http://slow.writerscafe.org/KarenQuezada The original writings of author Sea Light en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123325 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The day we met was like any other dayYou were a boy I was a girl in playYou had something to prove I was easy preyOur lives were bound to change that dayWhen my eyes met yours I just knewThe fate of the world chose me to be with you I can feel my dreams being taken w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1541925/ Every day I want peel awayThe first layer of my face, I Then want to peel the second Layer, then third, then fourth,I am ugly, not because of my Face, because I have an ugly Soul underneath my skin, it Wants to come out and untoOthers as they have unto me Revenge .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1541916/ Here lie my last words. The days past unheard.My blue ribbons underneath my blue bell dress,Beating pulses leave my unrest. Crack my skin, my raw hide. Unplug my dreary master, untied.Lessons never learned, words spoken never heard.Die the old me and be reborn, my rebirth be warn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1541907/ May I call it love, to want to peel your skin off your bonesBreak them to pieces with boulders and stonesI'll devour you, my mouth full of your fleshLet's bathe in your blood, red cleanse refreshDrape your skin over my body as your queenRip out your eyes and leave me unseenI'll fondle yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1535348/ It was Wednesday afternoon when Kate decided to go to Garden Greens, her local garden store. She made a premeditated list of things she didn’t really need to buy, but were essential for tonight. She grabbed some rope, about fifteen feet long, and a couple of cinder blocks. Before she purch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1528233/ I can’t say the words, please hear me Please open your eyes, I need you to seeYou are my friend, my soul, my lovePlease understand I can’t hold my head aboveThe monster within is holing me down I’m afraid I’ll let myself drown, drownIt’s not you it’s m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1526840/ Teacher of historyArtist of mysteryMute you are, your eyes see clearlyYoungest daughterWhere have you wanderedWhat places past have you discoveredSeer into the pastHard lessons are vastOf men who's dices were castWar ravaged landsSoldiers and bothers standAgainst their fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1526100/ The second sonThe chosesn oneLiving for the present doneHe cannot hearYet a smile appearsHe is a loving dearLight up the way Live for todayIn this moment staySword in hand, follow your heartUp to the stars they are your chartYour journey is about to startBe true to th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1525429/ I know that today is the end. Today I will die, yesterday is merely a dream, and tomorrow will never exist. This world is sad, so beautiful and sad. Because it will never know me, and all the wonderful possibilities, the endless adventures were all a fools dream. Waiting in hopes that someone will t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1524205/ For the longest time I have been sitting here in the darkLiving in a long never ending life of miseryBurying my head within my hands to forget my life’s history Then you came alongYou reached out to me in a vision of whiteYou illuminated my blackened sight You took my hands in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1524201/ Caution signs on the molding post penetrates the dewy grass as it gently sways to the leftIt’s slightly askew, sturdy as a pillar.The bold florescent wards off the cautious, not the curious Incoherent murmurs whisper unseen specters below the rigged cliffs streaked with saltPlasmas of gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1524194/ You keep me, keep me awakeYour arms hold, hold me as I shakeI can't breath, breath too deepAs your chest, chest smothers me while I sleepCome down on me, come downSilence my thoughts, silence the soundMy heart won't beat, won't beat without youI want your love, love me tooI want,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1524186/ She is a child of early dawn The day of yesterday goneThe light of tomorrow's sunThe eldest of three, she cannot seeYoung of age her eyes bleedDrops of crimson petal beadsYet she always looks aheadThough her eyes are gone and deadTears she never shedsShe holds her lantern hig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1520121/ Where is, there is The push on my shouldersOn my arms and my sidesThe force grabs at meMy face and my clothesRipping them and me apartI can't fathom the violenceThe rage and the powerFlat on the wallMy back on my shadowThere is the kissRough on my virgin lipsNumb on the bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1518558/ Grey clouds hug the skyline Orange sun indicate new day On the bus she’s on her way to pay The bills that leave the thrills Of living out on the street with cold chills Streaking across labored spine That in due time Will crack, break, and shatter Because of a husband kicking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1518540/ Desolateness surrounds us in devastationWe are deprived in destitution Only in our company have we managed to remain in continuous existence We only survive in the hopes we can die to be born againSwallowing us whole we slide down the throat of gods and drown in salt, sand and fire. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1512584/ This was the part that I hated; Friday sessions with my psychiatrist, Dr. Anna Davidson. She’s a petite woman with curly brown hair that comically bounced when she moved her tiny head. She’s the quirky type, with the high voice to match. She always smiles at every beginning of each sess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1512049/ He has fallen, slain down slowly Once a bronze solider, once Now a heap of a moment that was greatA Stolen victory, taken by the relentless enemy Now dying like the eve of last year’s first light Vapors of his last breaths dissipates into the darkStars gleam, the eyes of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenQuezada/1512036/