http://slow.writerscafe.org/bour0245 The original writings of author Melissa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775957678 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   My veins are theroots of lifeTheir paper wallscontain the red elixir that feeds my bodyMany tunnels that alloriginate to one main channelThe Heart.The sheet of veinsthat cover my body are permanentI will leave thisworld with the same veins I entered the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/742452/ My soul is rawMy flesh is charredMy lungs are filledwith smokeMy lungs expand forair but instead contract and suffocate meThey become a deathtrap the more breaths I takeIm screaming but mycries are mutedMy body is engulfedin flamesThe heat boils myskin and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/739846/ Im digging…Digging to fill andempty needBut no matter howmuch I dig there will still be a deep empty holeWait..If I continue to digI will eventually find what I’m looking for, It must be buried somewhereBut the more I reachdown the hollow hole my hands gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/734629/ My head falls into my pillowI close my eyes and submit to my body’s fatigueI try to check the clock but my mind has already fled to my dreamscapeMy body is paralyzed with exhaustionMy mind is screaming to wake up but my body is turned offI finally manage to take a deep breath and ope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/726771/ Jade Cecilia frankford grew up in Port Hope Ontario with her mother, Elisabeth Frankford. She resided in her families inherited 1920’s Victorian home on the corner Dunn and Maple Street. Her family was largely dispersed through the country and never really kept in touch. The families’ de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/725959/ The Rays of light slice through the curtainsFilling the room with hues of honey coloursThe room becomes warm and inviting, my safe havenThe reflections of light dance off the aged wooden floors creating playful shadowsAs the rays of the sun become more intense so does the heat that fills the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/722023/ What is the true meaning of happiness?It is about living life in the moment instead of contemplating about what you would have liked to do.It is about finding the opportunities in life and not waiting for them to find you.It’s about listening to your hearts needs instead of satisfying ot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/719630/ My flesh houses my soulMy body acts as a vesselMy glass eyes are the window to viewing my soulAs I look into the mirror and study my soulI see..My memoriesSnapshots of my life that have moulded my soul to what it isImprints.. That has left marks of experience on my soulI glare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/717750/ As I lay in bed I can hear the raindrops knocking on my windowA symphony of acoustic sound fills my mindThe wild air whistles through the cracks of my windowThe rush of the rain cleanses the earth’s surface Wiping the slate of impurity cleanThe sky is ignited with electricityThe cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/714378/ Night It is still as I walk into the nightSilence. .Mother Nature holds her breath as I break into her surface with my feetThe dancing wind wraps around my body and fills my lungs with lifeThe beings of the night watch as I sink deeper into the liquid darknessFear..Surges throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bour0245/712598/