http://slow.writerscafe.org/LizzyAsh The original writings of author E.A. Standifer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002073 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My thoughts drift toward you andI can't decide which oasis I want to delve into first.I want to explore every inch and crevice left unappreciated on that breathtaking anatomy,But then, Your mind entices me, It calls me,Like a sailor to the sea.And our souls, well, Even without our bod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1989901/ Women serveas a carnal embodiment of natural order... Perhaps this is why we are disrespectedby man. Perhaps this is the root of consistent attempts to reduce us; To reduceus to a narrow, subservient, hyper-sexualized shell of womanhood.Something tobe conquered. Well, chi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1989395/ I know that you are scared.It is the only sensible way to be;After so many pieces of yourself that you thought you'd shared,But were never again to see.Lost. Stolen. Forgotten.Part of you missing, each and every time.Raw passion, turned sour and rotten;A dismal pollution of something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1989046/ When you can feel the fog trying to creep in... Can feel its cold, grey fingers clawing, trying to grab hold of any little thing that it can. Any doubt. Any insecurity. Any failure. And it promises not the excitement of dawn, nor the peace of nightfall. Neither the illumination of light nor the myst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1986921/ It had been three weeks sinceRegalion found the girl, but there was little improvement in her condition totake note of. In all honesty, it seemed her condition was only worsening. Forthree weeks, the child laid virtually motionless, inhaling short breaths of airand sweating profusely. Despit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1982025/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1982024/ Dream Fairies come and take me away. I'll walk with you through whatever shadows; just please don't make me stay. The night has come too soon. I can't see the light of day. I can't take the glare of the moon so fairies, please. Please take me away.A troubled soul don't rest easy. A heavy heart's off.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981371/ I stillbelieve in a love that surpasses the limits of time and space, Through erasand dimensions, that never ceases chase. And thislove, I know, is gentle. This love, I know, is kind.No distancetoo far forward. No expanse too far behind.  Where bothurgency and pati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981369/ The sleepmeet the awakened,The peacefulmeet the stirred.Everythingthat’s happenedMeets allthat’s yet occurred. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981368/ There was apicture on the wallOf a bluenightfall,And a boatsitting over the water…With ajournal at its center,That, Iwould imagine, one winter,A great manhad given his daughter. And in mysweetest dreams,She was agirl like me,But with so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981367/ Mother Earth, she who breeds with time himself, to maintainour connection to the galaxies, to the universe, to all relative dimensions.She, who breeds with father time to give birth to our dear truths. Truths thatwe are never quite satisfied with. So we decorate them. With our morality. With.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981365/ Make it allstop spinning.Questions with no answers and preconceived notions…A carouselof half-baked ideas, unhealed wounds, and buried emotions.We’re alwaysat the beginning. Can you makeit all stop churning?Yearning,for something untapped, but cons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981363/ May yourdays be filled                                with laughter.May yournights be filled withpeace.And may yourlife n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981358/ How manytimes have you been toldAll thatglitters isn’t gold…And how manytimes did you come to see Some of yourwildest dreams weren’t meant to be? How manytimes has it come to passThat yourealized you lack both brawn and brass…Oh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981357/ Ever feltlike you didn’t belong?Like, maybe,another galaxy pulses through you,And you canfeel its song. More than aheartbeat. A rhythm, that echoes through nerves and bone;Echoes rightthrough the space that surrounds you,Like abeacon for some salvation .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981353/ Burningirises, like rings of fire, but trapped behind ice. Turned coldfrom desire in dire need of something dormant sired, or required, or inspired… No,revitalized. Pairs andpairs of tiny eyes, The childrenof our children’s children. Eyes thatshould be in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LizzyAsh/1981046/