http://slow.writerscafe.org/Transparence The original writings of author Eden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011603 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She keeps comparing thosefeelings to those eyes withfeelers like dandelions thatbright these damn days right.on.up.And all the choices in theworld could never makethose wishes and fill that heart with those loose eyelashes that fall when you blowlike children on false garden rows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/504180/ I hate the sound ofcrashing plates,crashing people,crashing lives.My sisters’ voices, echoing through the hallsI think I'm done here. I can't stand the sounds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/504176/ You died, I remember,and it's been years or more, I'm not sure, if I've been mourning for you and Jane and Olivia or for my self and my life.When one dies, two die and everything comes in threes eventually. But you, you don't dieyou stick and formand make sure I ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/504174/ I felt guiltythat thursday in october.Knowing your souls died long before I ever unveiledyour ribcage(d) curtains. Long before the dirt said"good morning gorgeous"with your sea front breeze voices. I felt guiltyfor the deathsthat you maraudered;you stole fromme what you will-all the g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/504170/ She killed herself. Some call it bravery.Some say if you love something you let it go.Sadness, secrets, it'sall the same if it holdsyour tongue and yourheart and soul and all those ever mores fromnever letting that bluebird g o .She died. And now it singswithout those r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/504168/ I think she's dying,with cells that arejust too hungry.Or maybe she can'trepair her empty fast enough to make it stopeating heralive. I don't ask,and I don't liketo pry because honestly, I'm tooscared to knowif she's dying. But, she sure sounds like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/504167/ I’m growing thin,translucent even,because I don’t have his gift. He is sewed up, tied up,confined up tight, perfectly assembled in his russet skinand his silent mouth.Whatever they tell you,silence is not becoming.This world is not silent,And these people are not sile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/504166/ The blocked numbers.The changes in mine.Your deaths,and my demise.  I'm positivethat this was meant for thelikes of me. A long lost bodyin a sea of soul.At first my heart leapt and I weptfor the long lostsisterhood I once had.And then I smiledbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/469894/ she hisses like a hollowed out lioness with the pain of all the agestightening upon her garnet heartthe hands of an ecru soulclasping, claspingmuffling the beatswith cold, steel rods for fingers and finger pad cushions of empty-minded imag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/469892/ Dressing up as functional  barbie dolls. Moist lips, chapped hearts. Just likewalking cancersof wasted life.Crooked, cracked pavementdressed up aslonely yellowbrick roads;the ones wetravel searching for disasters. Watch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/469519/      I got lost in the shapesthat your voice made.Drawing fleurs-de-lis all over my insides.You thought it made youpure against my resolve;but lilies only go so far.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/469446/ I want lip stained cheeks, and a love stained heart. I want -endless- soul and to never, ever f     a  l        la-part. I beg the sun everyday, to go away and brin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Transparence/469444/