http://slow.writerscafe.org/LA%20Lorena The original writings of author LA Lorena en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981039 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 he suspects I amjust a naughty little minxtonight? he'll know it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1127530/ my fingers itch to impartinky lines upon pale pagesfor your pleasure   A wanton need fulfilled whenwrapped metaphors shroud mein mysteryand veiled intentions wear clever disguises   cloaked in lace imageryI prettily beg to be peeled backlayer by layerto expose that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1126762/ My-ku times three. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1126486/ Your candy coated sentiments don't amount to much keep your Hallmark memories, I'd rather feel your touchred roses simply make me sneeze, I'm not too sentimentaltie my wrists to bed posts, I far prefer the elemental A fancy dinner out is not the thing to get me in the moodIf you want to se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1125666/ We danced salsa and drowned our inhibitions in tequila and passionmy Spanish limited, his English haltingsmiles and bold glancespaved a road that words couldn'tsmoldering looks and brazen touchspoke more clearly than any words ever couldlanguage barrier breached, we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1125026/ I tryI do my partI recycle faithfullytry to control emissionsconserve energy when I canand use power smart appliancesbut I don't care what the enviromentalists have to say about it.  I've witnessed thetruly devasting resultsof a clear cut     and there's no bloody .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1118909/ Bags are checked, security clearedtakeoff imminent, now disappearedMexico will have to waitmy plane failed to make the gatesent me home in a checkered cabtaxi fare on Westjet's tabtry again, last flight tonightairline travel, this fool's plightIf I don't get into Vancouver todaysome airport asses ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1118823/ If you notice me missing for the next ten days, you'll now understand why. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1118237/ some think of me as naughty. some think of me as sweet. This should clinch it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1116856/ Just a poetic response to John Mc'Fadyen's poem . His poem was not directed towards me, but it sparked a thought, and touched a nerve. This poem is the result. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1115015/ When lights go down you're confidentthat you know how to pleasewith daybreak comes the nagging doubtand the tortured thoughts that teaseyou worry you're not man enoughto give me what I needyou measure value constantlyyour ego I must feedyou and I come from different worldsyou feel you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1114914/ your little wordssmall, but never insignificantslight in statureyet steeped in convictionmore powerful and meaningful than those swelling with letters appearing grandiose and steeped in verbosityyour little wordsspoke volumesplain speak of conviction, trust, honour and respectyour little w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1114886/ Never imagined I'd see the day when mere words could wound nor cut as deep and efficiently as yours did Rolling from your tongueoff the lips and outbruising flesh, bone and heartand everything in betweenin one fell swooplanding with that bitter nasty thudto lay writhing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1114605/ Bring thy lips to this cupand speak not of false promisesor saintly words of contritionI turn, give only my cheekand deaf earnumbly acceptingthose hollow wordsand kisses tastingof only semi-sweet chocolate red wine and minty toothpastedutifully receivingofferings that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1113212/ I walk zombie-like through these streets of reality, my existence neither here nor there.lips stilled and mute, silent, but ever listening for the cue of the music.eyes veiled, but alert and knowing, I wait patiently for that first chord. The music begins, I shed my skindance naked an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1112672/ Night-Night candy and the Captain, intent on carousing and arousing every living member (as well as those long dead) left a sticky sweet trail of post-it notes a mile long and used the cutlass to cut a swath of thread for posterity. I thank them for the colourful dreams that visited me in slumb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1112049/ kettle filledto brimming flick the switch onwait for element to heatexpectantly, drumming fingersgas ignited, it begins to glow comes to life in crimson hueas flames lick and flickerwatch mesmerizedobservewith eyes and earsdon't turn awaykeep watchinglisten closely, you can hear the soundsthe t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1111460/ An acrostic poem. Just playing with a new form. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1111440/ some eyes   Oh, they look, butnever really see, just what it isthat moves me.  they look, imagine what is there.You look, you see, and you knowkindred spirits? souls recognizethousand fantasies fulfilledno empty promises         &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1110907/ For those who have askedwe lasted slightly longerthan his bed frame did http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1110537/ My-ku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1110503/ walking home alone at nightI found myself at the end of a gun stupidity, carelessness, complacencyall combine into one fateful and tragic mis-step get in the car, or I will kill you cold eyes deadhe means ithope drainsfear sets inblood freezesmy fate sealedI'll be tomorrow mornin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1110280/ look into my eyessee my soul and touch my heart you feel me. naked   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1109816/ The ties that bind usgrow weak from tensile pressurewhen silk becomes chain    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1109814/ I'll not let onI carry on composed.  stoicmy surface granite encrustedmemories live, breathe, feeleyes dead hollowlong since drowned in depths of earthy brown I walk a different ocean's shoresyet those breezes ever carrythe co-mingled and lingering scent of loveChanel Sensuelle Allure and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1109733/ a rookie mistakeman shall not win war of wordsto try is futile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1108716/ I have nothing but disdainfor women who start their dayby putting the screws to the headof some poor sap or another   Oh, I still do it of courseI just figured out how to get paid for it      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1108302/ The Heels?   A simple elevationnot in statusbut in stature and in spirit they restore a long dormantsway and movement to these idle hipsand rewind my mindto once again rememberwhat it felt like to be a woman  Unless of courseyou have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1107657/ wide spaces and vast skies of poetic verse leave much to interpretation inviting one to fill in the voids and read between the lines infusing hope where there is none  If I narrow the gapwill the writing become more clearwill you finally see clarity instead of opti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1107614/ Why?A thousand places you could choose to hang your hatbut you come here, night after nightyou sit on your barstool, watching me surreptitiouslythrough a veil of smoke and hazeyou never speak or acknowldege my presencebut I can feel you there watchingfrom the shadows and murky silencefeel your eyes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1107005/ I know you think your life is toughercompared to yours, my road is rougher You are depressed, your woman leftWell sorry dear, that you feel bereftAbused in life, get in lineI didn't drop in to hear you whineYour man is a cheat, a lying t**dyou want to write, but are at a loss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1105956/ This Forsaken Land   This forsaken land lies parched and sun-bakedRavaged by last season's fires, scorched plains lay desolateDry and harsh as fissured lunar aspect Wind blows, ashes scatterThis harsh surface sustains nothingA landscape ill-suited for man or b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1105856/ Another My-ku. My way, my rules. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1104678/ the airlines frustrate me.  I can tolerate the lack of leg roomendless queues, having my bags rifled throughsecurity screenings and customs officialsput up with the screaming child who continuously kicks my seat back the swampy gravy and mystery meat they serve does not tempt onewho plans to sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1104500/ A hollow shell I'll no longer be, I want your touch to unchain mestoke my fire back to life, I am all woman, not his Stepford Wife  fevered kisses on hot silken skin, I tremble and shiver,how could this be sin?intimacies shared 'tween woman and man,I've resisted tempata.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1104284/ I watch him sometimesout of the corner of my eyeunlit, yet all-seeingand I wonder if he noticesWhat is it he sees when he looks through me?does he miss me?or is he even awarethat I am gone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1103516/ I will I do I did I can't I don't I want half, and joint custody I am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1102039/ This is an evolutionary poem. (Not that any of us are in the least bit evolved) I just keep adding to it as more people join in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1101556/  Please proceed with caution, handle with much carecaveat emptor, let the buyer so beware! Ergonomic styling! User-friendly! - the labels shoutso they open the sleek packaging, pry the contents outjust ignore the manual, despite warnings and objectionscommence to pushing buttons, no regard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1101410/ My first attempt at a story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1100358/ shudder and tremorclimactic waves grip you hometo hot molten release  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1098856/ You demand to boilI prefer a slow simmermelding of flavours  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1098840/ every year, every blessed yearsince he walked into my life at the age of 19when I really didn't need or want, a father figureto replace the one who died (or so I thought)he gave me chocolates  Ferrero Rocher to be precise proudly selected and wrapped by himand placed in my Christ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1098437/ There are few things I despise more than hatred and closed-minded people. In fact, the only thing worse would be the *MULLET* hairstyle. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1097636/      Our World, A Work in Progress     have we become so desensitizedor are we merely rendered mute?when atrocities are commonplaceand bullets end disputes exposed are we to everythingbut do we really see?that the world's become with progre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1097140/ If your intentions are to seduce meI think you ought to knowtoss aside those lacy pantiesfor your aim is much too low http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1097105/ Topical what is timelycurrently de rigueurin fashion or is it simplywhat is rubbed on your gumsso you don't feelthe stingof the needle? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1097095/ seems like everyone is writing these little poems about themselves. this is just my little offering of what makes me, ME. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1096809/ Just poking a little fun......... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1096162/ you ask where is my avatarwhere have my pictures goneI've done away with all of themgood bye, adieu, so longvisual presence not neededI'll only speak by wordyou need not see my picturefor my story to be hearda faceless poetess I shall beyou wonder, what is up?I'd rather be a willow tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LA-Lorena/1095669/