http://slow.writerscafe.org/writersblock28 The original writings of author Lainey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776312728 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This basically represents my thought process http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/2173497/ As a medical anomaly, I try to vent artfully rather than bother my friends with constant complaints. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/2148938/ Burnt orange, russett red, and buttery yellow swirl in a loose tornado over the damp pavement.Chilled air sends unsuspected shivers down one spine and a shock of crisp oxygen through the nose of another.Worn leather boots crunch over a path filled with retired leaves.The sound of woodland creatures .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/2059636/ This is less of a poem than it is me expressing my feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/2054716/ The futureA glimmer of hope or a looming foreboding can weave into a web of uncertaintyGlimpses of the future may happen to some, but none may truly know what their life holds But that’s the point of it all, isn’t it?People are afraid of the unknown because they can’t p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/2026413/ I claw at the man-made walls of my prison,My soul searching for a form of release...but finding none.I see the world through windows of the soul that aren't mine.I am a puppet.I am pulled and pushed in the directions that I am toldWith no choice of my own, I am helpless to resist.The call of the aut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/2019373/ She falls in a swirl of colors; Eyes a kaleidoscope of intricate patterns.Her sense of timing has disappeared, And all that is left is time for reflectionShe faces herself;Memories and images flashing across her mind's eyeAs she comes to terms with who she is,And why her emotions have run .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/2015838/ I actually just wrote this about a bath bomb, but it takes on multiple meanings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1995793/ The disappointment that waits in that powder blue gaze-Destroys the soul into a ragged maze.Dreams of grandeur crowd her mind with liesShe desperately imagines as she closes her eyes.Forgotten characters arise swiftly from her youthBending reality and hiding the truthShe wants to escape, but she is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1986111/ This is just a compilation of my late night thoughts that I believe turned out to be a slightly decent poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1982681/ I pour my soul into my words untoldWith thoughts, feelings, and dignity to holdI doubt my work and I doubt my mindThe truth can be quite hard to findI write things down to keep myself sane.With all of these voices, I know only pain.They stay with me for practice to honeIt's definitely better than be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1961480/ Hope you enjoy my late night thoughts that I totally didn't mean to publish! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1944671/ What happens to beauty when it's never seen? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1938135/ I wrote this while I was walking on the beach http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1911981/ This poem is cut into two different parts. It starts out in first person, but it soon turns to advice given to the general reading audience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1907227/ Assassins are gifted, not just in the art of killing. They are gifted to bear the burden of Death itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1886582/ Music can cure many things... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writersblock28/1875572/