http://slow.writerscafe.org/nadiamarie20 The original writings of author riley marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776149095 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  it's slightly amusing;how your eyes were blindedwhen mine could see it,like mirrors and reflections lied to you.but i watched your faceas it changed.it went through every color in the spectrum.red to violet.everything fades in the sun, though.i believed that too.bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nadiamarie20/667925/ comfortablychapped lips pursed in thoughtrhythms of sound from the speakersto mask deniable realities there is trembling of shameno other option existsshaking hands lifting the poision alive and living wrongalive and living rightdifferent perspectives the mus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nadiamarie20/667919/ Tornado: - noun: a violent outburst, as of emotion or activity.Just like a tornado, unfamiliar, frightening, destructive to several lives, and therefore;I miss how you would let me know everyday how much I meant to you, how lucky you are to have meI miss how you wouldn’t care what hou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nadiamarie20/651302/ January 20th, 2010Owen,I’’ve decided to write yiou letter.s well, type you a leter is moer the correct term. It’s been 20 days since i lasd talked to you. I”ms orry if this is messy, i’ms drunk. Yes it’s my birthday and i’m taking time out to let my hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nadiamarie20/649362/  she sits alone in the darkall that is seen is the lightfrom her incence the air is warm but she is coldan evening of empty itinerariesthe smell of wood her thoughts take her elsewhereas time slips between her fingersthe light goes out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nadiamarie20/649084/ I tie my shoes as tight as I can.The journey ahead is long, challenging.My legs need to propel me forwardAs fast as they can,As far as they can.As I begin to run, I constantly fall;It's all ice here.I'm not used to this yet and so,The beginning is the most difficult,The hardest time to stay up,And k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nadiamarie20/649078/ it's about finding pleasurein the simplest of things;the touch of your own footagainst the paw of a cats,or waking up knowingyou've lived another day,or watching the wind blow what's in its path..sometimes life is betterwhen we focus on the smaller thingsthat make life so beautful and so rewarding,r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nadiamarie20/649076/ The distance was incredible.The waves I endured; astonishing. Several times I drowned, it seemed.But it only seemed.Because I was still alive,Breathing.The distance was incredible.The island of horror not even visible.A place full of stale emotions, stale memories.Of love.The lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nadiamarie20/649073/