you need to hear. As time passes it gets harderTo remember the individual momentsAnd the days blur together,Leaving you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1213133/ This is the other of the two pieces I wrote for my friend with the flamenco http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1202108/ I was asked to write a section of a story including a flamenco for a friend, this is one of the two versions I created http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1202107/ "There you are!" he called when he came around the corner into my hiding place. F**k, now I need a new one. Again. "I've been looking everywhere for you, I thought you'd run off" that was the idea but I just smile and take his hand as he drags me back to the house. "What do you think you're play.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1200339/ Tall, shortFat, thinClever, stupidGay, straightBlack, whiteDifferentThey're all differentAnd that's what scares you. You don't recognise yourself In any of them,So you call them namesTorment them for being who they are.I wonder how many of those wordsThey would throw ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1200328/ There are so many places I don't want to be:This doctors office waiting room is a great example. It's quiet but not in a nice way and the air is thick,As though other people's sicknesses are still there;Clinging to the carpet fibres and chair legs,Floating through your lungs with each cycl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1198591/ She had the most hideously exquisite form,It made me fall into such a shallow love. Woefully easily tormented by the throws of passion. Her sublimely succulent lips dripped redAs though with blood,And the ridiculously embellished emeralds set into her eyesShone with a white hot rage. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1194868/ Stuff it inFast as you canDon't let them seeDisgusting pigWash it downChase it backFill the gapsRight to the topPush too farTake too muchGreedy whoreYou'll never stopPull it backOut it comesAll done nowThat's it, goneNever againThe last timeLies to yourselfNone of it trueAn addictionJust to get byMa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1194865/ If I'm quiet I can hear them through the wallsThe baby screaming for a mother with no patience,She's crying in another roomFather has walked out again, I heard the row earlier,They were shouting and screaming,Throwing plates and punchesShe'll have bruises tomorrow but everyone will agr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1190480/ A piece I wrote based on a series of photographs by a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1187228/ Your side of the bed is warm because I'm sleeping in it. It makes me feel closer to you, less alone. I miss you so desperately, I feel like my body could collapse in on itself because you took my heart with you when you left and without it the rest has fallen apart. I should know by now that yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1187227/ ShatteredBrokenTorn apartThat's what the words do Not good enoughWaste of spaceWhat's the point?That's what the thoughts are Get betterGet strongerGet well soonThat's what the people want Start overBe lovedBe beautifulThat's what I say Let's be happyLet's be togetherLet's be friendsThat's what we ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1176130/ I was given the word "sailing" as a prompt and this is where I went. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1168217/ There's a first time to smile,And a first time to frown.A first time to laughAnd a first time to cry. There's a first time to loseAnd a fist time to win. A first time to findAnd a first time to forget. There's a first time to hurtAnd a first time to heal. A first time to risk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1167383/ Pens are permanent, There is no room for mistakes,Everything has to be perfectFirst time aroundBut not with a pencil. Keep it behind your ear,Or chewed between your teeth?Maybe you're tapping against the desk,Drumming up inspirationWith a pencil. When an idea s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1166861/ Doodles and notes.Jotted down thoughts.Tattered pages,Dog eared corners,Ink stained fingers,Paint smudged faces:All importantMarks of a work,Still in progress.Inspiration. Pure genius. That's how we startTo work wondersAnd miraclesOut of nothingBut scattered d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1166860/ The oldest piece of work I still have http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1165547/ They send you letters through the postJust for you and no one elseNot to share or show aroundNo holiday memories on the back of cardsOr birthday messages in bright paper envelopesJust first class stamps, letterheads and watermarksThick brown packages tied up with stringAre for the peop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1163731/ When I'm all alone,And there's no one to hold me.When I cry myself to sleep,And there's no one beside me.When I want to scream,And there's no one to hear me.When I need them most,And they're not with me.When I want to end it all,And there's no one to save me.Then what?Who's to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1158709/ Too often I'm absent from my own mindI'm in my own little worldOr thinking about other peopleNo, not peopleJust one personJust youI wonder if I'm in your head everThat would explain why I'm missing from my own http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1157855/ I wanted to be everything for him Daddy's little girl His perfect princessI would get the grades I would not break the rules I would do what he said Then he left me All alone To face the big wide world Without him So I had to fend for myself I fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1156019/ One of the sexiest things in the world is a woman's back. The curve of her spine into her butt, the dimples at its base, the slope of her shoulders, the nip of her waist, the base of her neck, the hair falling across it all. It's beautiful and natural. The rise and fall with her breathing, so perfec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1152487/ Some days it's hard to breathe.Some days it's hard to open my eyes. Some days it's hard to move. Some days are hard. Some days it's better to sleep. Some days it's better to have friends. Some days it's better to talk. Some days it's better. Som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1148606/ I've always had a fascination with people. I remember being very young and sitting in cafe windows with my parents making up stories for the people passing by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1148223/ Frosted breath that tastes like stale cigarettes Rolled between numb fingers Under diamond stars and a pastel moon Or the false glow from the street lamp overhead Paper snowflakes flutter in the murky orange light Captured in the beam like the flecks of dust in sunlight All melt away wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1145850/ Just something I jotted down after seeing the title used as a caption for a picture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1145505/ For any promise that's been broken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1144929/ This is something that explains why I write, I think it's a good opening piece to describe my minder whilst writing although it could probably do with some work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IonaFaith/1144625/