http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sarai_Lee The original writings of author Sarai Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018849 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short story about a writer's descent into brilliance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1417181/ Reflections of a potential evil genius. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1417088/ Happy to my old friend Fall come back around. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1417086/ If there was a time to moveNow is not the time.The petulant panic in my bonesWrithes liquid in delightof my imperfection.  My pathway always is to run;Faced with uncompromising reality.The Past damages all five senses,Wrecks my future and does not apologize.We shall not run this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1406924/ Reflections of a spiritual journey/Possible Song? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1395909/ The rain drops drooping across an unwizened world. My coffee is a sacred solace. A solstice of cream and sugar, full of a much needed absent warmth. Through the window glass, persistent rivers of city buses and cars strike to and from the downtown horizon. My heart wanders home on their trail, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1392790/ A fantasy fiction piece with some monster hunting fun and adventure! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1363199/ Shadowrun Roleplay Fiction. This is a short piece written about a mage named Lacy McAvoy, who reflects on when she first manifested her powers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1363181/ Movements Toward Home (rewritten and rewriting it still) This is the latest version of my original poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1363168/ The gun shotblack pothammer and nailsclash on the floor. A waking dreamretched screamendless talkyou slam the door. Drunk againimagined sinyou never loved me.I thought you should.Delivered punchhalf-eaten lunchcartoon raidersleave me understood. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1363165/ Create Worlds Creavit Mundum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1363164/ A Sonnet Style reflection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1363154/ Tired on the black water's edgebrink of deceitI am not a beautifuland unique snowflake.what if you're wrong? The tower holds only silenceMe and Godin the catacombs.Open airFalling cloudsThe rush and breakand then we're gone. Hear the oceanstretch in the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1307417/ They say god is dead;Just the sameI never liked him anyway.We’re peons you seeShadow angelsWith no snowIn the dirty rain.Burnt blackened garbageTo keep warm.Squatters’ halls and gangsGraffiti churches Our tribal signsWe understand that we’re goblinsIn a la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1306108/ Why I go to the gym, and the determination to make my soul and body one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1295108/ An ode to my cup of coffee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1295058/ A poem about life, death, television, and suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1291965/ a prose poetic rambling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1263628/ I am all that is lust and pleasureI am a sea of ecstasyAn angel loverwith satin sheet wingsand skin like velvet.My whole body in beautiful motionin perfect rhythmto your desire. I am the shadowthat sighs deep with your touch.The impression on the pillowin the morning.The sweet scentli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1194048/ How far is heaven?Because I can see it on the horizon.If I can see nothing else I'm glad I got a glimpse of that sunset on the water.I just want to know how far?Soft prayer on a breezefanning the embers of my heartburning me to teach me strength Changing me spiritually Changing me physicallyI'm tear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1194042/ The winds of inspiration woe me.  He presses hard against my lips for a kiss, wraps his arms around my waist and embraces me so tight I can not shake him.  I'm laughing and crying all the time! People think I'm insane! Am I?Run away little children! I say children because my soul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1194037/ In the pale Sunday lightmorning prayers like whispers, my words are faint and blearyreaching from some distant landI peel away from the dreamnot far from my heart; the soul knowsand follows the movement. Stretch and rise to greetmy Creator and smile at the sun. Does everyone join the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1194030/ TheinkThepenThepageIbleedNomoreinrageThepointisnottofadeAndthisThehopethestageTobirthAnewUncagedToFlyToBeAsage.TheInkThePen ThePage http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192587/ Iwrite like a madman in a cage. In my darkest moments the wordsscrawled on the page are my redemption, my bible, my struggle towarda higher existence. I write to understand me, myself, this worldaround me that makes little sense unless I am writing. It is mylife's blood. Cliche I know. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192550/ This is not me. I'm a dark dollI'm an angel warriorBracers on my armsHearts on my wristsCupid mouth and tiny tearsSword in hand and virgin wingsI'm a steam punk daydreamBubbling up from my bellyI'm a piano vigilanteMy voice like dark velvetI'm a spirit in a bodyA fledgling girlAn old soulA brok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192536/ My sister has a fire in her eyes. Sharp angles of exuberanceLean like a cat, quick with her wit.She sprung forth into this worldready to meet any challenge. Her hair is like gold flax; reminiscent of Greek goddesses, Athena's smile on her lips.She is a trickster, and you'd b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192533/ These ramblings in my brainShut up inside and barredthe doors of sanity.The demon impatienceitches just below the skin;harsh words for a battleyet begun.This is not the daywhen the day was won.This is existence,balanced between the have-notand the would-be.Adventures always just out of reach,living .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192521/ Time to moveTime to stopTime to breathQuiet on the horizon of a songThis kitchen table sitswell-aged on a ThursdayMy heart is outsidesending smoke signalsto the moonNever time enoughto wish upon a starThe rambling voice beside me speaksin half phrasesThe TV in the background gives mesatirical newsMy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192519/ Everything can be explained by the seaEven the mountains         given proof by the oceanI gave up my hills for sea-faring waysAll rivers lead to one berthI was that river         traveling down among narrow streams         a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192518/ Exquisiteis the diamond phrase"I love you."Hanging from the pink petalcurve of my bottom lip.Greater treasures found in those wordsthan in gold or silver;rubies and sapphire,the deep blue spinel stone of your eyesReflect my smilespeaking volumes as cleveras any Cereno.My laugh is my second gift.,as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192516/ Time---resistant to the course of deathRant and rave until youhave no more words to bleed.Red like the moon.Red like the fiercest passionturned cold;EmptyUselessFrustration breeds a new storyShall I write it, or give up?Better that I should give up my soulCliches are a writer's downfall,useful to pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192515/ Musings on the things that make me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarai_Lee/1192513/