http://slow.writerscafe.org/NicoleJaneMarie The original writings of author Nicole Jane Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007311 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She was a criminal,The worst of them all.My sanity was gone,Her fingerprints at the scene.My heart was broken,Her name written there in blood.A wanted poster is pinned up in my mind.I needed her off the streets,And in my arms again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleJaneMarie/1347511/ The leaves serenade you as you walk along,Hands clenched, bodies pressed together for warmth.Everything is still.You think about everything,You think about nothing at all.It is perfect.Her flustered cheeks are as red as the foliage.You can’t tell whether the chills are from the October breeze,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleJaneMarie/1347106/ You tell it a story and it talks back,Whistling with sympathy or encouragement.The breeze unjudging, singing it’s song,That makes you feel more at home than your family does.He never leaves you.The bite he has in winter is only to remind you that he is still there,Never changing, unlike the ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleJaneMarie/1347080/ The beating of my worn heart danced to the patter of rain,Your face in the clouds,The graying skies the color of your eyes.Have you ever breathed in so deeply, Letting the dampened atmosphere settle within your body,And realize it’s all the same? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleJaneMarie/1347079/ The words spoken,The words you never thought you’d hear,Are plastered in your mind.You heard them.Now the world is but a whisper,As you wonder why.Isn’t it funny how words can kill,All hope, all understanding you thought you had,Dead.Her lips betrayed you.And suddenly, you are less of a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleJaneMarie/1347078/ And with the winter’s bite she left.But with less certainty that’d she return.The unknowing a reminder,That I am not as strong as I think.I was left behind, following her tracks in the snow, Wind fighting against my purpose.By the time I thought I was caught up,The prints would be gone a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleJaneMarie/1347077/ I look past the scars of his being as he has already forgotten mine.Always more of a person,In nature and in action,Than the one he gives himself to,Wholly, entirely.His naive senses when it comes to who I really am and what I can make him become,Is a scar I have inflicted.But he has already forgott.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleJaneMarie/1347075/ They called her fire,Was it because of her crimson locks or the bigger than life attitude that seemed to spread like a wildfire? Maybe it was the way she lit up even the darkest of days with the poetic way she spoke, When she did speak of course, her words echoing with the accompaniment of dried, ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoleJaneMarie/1347072/