http://slow.writerscafe.org/leahanne The original writings of author leahanne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776037708 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 scar my skinwith the warmth of your sighsting my earswith your words of affectionstrain my muscleswith your gentle touchsqueeze my heartwith your undying emotion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1271030/ I lifted my dressand you rolled up your jeansas we walkedcareful not to let the water stainour clothingmuch like the worldhad alreadystained our hearts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1271022/ “You have… 2... saved... messages.” The robotic voice spoke into her ear. “First message,” it continued on-then a sudden change of pitch. A deeper, disembodied voice came through the phone. “Hey.” The voice was scratchy and dry at first. A release of breath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1259690/ Inspiration for poetry left and right :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1250781/ the creasesand the foldsand wrinklesof the blankets collapsedinto one anotherlikevalleys and mountainsponds and riversandthey waited forthe two naked bodiesto destroytheterrain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1250771/ Lyrics to one of my favorite songs by Paramore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1250770/ You’re a gentle, patient being-so inoffensive, soft and kind.There’s a reason for this coming statement, to which I cannot find.Your anger is so rare, its only happened one,There is a sense of weakness, when everything is done.Since you are so compassionate, so tender and so warm,It migh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1250723/ She caught site of a familiar face. She squinted studying the features. Whoever caught her eye was standing alone and distant, surrounded by passing people. She couldn’t quite understand why their face had caught her attention. They were looking around, seemingly lost. Then Leah locked eyes wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1250395/ A poem about music. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1250317/ “I can’t stay here any longer,” he said, forcing breathe out from his cracked lips. “I’m going somewhere else.” His eyes were dark, lifeless, his skin yellow and bruised. He always had bruises on his arms - must be a side-effect from all the alcohol he consumed. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leahanne/1250259/