http://slow.writerscafe.org/rashalama The original writings of author Rasha Lama en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026380 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hemingway's Iceberg Theory applied to a long-distance relationship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1636975/     We ventured outside the cage they put us in. Crumbling rocks under our toes, we walked upon shriveled roots that once held life. The end of the path revealed a small shed. Soon, we were to house it into our own. With our united efforts, we supported the foundation with promises. Our si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1636971/ As I sail alone between the mountains of light and mountains of beauty, I cannot help but feel this disattachment from you, from me, from it all. With your hands lost in the sea, I see waves clasping around currents on the shoreline. What a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1603432/ i'm not into religion but i thought i'd try writing about it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1603427/ After a day at the beach and a long sleepless night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1564146/ let the wind whistle through your eyelashes and let it echo to the creases of your fingertips. let the music flow through your body and give you life. you were born with that melody. your flaws make up the song of your body. one day you’ll find the one with her song made for yours. like the st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1557701/ i'm living in a pill where puddles seem to be the only way out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1549194/ With her almond brown hair dancing behind her as she ran towards the sun, it was hard not to see her as a blooming flower growing towards the light. Her childish smile shone collecting her peachy cheeks at the vicinity of her dimples, like rainwater in a gutter after a harsh spring shower. She was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1545042/ ironic how i wrote this while driving through a desert http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1538443/ there is no end to this feeling-no end to this poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1522557/ Maybe one day I'll jump into the hole in the sky and watch the burning colours of light ripple across your heart. You'll find me wading in the river, catching glimpses of wonder in handfuls. I'll collect it all while everyone is still paralyzed. No matter where I explor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1511040/ loving someone when it's time to let go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1511026/ Among a gas of hidden, the light shapes into a crescent. The top forming the land of the empty; the bottom engulfed in a shadow.All will cease to exist one day. The light will escape and glow in bland surroundings.There is a delicate view among rumble of the dull. Across is the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1511004/ Fill the moon up with my love.Tilt it back and let the warm tint glowas your veins fill with sandy water and light up your heart.Play the melody of time.Watch the colour bruise in your palms.Your eyes will be drawn towards the dark with a crimson filter ahead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1510998/ I clip the past like fingernails down the drain as theyswirl into a crescent like the moon in the sky when we laid side by side. Mynails were safe in the palm of your hands as our ears danced like the faintstarlight in the sky. What we had is now stuck in a shell,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1510703/ just felt inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1503865/ i was feeling a bit inspired one morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1500350/ ive been trying to understand this hidden feeling for a while now so this poem is the closest ive ever come to explaining it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1500345/ I am an empty tune too full of misery. I'm waiting for the night to let go of myself and lose every part of me in the ocean.Time will freeze and I'll be free. My thoughts won't be caught in a box, my freedom lost in the desert. Veins will pour red for the weeds and eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1500304/ most of my love poems have something to do with distance (reflection of what was going on in my mind at that time) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1500296/ It's when the sky bleeds out and leaves stains on the clouds,And when I wake up at 4am to my thoughts of you kissing me,It's how you play our song for years no matter how far we are,And when I know that you would give up the stars for me,These are the times where my heart explodes and bursts into th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1500293/ an angsty piece but they always turn out to be the best ones http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1500290/ the closet I’ve come to explaining how a broken heart feels like especially when it’s yourself who’s broken it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1498695/ Some stranger on the street once asked me, "Why are you so happy?" I replied, "Well the clouds are out and the sun is shining" The next day, the stranger asked, "Do you always have something to smile about?"  I responded, "Yes of course!" One cold morning, the clouds were grey and swarmed the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1496447/ My problems don’t matter when I’m in the horizon. I am hidden between the lake and the sky. I look out at the world as I sit patiently on the bench. My body warm under a blanket and dream of the day I am there. Between the beauty of it all where no one can possible see me.r.l   (11... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1496422/ In a split second my mind knew how it began. As soon as I understood myself, I forgot it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1495951/ Night walks by the beach where lights on the ocean look like Van Gogh paintings and the sand having my footprints but missing yours. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rashalama/1495945/