http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chyna The original writings of author Lana Bimbi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026607 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Written about my home, The Gold Coast. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1226359/ Don't know if I like this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1194238/ I need to start living by my words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1194236/ I find graffiti with a message amazing, hence this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1194235/ Yes it's about Jonny Depp, no, it's not entirely true, just a bit of fun! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1194234/ Written using the image of one of those Vodka Crystal Skull things, enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1194233/ As an activity in English today, I was asked to continue on from an extract from a book (being the first two sentences of the poem). I came up with this and I am really, really happy with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1172862/ A short story I wrote for school, thought I would use a name I was a bit familiar with. Let me know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1165771/ This poem was a little darker than what I'm used to writing, and I tried a new technique. I'm pretty happy with the final outcome though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1159752/ Written for a competition but it also correlates with some stuff currently going on in my little, 16 year old world. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1159221/ A make up word poem that is essentially open to interpretation. It was actually really fun to write and I encourage fellow poets to have a go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158648/ -Why should one fear the darkwhen the dark be the safest for some.It's lack of light just like a sheetcovering the truths of the day just gone.And the dark with it comes lightWith that the prospects of a new day.And with the dawn must come a dusk-the sunset the final array.Do not fear the darkI urge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158572/ -Bright eyes blueslowly fade to green.As the jealousy consumes youInadvertently from within. And it's not really jealousy,but fear of being alone-For your heart has been abandoned beforeand you've had to find it a new home.But even though your mindwanders millenniums ahead-your heart remains in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158568/ Modeled on another poem who's title and author has been forgotten, my English teacher asked for us to re-write this love story into our own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158560/ Head underwater, gasping for airUp in the clouds, nothing to land on up there.It's hard to describe,but it's like you are frozen.You try to escape,but your mind doesn't open. You can feel your heart,and it's beating fast.Time seems to stand still,and your nerves shatter like glass.As your knees.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158555/ He held the key to my heart,he was my world by far,so bathe him in diamonds and let him smoke silk cigars.He was one of a kind,his eyes ocean blue. His lips, peachy pink-his dimpled cheeks too.His heart was magnificent,so warm and so open.The only way to describe my love,is quite simply golden. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158550/ Written for a school assignment on war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158548/ A poem I wrote in a haze around 6am on the first day of spring last year, I awoke to a warmth my body had forgotten and along with the sunlight, the words seemed to come in abundance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158546/ The thought of drowning in air is quite literally suffocating.Terrifying.And yet one finds such a thought not right,for they know it is merely compromising the reality of such a situationwhere one is faced with the truth-that only fish can drown in air. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158542/ -Andsometimes it’s okay to be okayAs it isfor the sun to shine but there be clouds in the skyPeople tendto focus on the extremesAnd forgetto appreciate when things are most simpleFor yesthere are days of doubtThe dayswhen the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chyna/1158303/