leaflet | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/LaurieY21 The original writings of author leaflet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1778777233 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 (i dont know if this is one poem or three) A restless beauty 
Pearls Crushed at her sides Dying Soft eyes Hard lies, troubled lips, always unmoving, but never truly. 
She kisses by moonlight and will be gone When her father finds out _________________________ Inconsistent. colors, muted 
Echoes of fake perfect times 
.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2764533/ III. We are the lost generation High school is a survival test where each seeks to be the best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2763952/ II. Thus the rain pours Freedom is like an ice-cream, so sweet and so cold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2763949/ I. Sometime Cupid Love is a religion; you pray and keep hidden. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2763948/ Table of Contents table of contents and a brief description for each part. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2763947/ Preface “Art is interpretation.
Art is chaos.
Art is an attempt to stop time (It is futile). The art of poetry is not a high and mighty thing. It is, rather, an act of spilling - the - tea. That whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2763944/ If I Die- A Poetry Collection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2763942/ Part II. Tripping Part II. Tripping Laura liked the cold wind. It was hard to resist, going into the cold, with no scarf on, with nothing but a plain underwear right underneath the skirt. The wind caught her hair, caught them in midair, threw her thoughts away--a thousand miles away! The wind tug at her thighs, knees.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2763941/ Part I. Drama PrologueThis is my honesty. This is taboo.Fantasy - turned - reality. A bit too real, with consequences. I am lost as I write my truths, and I am lost as I live. But in the lost wilderness, in the lack of fixation, I can pinpoint these precise thoughts that float atop a sea of confusion. All I knew .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2763709/ Laura short and incomplete, but full of conflicts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaurieY21/2763707/