http://slow.writerscafe.org/seraphim61789 The original writings of author Lillian Leigh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991215 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I remember that time, sitting out in the woodsThe clouds soaring by, and the river sprite's songThrushes and green leaves, trees as far as our eyes could see....The sunset so perfect, just like you and I,But like all my pretty dreams; this one too, withered and diedI remember the days......not too l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1395675/ Shades of pink and orange and red so many ways to hide the dread So begins the painted smile Complaining about frizzy hair When in reality the cupboard is bare Flash that pretty painted smile It's only dust gone in your eye When deep inside you just want to die Keep up your painted little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1395674/ Languid bony wrists tell a gruesome tale A scrambled road map to nowhere etched in paper stone The sorrows grow deeper The scars bolder I gently caress them one by one Pale muted flesh now opalescent in the gloaming My eyes close and the gates of misery open Let it flow! Let it flow! The mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1395671/ Hark! the violin's aching sobs Singing of glory long since faded in sweetness, and agony Such like my heart to grasp those fleeting, spectral notes In a quest for grace amidst decline                   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1383673/ this came from a writing exercise where we take an inanimate object and speak from it's point of view http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1381652/ a piece of short fiction based on my last day at my old job http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1381651/ a short, snarky rant about life as a sales associate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1381650/ This started out as an exercise where we had to write from the point of view of a person or organization that our society labels "evil". I chose a student who went on a shooting rampage at school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1381647/ A poem about writer's block, and broken dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1381578/ A poem I wrote last fall and never had an opportunity to post http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1381572/ Crowned bearer of epic scrollsThou wisest of the sacred ninePoised with pen and tablet, wordsforever at they lipsThe fleeting enigma one only dreamsElusive as the fox, whispered patronsaint of fancyThou beauteous weaver of divine wordsFleeting as the mistGrace me with thine honeyed whisperand like t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1381276/ Two FBI agents go under cover as college students to bust a drug ring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1380790/ Heartless night, thou contemptuous beastYour mocking stars and boundlessskiesTorment my writhing soulGluttonous night, as wide as the eye can seeWeaving sinister shadows andgloatingSilently in my faceTreacherous night, darkest demon ofthe realmsLeaving minds free to wander thedreary fieldsOf those t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1380750/ This is a poem about my reluctance to be a mother, and the social consequences I am subjected to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seraphim61789/1380747/