http://slow.writerscafe.org/carole-l The original writings of author Carole L en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054653 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a very old piece of writing I found, I guess its unfinished http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carole-l/1240408/ In the beginning it wasbackstreetdone dark of nightwith cold steelif you’re not richor mad enough to feelthey won’t let you decideyour own lifegot to take it upthe backstreetjunctionit’s less sanitarystill they're all uncleanthat’s how they gotin the messget the add.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carole-l/1208627/ Why try make sense of senseless thingsboring useless mundane thingsthat fill your head and push out your dreamsI nearly lost my mind to senseless thingsInstead lets look to nonsense thingsweird and wonderful, wonky thingslook through eyes of those who dared to dreamand escape these boring senseless .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carole-l/1204700/ The mask of a womanis worn by this little girlwho walks, talks and brushes her hairlike dignityhas come naturally through timeand she is a ladybeautiful and refinedAlone.but assured that in this worldshe is not just a wife nor mothershe is a woman and needs only herselfBut this mask of a womancan fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carole-l/1204249/ bit different from the other stuff I have up here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carole-l/1197444/ I was lucky they told me,one of the elitedolled up school girlsready to be presentedin the side showgreatest show on earthfreak show100% recycledman made no synthetics allowedmanufactured from the ground dug uppainted http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carole-l/1191294/ There are two figures I see every nightthey stand on the paththat leads to the back of a placeI've never dared to enterbut it's always fascinated meas have theytheir awkward shapes make an unconvincing formand I can never work outwhere one ends and the other beginsand the harder I stare th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carole-l/1181970/ I once stood on the edge of a buildingten stories high, and looked downconcrete grass stared back at medaring me to jumpand you stood behind me your fingers perched on my sidesholding me backtelling me my fate was in your handsbut the more I looked downthe less I fearedand as my hands touched y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carole-l/1181542/ I guess it's a love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carole-l/1178258/