http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tracey_Leigh The original writings of author Tracey~ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065906 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Steppingback in timewhileembracing the spiritsoftimes long cast to the windourhearts open and senses becomealive; hyper awareMovingin slow motion feelingthe strength of the shieldinplace, chills move through me;Ilook at you and see the samebreathceases f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1965204/ Slitheringlike a snake through the tall grass ontothe desert sands climatecontrol never existed exceptwhere the desperation moistenedher there Anoasis of bones and wings from flies,fleas, and lovers poor...poorgirl wantingto be a woman S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1958088/ Wishingthey didn't exist yetthey dodangerousundertows stirringmyemotionsLashingout with venomtomake a pointshowingthat I too matterRealitythen hits saying“ifyou did matter you wouldn'tbesuffering”.Sarcasmfalls on deaf earsraging.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1956437/ Allthat could be heard was thechewing of her bones in life'smouth Spitout into the water like stonesspilling into the sewage bilge Thetear running down her facewasn't for pity itwas from pain so deep inside thatthere isn't a word that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1955774/ Fromthe shadows I'm allowed to see ifonly for a moment confusionsets in; pulling my corpse fromthe coffin ...wonder,frustration ensue Wasit to remind me of what was orthat you are still there loving me? Couldbe that you hate me? Howam I to kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1955297/ Somepeople mean well but when they ask you the questionare theyreally prepared for the answer?Howam I? Well let me tell you.Life is lived daily by the frayededges of well worn rope.My stale cigarette is just one inhaleaway from burning my flesh.Lovers? I'm one f**k away from a grandS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1954425/ It's only in Poetry where he finds me huddled inside words that cascade through the mind leaving behind the fragrance of a lavender hush against his body, mind and soul Hiding from the rise of the emotion isn't an option when the search expands to cursive and the words .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1954176/ "Mature Nature" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1953931/ Erotic in Nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1953599/ Thereis this memory of you and I...a time when all we did was graced...all that was said was gold and all we felt was the blood of theearth and the sky pumping through our veins ...Simply meant to be      Nowthe lines are blurred like the ripples in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1953094/ Ferallove was born in the beating of his heart against hers timestood still as moments were stolen ...never to be returned Formationsof energy ripped at the lovers tearing them apart andleaving sharp edges that seemed to pierce the soul of allwho got near&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1952400/ Theday finally came when I could walk into my sacred space Thewhite cloak leaving behind the amazing scent of moist earth Everythingrebirthed ...and so was I Mylife involves giving pieces of me all week...this iswhere they come back to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1952102/ Blamegot his hands dirty ...yet still clung to the flower Thesingle flower gave him hope and light ...she loved the smellof the earth Forgettingall that transpired ...Blame crushed the flower in his hand Blamewas washed clean ...yet his ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1951790/ Egowas stripped from skinin layers until the trail of tearswasno longer visible to the blindeyeMonkschant in the distanceas souls dance to the melancholy;strengthof the limb is tested...wearing Sunday's bestFrayedrope is placed on ivoryrough against the delicate truthonlyto be ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1951508/ Thimbleberrywine on lips made divine by sweeping tongue sheglides inside your deepest thoughts awakening in you abelief that its all possible ...her magic tastes likesunshine Anache so unexplainable fills the well of souls, forgottenlong ago decre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1951170/ Abeginning made from all things sweet and simple ...divine,magical Timeraised that vibration up, just enough to burn dust fromthe binds that kept us alone, and scared Passionpoured from thoughts turned to words until breathless gaspsse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1950554/ Pandora'sbox has been tightly sealed remnants of what once was isscattered now in northerly winds ...vision is lost Dyingtime wages on like a war between decay and thestillborn Fightingsomething that cannot be seen while loving withthi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tracey_Leigh/1950347/