http://slow.writerscafe.org/MarinaAr The original writings of author Marina en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041473 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Grew a cyst, freaked out, made a fuss about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/2163380/ Last night he had a feverish dreamHe was swimming in a sea of red Screams hovering above him like distorted seagullsBodies floating on the water around himSlimy green and whiteThe sky was orange like it was on fire.He was panting, his eyes bulging from their socketsHe was in agony, but he could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/2160598/ Unfolding random thoughts on a Friday night. Also, I'm back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/2160484/ I'm back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/2047715/ I freak out lately,all these thoughts rushing through my headthe what-ifs and the no-waysthe scenariosthe flinching lightsthe scare through my eyesthe sweat forming on my foreheadthe tears stuck behind my eyesand the screams trapped halfway through my lungsthey turn to coughsthey turn to burnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1999673/ Playing with the surreal. Sadly, the babies question is too real. Disclaimer: I have nothing against accountants. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1973257/ Not the kind of scary you'd think. Kids watch out please. Thanks to Paul Bell who helped with the twisted-ness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1970535/ It was the less I could do Words spurted outlike the girl's vomit on the floorVomit wordsStinky wordsA mirror written with red lipstickLive, Love, LaughI swear I could see these words formed in the vomit A screaming fatherA weeping motherAn eyeless childA starry sky A dog licking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1966965/ To the lady downstairs. You are my f*****g idol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1964350/ First thing I did was to mute my phoneBecause I realized how sensitive you are to soundsEver so slowlyI started muting myself Completely shut me out from my personal lifeit was as if none of this matteredbecause I was with you You could have me wholeYou could mold meYou could shape me&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1959130/ I see myself getting lost in yougradually,methodically,undeniably.Now my fragmentsof what I (am) used to beare my only companions-my reminders-that somewhere in youthere is mefighting its way outJust like a sun raythat's trapped in blocksand blocksand blocksof cementescapes from its smallest ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1958345/ I departEveryday from the port of existenceTo arrive to nothingnessOne might questionThis illogical trip of mineAs I VoluntarilyChoose to disappearEvery dayIsn't it what trips are good for?I put the dis- in appearI am an expert in that-A skill formulated aftermany arduous reappearingsto nothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1956820/ What is it about youthat makes me feel so small and invisibleSometimes it's likeme and the fly on the f*****g wall are the same thingEqually unnoticeableEqually separated from the worldWhen I'm with youI strive to be someone other than meBecause me might not be enoughMight not be good enoughTo match.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1945092/ Greek summer is a thing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1930010/ Prague through a beer bottle. Okay, I didn't overdo it as much as the poem lets you think. I had to keep my soberness to try all the beer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1912790/ Got bored of poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1897723/ Where is your jacket? I didn't feel like wearing one today. I see. Give me your hand. Let's go for a walk. What's happening to you? Nothing what do you mean? Your hand disappeared, I only have sand in my fingers.Oh that's because the wind is blowing. I should have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1891558/ What happens in my town every Carnival is a 10 day surrealist craze beyond any logical comprehension. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1888309/ Completely immersed in the Valentine spirit etc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1886077/ We all need a Johnnie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1885690/ Elisabeth your arm fell off again-Bloody hell, that getting out of the grave businessis starting to get on my nerves James.You mean the ones hanging from your neck? That line stopped being funny after the fifth time you know. Help me put that back-I know you hate it gorgeous but we have to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1882910/ The full moon rises giving light to the shrouded figures sat motionless deep within the woodsThe Circle begins to stirStrange chants in the dead of night give way as the Black Angel rises from her sacred graveThe Circle entwined, taking power from her inner beingScreams in the night Give warningAs b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1880952/ True story of my encounters yesterday. Characters are 100% real. Well Eddie's name is different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1877551/ Sometimes men disgust me. True story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1877185/ Not a true story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1875808/ What pessimists, optimists, realists and the rest of ists do in their monthly meetups. 'Cause they totally happen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1875379/ Got a little dark suddenly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1875053/ That's it Jess, I'm bringing down the big guns. Oh you actually brought your bazookas. How do you intend to use them? Well for starters I'm going to blow up somethingAnd for main dish?What? Well you said starters, so I assumed-Nevermind, hand me that grenade. That's a pomegr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1875006/ In the Christmas mood etc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1867819/ It's Paul's fault. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1866435/ Yeah, just another one yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1860332/ Rather naughty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1858415/ Yes, it's exactly what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1857021/ The second part of Rockabillie Nellie poem. Co-written with Paul Bell's genius. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1856308/ Just making characters out of songs again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1853505/ An educative collaboration with the writing giant Paul Bell. Fun times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1852962/ Sadly, not a true story. Also, in case someone is offended know that it's not my problem. I am just having fun! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1848651/ I drank all the sangria there was. It was a mighty good sangria. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1847842/ Feelin' rather sassy. I was inspired by the song below. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1842645/ Friday night fun mood: What would be the last thing you would wanna do if you the world was ending? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1840640/ A love poem. Not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1839036/ just experimenting, free style, free flow, free everything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1838883/ A continuation of Practical World in a stream of consciousness style. Sometimes I wish that life would just be easier. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1838685/ I am finally writing about the shithole I am living. Perhaps some of you are in a similar position. At least, I hope I am not the only one! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1836243/ It's about f***ing time I think :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1834333/ Not really a story, not really a poem. I wish there weren't categories to choose from. It is what it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1833780/ Two o f my heroes talking with each other about life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1833090/ Tread this one carefully-it's me that you are reading. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1832793/ A short rant on why the world lacks some obvious solutions to important problems. Or just a short rant. You tell me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarinaAr/1832777/