http://slow.writerscafe.org/cristina18x3 The original writings of author Cristina E. MCcombs en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047233 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My mother is white. Skin so soft it looks like it's never been kissed by the sun. Her eyes a pale blue, like a sea you'd get lost in if you stared to long. My father is black, his skin screams stories of cotton fields  and oppression. His eyes are dark, hazelnuts floating in a milky sea But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cristina18x3/1886054/ They write great stories about love About sacrificeAbout the sacrifice of love Millions of pages filled with brokenness Romeo and Juliet parished for their love Cleopatra and Mark Antony broke rules for their love Tristan and Isolde they rooted for their love Orpheus and Eurydice ran f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cristina18x3/1871534/ I wrote this late one night after i had a dream where i was talking to myself.... I asked numerous questions... Wrote down the ones i remembered and this is what came out of it... Is it poetry? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cristina18x3/1870121/ Cigarette coversations #1 (why do you smoke?) I never intended to start smoking,I hated it actually.But I found myself looking for something to fill the void . Something to ease the pain. It became a habit when I found myself feeling that again and again. My mother started lighting up when she w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cristina18x3/1869009/ kills me how you can feel so deeply for someoneHow you can notice every detail of the outline of their faceHow song lyrics make more sense when your with themHow the sound of their voice brings back memories of 3 am talks and sweaty hand holding It kills meHow the dark doesnt seem so dark .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cristina18x3/1863633/ I wrote this poem for a class in highschool. I really hated the kind of writer i was back then. However this poem was one of the ones I really liked and kept from those day..... I hope you like it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cristina18x3/1863287/ I realize now love is unpredictable. Love can come in many forms.Love can be a freckled faced, hair that has been kissed by the son, boy who calls you his inspiration.But love can also be pressuringLove can be brokenLove can be a low self esteem, wrist full of battle scars, to proud to show .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cristina18x3/1859180/ There is this war inside me, and comfort is a hell of a drug .it's everything i thought it would be and i find myself stuck .they say misery loves companyand i taste it on your lips and it leaves me tongue twisted .you leave nothing but your fingerprints there's destruction with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cristina18x3/1312592/