http://slow.writerscafe.org/lenamari The original writings of author lenamari en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776295288 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 mayday, on the cusp of dawn, boats mix into the blue,the dead sailors float to you, as you slip slowly into the familiar blue. my girl, navy and white,wood splitting like grass in the wind, she’s charming, digging far into horizon. i taste the sea on your papery skin, i see the sand in your as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/591937/ do you remember the night we fell from the ceiling? we laid there laughing, smiling like rainclouds. do you remember the nights we fell through the floor boards? the blood and the ashes, fell from our gashes. when the night comes around, we'll be safe and sound, we'll dance alone in this world, like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/591067/ Waves crash like hands, they reach up for somethingthat they can never truly grab. And the fire flies, they loose their sparks. Nothing can change the burns they've marked on me.the soldiers groan, as they fall nameless,alone. And i like it most when it rains, the silent world is mine to hold. in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/587536/ Look around, the stars are all falling. Look around, the lights are all ending. You don't feel much, when you kill the one you love. It's my last day here, in my life. You could mend my broken bones, between the sadness and fear, bones, they begin to crumble. It's the last day here, and I can still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/581563/ Let's see the lights,the endless colored lies.  The sea, she cries. Her tears are everywhere.  Then the night, she drowned in her tears.  Let's count the days, the endless blue waves.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/573813/ The day once yawned, and it let all go. A day once stormed, and it let the music play.  The night, she danced,all around. Look see the sky, the endless blue. Go shape the clay, around the morning. And now we die, we sing everywhere. The plants,  they rise, from the ground. Look see, the li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/571543/ My roots grow into this night, I took your hand, and we remembered our lives,and  what we looked for. Run over the hills, find love in your heart, and fly birds there. Now I cling to what I had,and I will lie alone, to people no one knows. But I will tear the night apart,looking for you.Nothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/568167/ There will come a time, when love will not fight chains, and you'll fly birds in your mane.  Pondering minutes, because the nights are long.You tie your laces to the lost memories, and the little kids, grow up, and lose their leaves. There will come a time, when your skins rots away,and we'll g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/567255/ And the spring time winds, Covered the hills with lonely mist. But the warmth of the grass keptMe running for you. Was it time or the creatures That kept me probing through The dark?With every inch, your beauty Littered my doubt. And the rolling hills, in my mind, I run them all the time. But nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/566314/ "nameless me" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/563941/ This is not about anyone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/561746/ Nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/560695/ I'm never entirely sure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/560286/ The clock is ticking, ever slowly.Life’s so short, but death is so long. And my lungs breathe in night air,but you've already been there.We laughed, sister and sister.We died, holding each other.We are so fragile, our bones were never metal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/554031/ I watched the stars fall out of the sky.The cut out shapes in the meadow. I smelled the wars within, the dead that sinks in.The whole world rotates, but I stand still. Except the cut out shapeson my skin, where my heart used to live.This garden, seems so big... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/554025/ Random memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/541468/ This is a memoir written in a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lenamari/541464/