http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShawnaMars The original writings of author Shawna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984128 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The dying flames of the patriarchy dimmedYet still, they burned against her skinDreams of independence strainedPulling at the chains that wrapped around themAssigned roles and silent expectationsGlances of disdain or pityThe invisible burdens piled onCracking both her back and willSuffocating, break.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/2882635/ The colors of beauty One often thinksOf shimmering bluesOf the oceanFrom light Mediterranean toDeep sea near blackOr perhaps beauty is in theTwinkling white Of a snow capped mountains topsInstead, maybe true beautyCan be found in a greenThe bright optimistic green of the foliag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/2773811/ He watches meI see him, and he knows I doAn urge, a whimTo approach the manWho stands in shadowYet in his eyes a light gleamsPromising pleasure or pain,Whichever is desiredAn outstretched hand beckonsAs a ribbon of lust uncurls within my coreWhat temptation is this, from this Pri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/2156716/ Behold the wombThat ancient roomWhere life and death beginBehold the wombMy child's tombA soul never to be bornBehold the wombWhere death does loomFor baby then for meBehold the wombThat ancient roomThat stops a beating heartBehold the wombMy child's tombAnd vanqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/2145755/ Work in Progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/2145505/ I sit and ponder, Left to wonder about this relationship between you and I...I came to you when I was young,Needing hope, wanting love,Desiring a father to watch over me from above.You inspired, you lifted me up, and I trusted that this was who you wereI gave my life, my self, my heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/2145504/ There's a part of me that grievesAnd always willA part of me that has gone darkThe light will no more shine thereA piece that criesCeaselessyMourning the lossMourning the life that never wasBut was a part of meThe rest of me moves onGoes back to workHas to be a mother and a spo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/2028908/ Jewel-like sparkle in up-turned dark eyesUnderneath star dotted skiesLittle boy excitedly grasps Mama's handInhaling the scents of crisp twilight and sweet summer landEternities spread above the pair in a canopy of splendorNight beheld in innocent wonder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/2028907/ My songs of praise have fallen silent Silent as my baby's cries That mustard seed of loving faith Sits now black with decay I prayed for mercy and wept for healing But those pleas dispersed to stillness Stillness, like the haunting empty stillness Instead of baby's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/2008448/ Stone by stoneI build your homePiece by pieceA structure formsTo keep you safeTo keep you wholeEven as your teardrops rollStone by stoneI build your homeBrick by brickI build it upTo keep you foreverSnug and tightNo more will you have to fightStone by stoneI build y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1969584/ Death has won it's prize!Body now corpse, life now tomb,hollow heart cries out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1932031/                Meanwhile, a fewneighborhoods away, Klaus, sporting a strange wound on his forehead thatresembled the hammer of a pistol, sat down in the living room of MarybethAnderson.  “So, Mrs. Anderson, after sheleft the car, in which di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1928241/ Klaus slowly hung the phone back up.  Marybeth could be heard on the other end,“Did you hear me?  Hel-“  He then sank back into his seat and openedthe pill box back up, taking out another of the small, purple pills.  “I’m goin’ to OD, if I keep t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1918896/ It wasn’t the initial bang of the door beingkicked in that awoke Maisy; it was Jessica’s blood-curdling scream. There wereonly seconds for her brain to try to process the noise before more handsreached for her and pulled her from her bare mattress. With her own scream,that she wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1918886/ Daily I wander these gray hallsSuffocated by sterile wallsWhile at home, a child calls."Mama, Mama," he cries to meAs I struggle to be freeFrom my bleak captivity"Coming, I'm coming..." I whisper outHolding back a painful shout,"For the love of God, just let me out!"They say .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1899534/ Lying here in bedI wonder, what the meaning of it isForever I shall sit and ponderEvery night a little longer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1899503/ We are both women, so I did assume That in the lives of those we both love For the both of us, there would be room. With everything in me I came into this with the intent to bridge The gaping ravine you left in your family with your infidelity Now your children are within my home, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1894897/ On one stormy night, when lightening lit the darkened sky and rain fell down on all below, one tiny beautiful boy was born. He emerged from his mother breathing fire in a fit of rage and kicking so hard that the very Earth quaked. For though this boy was tiny, he was born possessing a great strength.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1879968/ Gotta keep it going, Girl,people rely on you.Bills to be paid,house to be cleaned,job needs your best,and your baby needs even better.Keep it all going, Hon,or it will come crashing.Gotta keep it going,because they all rely on you.Can't buckle, can't quit,Can't lay downthat w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1870406/ "Goo,"The little boy saysin his just-learning-to-use-it little boy voice"Goo."Sometimes with a smile,sometimes with a seriousnessthat belies his tiny chubby face."Goo,"What does he hide in that special little sound?What does he mean to tell uswith words he hasn't yet found?"G.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1869346/ I want to touch youTo run my hands up your chestFeel the steady thump of your pure heartI want to reach insideTo spread my soothing balmOn your ancient blistered scarsI want to swim withinExplore the peaks and valleysThat form your truest selfI want send a sparkTo enflame y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1862765/ Like a precious gemSlowly becoming unearthedMy boy's sweet smile shines http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1862764/ Long ago I dreamt a dreamOf lovers soft and sweet kissPressed innocently on puckered lipsA gentle hand to clasp in mineA dearest love to call my ownAlways joyful, my happy endThis dream of mine held to my heartNever fulfilledBut never to departStill that dream has not been me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1852622/ I look upon your little sleeping face Your chubby cheeks with their rosy hue Your tiny chest rising and falling, that I constantly have to check To assure myself that you are safe The love I feel for you almost overwhelms me And I could cry with the joy of finally holding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1845619/ Spiders scattered through shallow ravineAllowing what is seen to never be unseenIt started on a serene streetA chance encounter, a friendly meetA word of greeting, a simple requestHas now resulted in needless restFor in that hole where spiders laySwiftly was doused further chance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1783758/ Away it floated through the skySwiftly lifted from my eyeBefore I could say my fond good byeLike a dream or wisp of smokeOver the branches of yon great oakLeaving all behind as just a jokeI run to chase my dearest friendOpting that it was not the time to endTo lose such joy, my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1778584/ I sleep in a bed and I am 7. I am silly. And I am a kid I am in school. I ride a bus to school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1755229/ There had been many theories about how she had been murdered; though none, I promise you, who knew the truth. The truth of it, my friends, is that she was brilliant and beautiful; a golden ray of purest light in this dark world. She brightened my path with her light-hearted laughter, coming into my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1752012/ Awaiting the spirit of Spring I long for birdsong to fill sweet air For sunlight to stream through clear windowpane To finally feel that chill of bitter winter wane Watching and waiting Like seeker of old In suspense, I await Earth's life story to unfold But despite bright yellow sun .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1751604/ A sparkA lookThe briefest touch did start this lifeMeeting, growing, dividingFrom tiny ball of living cellsThis life did form withinA tiny lifeSeed of hopeMy dreams for you now formWill you be a dancing girlTo dress in pinkWith braids and bows?Or will you be our strong young .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1741865/ We started out friends,Barely that even, writersJust writers who liked to put words to the paperWorlds and miles away from one anotherDuring the apocalypseFull of chaos and disasterOver beer and cigarettesI learned of your talentYour depth of character began to show throughAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1722415/ A collaboration with BLitZeD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1720145/ Collaboration with BLitZeD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1712716/ Written for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1711163/ I live within the state of my death Stolen, forgotten, lost forever Is the precious flow of living breath Ages have come and eons have gone I've watched the world in its most foolish endeavor And all the ways it has gone wrong My long stilled heart no longer breaks For silly lives .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1708326/ There is a girl called Despair With porcelain skin and ebony hair She steals into lives to take away hope Of poor lost souls at the end of their rope Her touch without mercy So you can see This daughter of darkness Will devour you with an empty caress Her brother is often named D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1707271/ I saw Daddy hit Mommy todaySaw his hand swing And my little sister criedI waited on the couchWhere Mommy said she hated Daddy todayAnd I wanted to cryI saw little brothers Daddy hurt Mommy todayHis fingers fisted in her hair911 talking in my earI told them he was going away n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1703208/ Lying next to youIs where I always want to lieIn your arms, to feel your warmthMy heart rises up to flyWalking next to youIs where I always want to walkAlong the street, and through my daysYour presence the key and my heart the lockStanding next to youIs where I always want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1703113/ Written for a contest. The first six lines were written by another writer (BLitZeD), the task was to complete the poem. This was my take on it, hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1675596/ My daydreams flow throughMy mind like a playSometimes they resolveSome questions or fears.Others times they just amuse,Confound, or confuse.But most often latelyThey revolve around you.They play through scenesThat we've said or we've done.Sweet scenes that I hold toWith smiles .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1674194/ I am a thinker,I know myself well.With my thoughts I like to tinkerTwisting and tossing them in a way so swell.But sometimes my thoughtsCan get out of control.At times the twisting gets caughtMaking it difficult to rollWith the flow.So when I get scaredAnd up rises the urge to go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1674192/ A scene based on the characters from A Bard's Tale, set after the end of the book, and possibly might make it into its own book someday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1661546/ Just a quick note to say good night,As I dwell on all that's right.For my love, my heart's true joy,there is no reason to be coy.I love you,for all you are and all you do.For you I smile through the tears,your sweet love casts away my fears.I once thought love was just for fools,bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1660328/ Tap    Tap         TappingOn the wallVoices filtered from the hallcalling to hasten my downfallTap     Tap        Tappingto get a holdcrazy, crazy, those voices toldas I shiver in the coldTap &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1656804/ A collection of short stories based upon the life and adventures of Alexander IV, Kind of Macedonia, Conqueror of Greece, and Lord of Persia... or better know as Alexander the Great. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1655819/ A short story based on the falling out of Alexander the Great and his father King Philip. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1655817/ LifeWhat is lifeThe poets and philosophers And scientists, all seem to agreeThat lifeLifeIs hard to defineSome say life is a stageAnd we each must play our partSome say life is the very breath of GodEven others sayThat life may beJust a simple electrical impulseThat beats m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1653423/ If I sing to you a love songWill it be enough?If I compose great endless heart-felt wordsWill it convince you of my love?I want to show you treasuresThat I hold within my heart.I want to show you cascades of joyAnd never be apart.So if I sing to you a love songWill you hear my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1652333/ A thudThen the sickly sweet smell of freshly loosed bloodAs grains of dirt crunch between my teethGreat globs of redNow drip from my crimson bladeA life now slainTaken without so much as a blinkTo the crescendo of applause from the crowdI raise my head proudlyBare-chested, unflinch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1645962/ About a boy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShawnaMars/1643435/