http://slow.writerscafe.org/jturano23 The original writings of author jenna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996505 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Salty beads plunge down my cheeksAs I sit on a bedOnly to come to the realizationThat I’m not aloneUpon my gaze is a strangerWho apprises me to hold somethingThat was a sentimental to my motherAnd nostalgic for me A pendant that held a salamander-colore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2093193/ Regrets will never dissipate,And always remain static in my mindRegret is building a wall while someoneContinuously tries to knock it downAnd eventually gives up, as you keep buildingRegret is time wasted with someone you thoughtYou would spend the rest of your life withR.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2092220/ Tears roll down my cheeks as if it were the runoff blood ofthe soldiers of my mind’s enemy and my darkest secrets are arranged to detonateat the slightest thought of ease. The detonation quickens your breath, reminds you of your insecurities,and wreaks havoc in order for alacrity to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2092219/ Turn the corner onto Lyme StreetAnd I’m the first house on the rightThe one that’s white with the blue shutters;Two lion statues on the front steps of the houseBefore double doors made of glass;A clear mosaic with intricate designA long driveway leading to the gar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2092218/ A princess abandonedWith a book balanced upon herheadIn hopes she’ll be removed From the dreaded towerBut the book falls Time and time againUntil a kind manEncourages her to try again At last she is chosenWhere she’s brought to a homePle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2092217/ I’m in the middle of the SaharaAloneAnd she is the unexpected sandstormWith no water left in my canister,I’m left to fend for my myself Piercing crystal blue eyesBlue eyes like the clear ocean water;But with riptides that pulls me outLeaving me to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2092216/ I wonder what my mom thinks when she looks down on me everyday.Would she be happy to see my success, or sad when she seesthe struggles I face in my head every day?It’s become an unconscious motion but everything I doincludes a thought of her. What does she think of me taking a s*.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2060765/ I don’t think there’s anything worseThan there being someone you can’t haveThere’s this yearning between the two of usLonging looksFlirty conversationA spark that strikes When you touchAnd you feel he wants youBut there’s something stoppi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2054916/ Numb.Going through lifeMoving in slow motionNot remembering daysOr weeksOr monthsConstant thoughtsKeep you preoccupiedWhere you can’t concentrateAnd drain the energy out of youWhen will the days get better? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2018922/ Hope is a b***h. It puts you through hell and back butleaves that small part of your heart open to the chance that it will all be fora reason. That there’s hope that something good will come out of it. The hopeof getting back together with someone you love or hope that someone will pull.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2015648/ He did the worst thing imaginable. All the trust and loyaltyyou thought he’d given you, was a lie. A girl from his past who is able tochange things within three days of talking to him. It was inevitable, but Iwasn’t ready to break up with him, so I just waited. I waited for him. Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2014963/ One day; I will be good enough for someone.One day; I won’t be left the second someone comes into thepictureOne day; It won’t be necessary for someone to leave theircurrent girlfriend for meOne day; I won’t be lied to while they go back to their wife.And until t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2014707/ A soul that once shined so bright, crushed into anexistential crisis. Asking itself, why doI even bother?Giving my heart and soul into every relationship I haveAnd they tantalize me into loving themWhile they complain about their exesTell me that I’m everything they wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2014693/ It’s official. I’m useless to every guy I encounterThree guys to remind meThat I’m not good enoughThat I’m uglyThat I will always be a second optionThat I am worthlessThat I will never find loveThanks for the reminder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2014692/ I’m angry.I’m so angry that it makes me nauseous.It confuses my brain and heart.Why was I not enough for you?Why would you say ‘I love you’ if you were going to dump me anyway?Why the f**k would you tell me you love me and go f**k some B***h who has le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2014691/ You don’t know pain until you losesomeone. Someone who had died, you grieve for them. But I think death of arelationship with someone of the living is even worse. Moments up to the inevitable,your stomach is in knots and you can’t eat or drink or sleep. This pain in yourchest doe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2013228/ It’s amazing how a person can enter your life unexpectedlyand have the ability to turn it right-side-up. What was once a dark and cloudysky, turns into a glistening blue sky as the sun shines upon you. Songs thatused to make your heart ache, now makes your heart flutter as you think the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2006497/ I'm scared to love youBecause if I love youI give you my entire heartNot just piece by pieceBut the whole god damn heartI'm irritable and needyAnd I don't know how to love youOr be loved by youBut I don't want you to look backAnd think that was the biggest waste of my timeBecause I do love youAll th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/2003927/ There’s a monster in all of us.But not all of them can be slain like they should be. You battle every day. And every day, he makes you weaker. And the more you battle.The more scars he leaves.No, not physical ones.But emotional ones that have amplified So m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1998701/ The sleeping caterpillar awakes as a beautiful butterflyStretching her wings, fluttering over the majestic gardenThe garden was large and pureAnd once so lavish, now consumed by the reviverDrenched wings and short breaths over the butterflyBy the light of the disappearing sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1996080/ My life is a ceramic vaseI’m sculped with careful and caring handsWho aim for perfectionBut I cannot be perfect, only unique in my own wayI have different qualities than other vasesI am polished on the outside from my edges to my coreBecause my creator shaped me with lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1996076/ She had a glow that radiatedthrough her body. Almost like the untouched snowfall as the sun rises. As shelay, she had an aura of grace and elegance- one that represented her ultimateacceptance to leave this world for another. One would never expect by gazing ather- that she was broken. The u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1994516/ That I’m not going to be able to hold the one I love thesame anymore. When I’m being held by the one I love, I expect to feel warmthnot fear of you forcing yourself on top of me. When I’m holding hands with theone I love, it’ll remind me of the hands that held me down a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1994515/ He stole from meHe stole the comfort out of my homeHe stole the thought that I could sleep without a bat atnightHe stole all the confidence in my mindHe stole any relationship I had a chance of broadeningHe stole the warmth out of any hug I encounterBut most of all-He s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1994513/ I question who I am as a person endlessly. I pride myself onbeing empathetic and compassionate towards others but the other side of mescares me. The other side of me doesn’t know what love is. It is consumed withanger towards my life and others in it. A person can say the simplest senten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1994511/ My eyes are a drought waiting to passIt’s like a hot summer’s day where you yearn for the oceanDryness like the desertYet I wait for a thunderstorm The clouds will slowly form and build upThen crash on me in a moment’s noticeAn uncontrollable monsoon as my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1994509/ His breathing was even. As he slept, he looks so peacefuland beautiful. Lips parted, warm and smooth almost effortlessly. His eyesflutter, knowing he’s dreaming of the day we will be together again. He looksso poised and at peace. He feels comfort in knowing that I will be by his sidea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1994505/ I could leave you. If I had to strength to live life on myown, I could totally leave you but then I’d miss you. The days you’d talk tome, the cuddling twice a week, the incredible sex. That’s it. It’s just sexual.I think I love you but I don’t think you feel the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1994503/ You fucked with not only my vaginaBut you fucked with my headYou made me feel like I was better off deadThat I was only good for one thingYour enjoyment You thought you weren’t doing anything wrongNot even after driving me away from my homeNot even after st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1994501/ I've had a lot of mental illness struggles and my dad never fully understood so I wrote this, I never plan on sharing it with him but here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jturano23/1994494/