http://slow.writerscafe.org/marielondon94 The original writings of author marielondon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057391 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Is there not the tiniest twinge of sadnessWhen you remember that the red flashing lightOn your phoneWill not be me?You wonder all day and nightOf deep thoughts and plans for the futureAnd it was me who you had to share them withDoes it hurt that you can’t anymore?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/843212/ The title is a quote from the song "Let There be Love" by Oasis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/781938/ Clouds float so fast above us.Emerald blades tickle my limbs,Prickling me with the touch of giddy joy. Let’s just get up and run,The earth bouncing beneath our bare feet.Let’s just drop everything.Breathe in the sweet air of living,And sleep under the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/748850/ Lies spin in the aircutting through the laughter with a shrieking silence.Some people are blissfuly unaware,others hide the secrets behind a smirk.Their own plans are the only ones they have in mind,we provide the pieces for their game of life.Two say they didn't, but I know they did.If it's somethi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/748214/ You were my friend.My good, old, friend, but I'd never thought of you as more.I found you endearing; the ease with which you smiled and the flip of your unruly brown hair were charming,but you were you, and I was me. But that night, you took my hand, you lead me into the clearing under the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/732879/ Maybe this nothing,but I feel like it’s something.I always search too deeply to find meaning.Maybe that isn’treally living.How would I know?Something about us together makes meremember.It fills me up, ohsweet nostalgia!It burrows into me, echoing in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/731774/ This is a poem I wrote for English class about a blanket a always slept with growing up. Nothing too deep, just some memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/731753/ Are my words meaningless to you?I speak for you to listen,yet your sympathy is absent.Actions speak louder than words,yet am I still mute?Is there something in my easy smile,that suggests that my skin does not also bruise?Does my kindness to you give you permission to wound me,only because you belie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/731589/ Loneliness lingers on like the downpour of an endless storm,seeping into the cracks between the pavement.Sweet, bitter loneliness.It drapes the leaves of the willowwith the silence of a longing heart,like the desperate dreams of a child.Nightfall creeps into the sky,covering the sunset with falsely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/731578/ It isn't supposed to be like this.These are my thoughts every long dayas I watch the wrong things happen between the wrong people.She smiles at her own success in taming you,at the convenience of using you.I wouldn't confine your dreams to the small boxthat she maps out so clearly for you.I would le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/731563/ Sometimes it hurts to remember.It's painful to think of the times that have slipped through our fingers,remaining only sepia images flashed across our dreamy mindslike a movie screen.It's a film you've seen on many occasions, but one you never get tired of.Sometimes I close my eyes and think of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/731055/ The sound of waves swayed gently into the evening throughthe open porch door,The sky was still holding on to a touch a blue brightness.The laughter of friends rang out as we filled our plates.That is the first time I saw you, do you remember?We all gathered around each other, watch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marielondon94/731040/