http://slow.writerscafe.org/ryn_elysabeth365 The original writings of author Ryn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031727 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 -1:07 am-you dont sleep much.the sky turned orange and yellow tonight. and the clouds passed so slowly. it felt like the day i met you. you were so tired and i was so nervous. but that didnt stop the flowers from blooming.-1:10 am-you have nightmares when you close your eyes. i can hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1911338/ home is seashells wading in the salty water/its the trembling hands that crave his touch/and the clouds that readily cover the sun/home is trees dancing with the swirly wind/its the toes that curl on a warm day/and the birds that sing with the rising sun/home is dirt roads being layered with cold sn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1874862/ {part one of poems i will never finish}-it's 9:16 and i feel like vomitting up all the love i have for him. but i know i need to keep it under lock and key for the nights my bones wont stop shaking. on the nights i forget what a beautiful love we had. my mother told me i should focus more on wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1874861/ he used to come home late/after the sun went to sleep/before the lights began to flicker/he used to come home late/after mother closed her eyes/before my eyes became sleepy/he used to come home late/after the tv began playing reruns/before the neighbors stopped playing with fire/he used to come home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1772759/ -i would tell you that the moon is orange tonight and it shines brighter than the darkness in my mind, or that there are stars out tonight and that counting them reminds me that the universe is endless and we are so small. i would tell you that the light you see in the sky is not a street light, nor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1744768/ -i wish i had known what i had before i let it slip through my fingers. and that sometimes love doesnt last even if five years later you still find yourself remembering the good old days when he held your hand and no one else would. but you thought there was more to see. i wish i had known that ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1732242/ the silence in this room is deafeningi cannot hear the rain outside my window or the wind beating the trees against the housei cannot hear the small drops painting the glassor the leaves crumpling with the windi wish i could hear the sun shine on every dark placeevery little crevice that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1729787/ this one is a late night poem that i wrote in around 15 mins. i think it still needs work, but it's 2 am and i have decided to post it. (also if you know whether roofs is rooves (plural) plz lemme kno http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1727425/ -beauty isnt the size of your shirt or the way that your pants fit around your waist. beauty is not the number that appears every time you step on that scale. beauty is not how much food you eat, or how much you dont eat. beauty is not the way your hair sticks to your face after you go swimming in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1726062/ -she told me that the moon comes out during the day sometimes, and when it does it reminds her of the day she fell in love, so caught off guard by the way his eyes consumed her every being. and that his laugh was the most comforting sound. she told me that the moon hides behind the clouds some night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1726060/ -grace is when i run away and he still makes the clouds beautiful and the clover on the ground green, and even though i keep running he never stops chasing me.- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1726057/ -i tend to run away from him inside my head, as if venturing back into when i was five and holding rocks in my hand will ever change the fact that he loves me- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1726056/ -i promise you are beautiful. Even when you've been crying all day and you smell like your bed sheets. Even if you have a few marks here and there. Even when you have a little more here and there than others. You are never a disgrace. Never a failure. Never a waste of space. Even on days when you ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1726055/ -pain is inevitable. i know that. but i still find myself standing on the edge of everything wondering what it would be like just to touch the ground at 10 miles per hour or faster. i still find myself searching for something to relieve the pain in my chest, even though i know i threw out everything.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1726053/ -as the sun went down i could feel my toes begin to freeze, and it reminded me of last summer when you swung on swings too high and always balanced on the edge of sidewalks, daring to touch the road where death could consume you at 50 miles per hour. i thought to myself that mother would have a fit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1724613/ -He did not want to hearHow the flowers growOr why the sun risesBut he had toBecause that is what you doWhen your whole world crashes downYou are to make it out alive No matter how much it hurtsYou have to accept itBut he wanted nothing moreThan the love of his lifeTo stand t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1724610/ a love note from God. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1724609/ -6:08--it rained yesterday. the water stained everything it could touch. and it reminded me of last november when you ran too much and mother told you to eat more. i thought to myself that you had the nicest body and that every one must love you. the sun never shined yesterday and it reminded me o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1724534/ -5:59-its stormy outside. and it reminds me of last winter when you left the house before the sun woke up. you were always so quiet, as if we were too precious to wake. but i always awoke to see you disappear into the dark. the rain hits the windsheild and i think of how i used to dream of places .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1724533/ -6:31--i was told that we have control over our emotions. and i guess thats true. but i wish someone told me that sometimes your emotions control your actions. and that no matter how hard you try sometimes the pain in your chest wont leave, no matter how warm the sun makes the air feel. i was told.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1724532/ -tell me. when you mess up do you lay awake at night cursing your own name? do you draw lines of red on your pretty skin to remind yourself how imperfect you are? tell me. when you have a good day is it because of someone else? or is it because you went to the lake and traced lines in the sand inste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1724530/ -take long drives with your mom, let her tell you stories of how life used to be before your dad moved out. let her cry in front of you, and laugh at all of her jokes. because she is just trying to know the daughter that she has raised, hoping that she raised you better than she ever was. visit yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryn_elysabeth365/1724528/