http://slow.writerscafe.org/callmemadi_b The original writings of author Madi Bellon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128609 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I tried something different with this poem, it's longer than what I usually do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1824371/ This poem is dedicated to my dreams, which always seem to find their way back to me when I am awake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1821349/ Since I was a child, I grew up with a love of flowers. I admire their colors, their alluring smells, and of course, how they look in general. I also love how not one flower is alike, but how they are all different in beautiful ways. One flower in particular that caught my eye one day just happened .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1817348/ Holding on, restless nightsFilled with dreams, and starry skies.Losing sight, breathing sighs-Exhaling air,And finding light.Hand in hand, gazing eyes-Locked in love, And holding tight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1817333/ Euphoria This heartbreak is enticing-a chill runs down my spine,when I think about lovingyou, and I can call you mine. GazeI sometimes find myself looking at you,I could gaze at you all day.I find that when I look at you, I cannot look away.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1805710/ I thought that you could see me, I thought that I was one-That only you laid eyes upon.Is this what you've become?I used to say I love you, You were my heart and soul.The fire that once burned for you-Is out, and now it's cold. You used to be my lifeline, love.But, you left and caused.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1805708/ The happiness is failing,It's what the devil said.The pain is merely slipping, From my heart into my head. My thoughts are loudly screaming, They're coming from this voice. It felt like when I left you,I didn't have a choice.I didn't know I could be, Sick from all my thought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1804139/ my nightmares, my empty criesthe heartache, and the heaving sighswere all parts of my endless nightswhen i cried over youi almost died over youand you left me, but i still write about youyou were my pain and my heroini couldn't get enough of you, with everykiss you killed me moreyou left me a body w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1804135/ Chapter OneIt happened again, I thought. I had that dream again.I sat up in bed, running my hands through my hair. “What does this mean?” I murmured, rubbing my hands together. Since last September, I have been having recurring dreams regarding the same situation: fire, murder, and war. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1804129/ It was around nightfall when hell began. The screams of people, my people, were heard from miles away. I heard the distant, and whimpering cries of people begging for mercy. The screams alone made my heart ache, not just for them, but for myself as well. I knew that whatever was happening to them wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1803887/ Takeo, a young boy living in Queens, New York, started having strange dreams last September. Little does he know the dreams are actually memories from a girl who is running away to save her life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/callmemadi_b/1803884/