http://slow.writerscafe.org/SariahMartineau The original writings of author SariahM en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987682 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I ride with the freaksin the train every morning,always moving forward to stay in the same place.always constant with style,flawless,we are still damaged.I sit with the freaksin the cafe every morning,drinking coffee like we will be able to taste it later,a grand delusion,but it is gone.I walk with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1988903/ There are pictures on the wall of thingsI can't remember. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1986207/ As the trees choke,leaves fade from a healthy green to a breathless crimsonand falling limp to the ground,they are soon to rot come the Spring.The frost creeps through the grass,birthed from the chills of an oncoming winter,sucking life from thosenot strong enough to continue.Make way for winter.A b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1985138/ I was reading a book, and one line popped out from the page and inspired me to write this poem "And like roses in his hand, death bloomed" This was just a quick draft... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1920277/ This is whatever you want it to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1784124/ This is whatever you want it to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1782947/ He has come to heal the hurt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1706464/ My dreams floatThrough theAir, bold,Courageous.Bold, but fragile.Dreams are to beKept in the heart,Not to be scorned byPeople with none.These peopleHave no dreams.Scorned are theDreams.Envied by allWithout.My dreamsAre meant toBe kept,But my dreams areWhat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1704835/ Tears fall down my faceRain falls from the skysalt and fresh interminglingtrickling down, down,Down.In the coldnessthere is no hopeno hope, but a dark,Empty void.He took my heart,and left me,breaking it to piecesTears and rain mixed.both of them arehere, the samemoment,the same life.There is no hope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1682356/ How, even though we think demons are bad, they can sometimes be good for you, let you hold on to your sanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1681338/ For emmajoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1681323/ Loving someone who doesn't even know you exist anymore... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1679524/ "A heavy heart lies in my chest and not a soul to see it." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1677450/ A way to describe death, a way to take the worry away because we cannot understand it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1676972/ a pondering of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1676819/ Just felt like it. After all I had just written the poem called: Standing alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1676812/ a poem about missing someone that you love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1676807/ a random poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SariahMartineau/1676559/