http://slow.writerscafe.org/LaurenEbanks The original writings of author LaurenEbanks en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776191995 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The first act of a play set in a mental institute. A satire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311056/ A satire looking at a demons views of life and the apocalypse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311054/ Dramatic monologue looking at the Victoria attitudes towards beauty and religion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311052/ She was beautiful.Her hair caressedher shoulders. Her eyes illuminatedher face like emerald beacons.Her skin was white and soft.She is utter perfection.She called me Charles. “HelloCharles.” She must love me. I amin love with her. I need her.She loves me, she lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311047/ He whispers into the ears of gods. Like a sickness.Tearing the paper that divides the real and the fantasy. The fantasy: so dark and twisted it bringsup bile. A sickening thought that you hide beneaththe bed sheets. You run from it; you try to escapethe burning urge. Yearning to give in. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311045/ White brigades of snow fill the air,like dust in a beam of light, all-encompassing.Gusts of wind shatter the snowfall likea shiver threading its way through the spine. Footprints scar the albaster groundlike shards along a canvas. A single patchof crisp perfection remains. To .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311043/ Gaze at me. Wander into my eyesand reveal your inner desires. I ama witch, a voodoo master, the devil.My calling card swings on its vine likea spider caught in the wind. Catch aglimpse. You are my warrior, my spy,my lover, my enemy. I can twistwords with a tip of my hat and a flash o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311042/ It’s full of secrets and thoughts I can’t share.A Pandora ’s Box of misdirected hatred. Hiddenin a drawer under the stairs. A ticking time-bomb.I hope you find it. I hope you feel the wordsas I felt them so many years ago. The writing has faded now; as pencil does. Much l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311041/ The shade seems to glimmer on the branchesof this lost tree. How lonely this poor creature must be.To see the others bathing in the light and neverbeing able to join the crowd. How lonely. It merely lies on the ground, its face transfixedupon her. She must be a lost lover. Or a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311038/ Lights spinning towards a point.A point of abyss, like a crypt of the mind.Words no longer possess meaning the waymeaning possesses the heart and thirst throws all things out of proportion.Broken lungs and burning bones talkto the skin. They talk of deceit and barricades.Stone, frozen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311037/ A poem about the death of my grandfather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311036/ A poem about the effects of domestic violence on children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1311034/ A feminist rant about rape culture and objectification. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1307156/ An attempt to my struggle with depression in to words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1307152/ I spend a lot of nights tossing and turning so I thought I would write a poem to pass the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1307151/ A poem about a close friend's struggle with drug addiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurenEbanks/1307150/