http://slow.writerscafe.org/larastones The original writings of author Lana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028570 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Clogged nose full of GingerSmoking a cigarette with no filterMy laundry is clean for once I feel I can be seenI wear my favorite thingFilled with glitter and sinLimousine dreamFollow meAs I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathI find life waiting for me in the endI think the fresh air could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2961896/ The Wind wants to rainThe sun wants to blow The moon wants to burnAnd the stars want to dieThe flowers want to flyAnd the flies want to bloomThe trees want to talkAnd people want to grow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2956282/ I want to love the whole worldI want to give my life for freeI want to exist in eternityThrough love and guiding entitiesI want to love everybodyThe misfits, the culprits, the stupidI want to throw my paint of love on the cityWatch it turn pinkLet some take a picThe others complain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2953070/ I used to search for God in every place,And the images and faces on billboards kept me guessingIf I could ever get on board and be seen.For - do I even have anything to showcase to the scene?And the plethora of beauty was on a silver plate, placed between my feet.And I've never felt quite as special.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2943316/ If I'm safe you are safeAnd if I can turn your hard heart into crystallized sugar, then we're safeIf I speak words of sunflowers and you smell the poetry in your heartThen you're safe and therefore I am safeIf I cry and fall into a pit of murderThe whole world lies with me in a bed of hunger Br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2942612/ There's a paradoxe in your heartA fixture on the wallA flaw that's unreachableYou cannot grasp the ugly of it allInnocence, time, your naivetyThe sense of fog of it allYou don't see the pathBut the fog is wiseA girl without a storyUndefined narrativeLet it unfold slowlyEverything erased becomes pois.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2941054/ Losing time,Measuring the forbidden,Fabricating predictions,Moisture rising,Cigarette maintenance on a regular basis.The interior is simple,The attraction is another tree.The exhausting, freezing summerHas no support, only mockery.This is insignificant, you tell yourself,As you h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2939959/ To sell death you will need:A bowl full of tearsA sadness that shall pour out of fearsA vestibule of resting markets encroched in pillsA meditation on philosophy Talk of the need for mere solid gear But to let go of the fear you shall pay moneyFor a plane with an open door as you free fall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2938277/ be a good studentfollow the normsread the guidelinesquestion no onewalk in lineand terrorize your crimeslocated in your bonesterrorize your desireslet go of the firebe like waterbut with no currentno wavesonly meant to put out the fire like the rainthen there are those who disappoint their parentsne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2937628/ I want him for myself.I want to study telepathy to reach him.I want to create a love spell.I need to buy rose petals for my brain,Honey, cinnamon, and bay leaves to stay sane.And when I mix them all together with rosemary water,I will repeat a mantra of love so we can be together.I want him for myse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2937355/ RunningLeaving traces of black tar And insomnia running on your faceDark circles encircling your fateWhen you walk by, you terrorize the starsSwallow the fliesGobble down your own liesAnd caress the view of your pastThe green speckles of your bluesThe pale moon on a cruise to bad news Your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2935901/ Pink pea made of blissDyed it red for a thrill.And my bubbleheart, I turned it glossy,And the perfume samples in my magazineAre all empty.When you turn the pages of my fears,The headline reads, "What a strange lady."She was once Queen Mary,Now she's in a state of bliss.And she stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2935899/ White cherry in the spring,White sheets and white hands,Knuckles deep in the sand,Walls stained in red,And a brain lacking oxygen.A store selling parasites and satellites,A room full of white ties,And I'm a white cherry in the springNo juice, no tears,Nothing meaty to eatKnuckles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2935719/ My car broke down,And I tried for a long time to intertwine the motor and the key,But the engine just breaks down all the time.I thought it could start growling on a dime,But now I realize intuition was the fuel the whole time.Gas prices don't rely on the blinded voice that not only growls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2935256/ When desire waits in its place, it fights, it sits then turns into garbageYou get busy smoothing thoughts in the night of wavesWhen you could attack, reducing them to their graveWith a box of matches and a head full of smokeYou can read flames in a tunnel where you hear the blasts"There's a war out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2934147/ I want to experience life as it is meant to be experiencedI want to live hot and dry and soak into my t-shirts as I run for what I think comes to serve nobody but me and my selfish desires, and my goal is to experience life in a way that the universe experiences my blind hidden soul and fans hum in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2927920/ Don't ruin your grave by wiping away fears.Baptize your feartear it apart and take its tearsPeel away the paper pinned on the wall among your peersthe one that says, "Wait for the day you could begin."Today is now.The future is not always found.Don't ruin your grave by wiping away fears.Drown in bap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2927106/ In my own mind, Bob Dylan loves my poetry.Monet admires my brushstrokes.Eleven doors open, and I go to the clerk.I approach him and ask him to keep records of all my doings.In my own mind, I see horses approachinggoing home but rushing on a misty mountain.And I flock with them, these gorgeous creatu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2926600/ Hi,Check the letter that fell under your bed.It was a secret letter penned by a friendA childhood friend who was in pain,But was too scared to get it all out on paper.The pen prophesized its future.I think it wrote about how there were no longerAny rooms left to close the door on,No doors to slam, n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2926177/ Strength is not about never giving upIt's not about swimming upIt's about the floodThe water submerges your right lungAnd you fight for the left oneIt's about giving up and inhaling the smokeIt's about self-destruction and a gentle strokeOf your hair by the hand of the devilAnd you see it and feel i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2925578/ I have killed and I have been in prisonI have been rich and I have been poorI have been blind and I have been insecureI have been a winner and I have been a loserI have been kind and I have been evilI have been this heart of mind and I have been yoursI have been the shooter and I have been the one i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2925377/ The microphone's off, and the war has ended,To the beach where my boats are stranded.I contemplated death with a life not completed,I just don't feel complete at all.Dancing with the sun, I might marry one,But the solar system hasn’t warmed my body at all.I listen to the ticking of Jefferson&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2925004/ you are an angelsold in human formfabricated by stars generated by Godyou are a painting sold in earth conditionswith no purpose but to be admiredyou are the womb and you are the birththe kindness and the hurtthe galaxy with its depth and riddles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2924883/ Is your money that good?Is your money that tasty?Does it make you happier?Can it pay for your soul?Is your money that good?Is your money that sweet?Can it pay for your envy?Can it pay for your gluttony?Is your money that good?Is your money that starving?Does it make you better?Does the world's hunge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2924707/ Who am I? A cult leader or a prophet A murderer or a soldier A bad singer or a poet A late bloomer or a saint A senator or a thief http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2924401/ Why do you cry?You've got to grow, honeyYour mind has to be pressurizedAir-tight, dancing in the darkBarefoot, naked, running in the parkBut why do you keep on crying?You've got to grow, honeyPerhaps, like a plant that needs wateringYou've got to crySweet, tied to the armistice, tantalizing fears wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2924213/ White shirt,White apron with yellow stains on itA card snapped at the edge of itBlack shoes, black pants, black soulBlack eyes, and black eyelashesAll the demands of the managers,And I've managed to check every box on the paperWhite gloves, I change carelessly every five secondsI cut a fat liver wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2924106/ I need attentionI want attentionWhen I pour out the ants crawling out of my heart,I want someone with a broom to clean it apartWhen I crawl out of a hole and there are traces of banana peels,and awkward pieces of snow that smell like fish and the ocean but not in summer’s feels,and certainly n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2923988/ The Crying Spells of DecemberThey drip down, drip downJust in time when your birthday comesSame as Jesus' day, at dawnAnd I'd hug you back then, but now December leans inWhispers soft as the year grows thin:"You're only left with the crying spellsOf December" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2923896/ My mama told me I need to have kidsAnd a husband who drinks no gin but believes there are djins if you ever walk out the door wearing a thin-Lacy veil on top of your body, and if it glimmers in the sun, you might as well walk in the corner streets of Sin CityThe husband would have to tell me when to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2923687/ To dare to dream is a difficult thingTo dare to dream is a beautiful thingBut it does require some kind of thingA switchA lock and keyMaybe covered in honeyMaybe in cinnamon with teaBut when you just can't touch the windYou have to play with itIn winter especiallyWhen it gets dark and somberYou get .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2923535/ It's hard to take a hard big look at yourselfThe reflection is sometimes wavySometimes changing, sometimes stagnantLike the ocean waves, it comes and goesDepending on events and demented circlesColor me blind on my appearance but don't lie about my reflectionI know sometimes it sits on top of piles .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2923114/ I want a life with no povertyNo homelessnessGreenery, green so green it's in distressI want a life with a filter onIt's frosty, light, and pinkIt sparkles every time I wake upAnd the palm trees sing with the windTornadoes don't exist, only people's heartsBeaming up to the skyA tall light appears, so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2923019/ I have to cry for what has not happenedLet go of what could have been For it is futile to think another timeline has ever existedI have to cry for what has made me so angryLet go of what I could have doneFor it is futile to think I could've knownI have to cry for the opportunities wastedLet go .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2922422/ I don't feel wellI think I want to f**k up my lifeI want to cry all the timeShut the door, leave it all behindI have to cry for a whileSometimes I'm not even sure whyNothing makes me cryOr perhaps too many things just riseI have so much work to do on myselfOr perhaps not enough handsI want to give u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2921999/ Fainted painProlific agents of flames, corresponding with the gents who sit on an island of créme. Microwave your frozen jam, and turn on your TV, electrify your brain, nod your head yes. Turtle strangled with paper straws, oggling the  Big Mac sitting on the floor right across the door .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2921890/ She said, "I can't do it, Ma'I'm so scared of deathLife swallows me whole sometimes,And death passes me byI question but never verifyFalse truths get me byThe corridor of chance is a labyrinth,But nobody ever told me about thatAnd once I turn my back on life,Death sneaks around."Ma' said, "Don't que.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2921487/ I think loneliness follows me everywhereBut I don't know if loneliness even wants me thereOr if it plays hide and seekA trick to make the fickle grow thick http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2921338/ Happiness feels like a choiceI've danced in the rain, lightning hit me all at onceThe balls of life call and frown, calling you not to just jog but runIn a forest with a broken car, the tar blinds your eyesAnd your brown intestine spills from your mouthBut with all this time, offered like fine wineH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2921285/ Gently, softly, particularly angryNo altitude, no frenzyA carpet full of stickers that says "Thee! Thou shalt see the stars!"Oh, really? I could get so high up in the sky?Oh, to finally feel a sensory load of crashing blobs of starsThat say hello, no more cylinder of doves, only beverage of stars, c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2920745/ A sex worker wearing pistols in her guts,A childless woman screaming into the voidThree dead men beating a horse,A horse riding to get to workA secretary vomiting into a sewer,Donald Trump writing "Loser" with clayA poor man living in a poor land,Burning down old techA crowded subway with waiters ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2920310/ She felt the mice on her bed were just crawling over her leg, and the holes in her walls seemed like dangerous, foolish flaws. The white carpet had turned grey with footsteps, pacing back and forth under sunsets, Mars, and tales. Sand stuck inside her shoe as she showered, gazing out at a blue ocean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2920135/ You look into the iristhe soul, its emphasis,their bold eyes, or the lack of it.A story lingers, bordering on cinephile,like a dream room filled with films,hidden within conduits of secret feelingsYou meet them for only a moment,unaware they’ve lived a million moviesa lifetime of scenesAnd as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2920068/ Watch the sky withdraw, its beauty adorned with icy artificeSnow settles in the wind,Gently caressing the things that made it realA carpet of snow settling in the grotesque view of the city,Barely real, this wind, but it feels crisp and cold,Like all it needed, after all, was to be pressed by the wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2919474/ Scented body flittering in the ginI take in, I take in the mintI used to swim into oceans of distilled waterAnd wonder why I felt so thinI want to chew on liquorAnd dance until my heart flickersI am nothing but a bartenderAttending the joys of winterBasking in the sun of flowersI believe life has al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2918468/ Missed opportunity, so unprecedented,And the president's public eye has deniedThe free rides of a few, by pure design,Reflections of traditions, distorted in fractionsThe holiday routines, hiding the monotony of autonomy,Or so it thinksAn unsung role of a soul that needs a remarkable break from coal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2915929/ Born with a general anesthesiaI die again and call for the blackNo rainbow to justify the blindFighting to be born againIt's an affair to die againOr a joke with a jarring smellMany affairs of love means careand maybe at some point the airwas pressed to the core with a friendSpread on toastbut I'm f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2915213/ You could threaten suicide,and the universe would keep on turning,and turning, and turning.You could give gold to a silver tree,and it would turn green,its leaves shifting to fuchsia pink,and the universe would throw a brick,your head turning to stone.And you'd keep on spinning,and spinning, and spi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2912402/ Do you think there's a heaven for those of us who are pressed like juice, thrown into a vessel of tedious mashed-up peels from old fruits, fruits that were eaten and then vomited as soon as they dropped down into the acid of our guts?Do you think we’re somehow more special because we’ve .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2912012/ You've got to be strong, my friend, this life is not candy, it's concrete, but you pretend that it won't take so long, in the end, for the world to renew itself like a snake. I've got to tell you something, my friend, this life is not for the weak, indeed, it's more than you could ever imagine. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/larastones/2909852/