http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lamees The original writings of author Lamis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026349 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Always feeling things, trying to define them, holding them in my palms, feeling their edges with my eyes closed because maybe they would tell me something about life, maybe I would feel life as I hold them. It is said that if I was capable of understanding myself I would understand life, I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1441617/ Yes, I did. I existed and I breathed. I sometimes failed to find the right words to say because they are no more than words, words of a lifetime for a lifetime of words. Perhaps I was meant to find you here though it was myself I’d been looking for. You’re right behind me and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1441570/ Waking up to see that life isno September and it doesn't have to be. It makes her smile not knowing whatOctober will hold, maybe life will be an October by then, maybe October willlove her, love a girl from planet earth, mortalearth, lonely earth with the best sunset creation has witnessed, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1441565/ To him and to his creator.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1234422/ Dear fate, I really don't know what you have in mind, ever since I got here I'vetried to draw your pattern on my wall but no use, you always bring along thestrangest of gifts and without your "Don't throw away" notes theymight have ended up in the trash. They've warned me of writi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1231706/ "Hold on to me as you go,  hold on to the scent of the rain and the colorof sunrise, the sand in your shoes and the first time you met me, hold on tothis as you lye awake, hold on to my watch so you can make time stop, hold onto the song you've always wanted to write and with this umbrell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1229809/ A journey into my hallucinating brain, Hop in! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1225351/ It was a moon-less night in a place they haven't yet named.It was me and a breeze of air that touched my hands reminding me that I haven'tgrown wings yet and even though I've nearly backpacked my way on every cornerof the earth it seems that I'm still here on the planet of gravity where alld.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1214151/ Thoughts I had under the stars for he who created the stars or perhaps the life that holds the stars within. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1212979/ You ran to the window seat before the lady in red takes it and here you are with your head laid back on some abandoned railway, you try holding the air like you used to, catch it by surprise but even years couldn’t help you master that art, you feel like a child again overwhelmed by the air, n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1211078/ Watching sunrise alone…Maybe this is what I need, more sunrises to guide me into myself.I need to listen to the silence that made me.  Is there anything more serene than a velvet sunrise?You know the very minute before it rises where life stands still?   Though life should have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1211077/ He gaveoff  joules of positive energy,Introducedequations of infinite possibilities,Multiplying the good in me he proved relativity,I got to know my density, found out I could float.His analytical brain was on it's own an entity,I fell in love with his radioactivity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1210930/ Because you have a bag of dreams you walk around with and I’ve always wanted to sneak a peak inside.I remember when you accidentally spilled some on me and what a mess it was, the kind of mess you’d wait your whole life for, where you’re floating in an Aleph seeing faces, colors an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1210923/ As long as I’m holding on this hard, as long as I breathe in a hurry and live only when I have time, as long as I think before I write and wait till you smile back, as long as I try to see me in your eyes and paint me on your wall..As long as I dream to travel the world but can’t seem to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209337/ Far tomorrow whisphers in my ears:“You try in vain I won’t be here”,“I’ll always be a thought you don’t see”,“And you’ll always be desperate to meet me”,“You’ll chase me on the hope of intersection”,“with a line at t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209325/ Through my humble chocolate-colored eyesShades deeper than I realizeThose leaving me with the world synchronizedThose relieving, mellow, harmonizedAnd a deceiving eye that’s hypnotizedWhile another for the spectrum gladly diesAnd a color with your complexion suddenly tiesWhile mixing, be creat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209322/ I keep coming back like it’s where I belongI keep humming like your serenity is my songI keep breathing you and exhaling feels wrongSo keep me here and I’ll keep on keeping on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209321/ Driven by the urge to write, her hands are stained with ink..Guilty of writing the words of a song..She’s composed it on the road.A song of a journey full of journeys it is!It may occasionally rhyme, words change and fade with time.There she goes walking on the tiles of life..Jumping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209320/ I write with a pencil as my certainty is as determined as it’s erasibility,I write with a brittle graphite pencil and my plans are as vulnerable as it’s inconsistent font.I write in disguise in the corner of my room.Waiting for life to come pick me up..Waiting for a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209318/ I know what you’re thinking: There she goes with the notes and the same old “I’m sorry, I love you and the bla bla bla”..Well this time I have something else to say:You know I had my own theories about life which actually intersected with some of your own.I had it all figured.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209316/ She had no idea what she was creating but that didn’t matter..It was the first time colors touched her skin that intimately staining her fingerprints till she was no longer her.She didn’t know how a paintbrush was held but that didn’t matter either,  her soul knew the way and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209315/ It came to me on a warm day, A warm signal of serenity in the sky. Everyone was silent and I somehow knew I am okay.The sun was so bright that I saw no features, I saw no flaws. Just me, my foot steps and a God somewhere out there. I wasn’t here it was all glossy, glassy and it felt home.Home .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209314/ Maybe I’m not that strong, maybe I’m not who you think I am..  Maybe my feet can no longer carry me and your glasses no longer fit me, the glasses that once showed me life as I needed to see it.. The life beyond life when there was only the sky. Maybe I no longer know how to write, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209313/ I’m back on my own inner streets, wandering in my darkest of alleys.How can you get lost in your own past? I wondered.How can you not recognize the streets you drew though your paintbrush strokes still linger in every corner? How do I not know the creatures I made up? The creatures that have b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lamees/1209311/