http://slow.writerscafe.org/Liakrenah The original writings of author Liakrenah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054646 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Freedom is a funny thing. I don't mean the freedom to live.I mean the freedom to feel, to think.Maybe I do mean the freedom to live.It's always the ultimate goal,And yet, when we finally find it,We don't know what to do with it.Do you poke it? Pet it?Freedom is part identity and part social.Whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1989598/ On a crisp, pale morning atop a lone mountain peak, the knight found himself beside the ice casket once again. The crystals had sealed in her beauty exactly. The golden waves lay perfectly around her face. Her freckled cheeks were tinted with a faint blush. The white wolf fur draped around her gentl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1954021/ When I said hello, I really meant"Can I trust you?"When I said let's talk politics, I really meant"Let's test you."When I said let's hang, I really meant"I want to get to know you more."When I said let's get breakfast, I really meant"I like you."When I said I had feelings for you, I really meant"I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1953764/ I have never writtenA happy poem, I sayAs I think of all my episodes Of depression, anxiety, and heartache.Wait a second, I have writtenA happy poem, I say.I can recall exactly whereI was sitting when I wrote them.Just two. Two poems.One when I realized I loved you.Two when I wanted to celebrat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1945949/ Let me tell you about a girl.Let me tell you about a girl who was so fucked upthat she fucked up the thing she treasured the most.A girl.Beaten.Assaulted.Wounded.Broken.Physically, mentally, emotionally.A girl who cowered at the firstGlimpse of freedom because it was so foreign.A girl who didn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1945948/ Some days are harder than others.I guess, you already knew that though.The funny thing is,It always comes down to humans.Some days are longer than others.I just get so frustrated, you know.I often wonder why,People do the crazy things they do.Some days are happier than others.I appreciate your confi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1737597/ The tight knot in your stomach. No. Stop. The adrenaline that makes your knees feel weak and you head feel light. Just breathe. It will pass. The pins and needles that start running up your arms. The inner panic. Oh God. Not here. Not now. Although honestly, is there a good place for it to happen? G.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1737593/ God, Erica, Why are you so paranoid?God, Erica, Why are you so sensitive?God, Erica, Why are you so weird?God, Erica, Why are you so dramatic? I’m sorry that it would it take so long toexplain.I’m sorry that I can’t trust you yet.I’m sorry t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1719981/ Life is likeThe lick of a blackberry,The sharp needle of bitternessWith the fresh taste of a cloud.The cliff is so inviting,Your voice says no,But the whirring of your motherSays yes.You push her off the edgeWith both relief and pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1717447/ In a very tense relationship, daughter struggles to understand her mother's life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1717444/ ConfusionLost in spaceWho am I?Wandering aroundThis spaceIs this the right path?So many questions,Here in spaceHow will I know?It's okay,Just breathe in this space,You are safe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liakrenah/1717441/