http://slow.writerscafe.org/SailinAlex The original writings of author Alexandra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973885 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’m from successful daughtersAnd inventions madeI’m from throwing mushroom anchorsAnd a potato spadeI’m from murky green watersAnd a pale moon skyI’m from scampering rocky shoresAnd adult moments with a small iced chai I’m from coconut bunniesAnd citrusy cranberry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SailinAlex/2160783/ This is a poem I wrote about a boy in my English Class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SailinAlex/2158946/ The raging sea will always run between us, for your father found us in the woods tangled up together, as one. Your shirt on the grass behind us, my head on your chest, we were wet for we had just been swimming in the creek. When we were swimming you had told me “Girl if in six years your dad s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SailinAlex/2098208/ The Scar I HideChapter 1: My Story11:00 am, the cafeteria is full and she is yelling.  That is all I can hear and then it goes black. I wake up to a piercing pain in my side. My abdomen feels sticky with blood.  All I hear is the beeping of machines, screaming of mothers, and crying from t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SailinAlex/2098140/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SailinAlex/2097749/ I wish that the world had food for all. In my opinion that would solve some of the anger and constant fighting. If people have empty stomachs then their mental functionality goes down, so they have a harder time controlling their anger. Wich, in turn, leads to fighting and other violent matters. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SailinAlex/2088438/ Dear Soldier,This year you won’t be at home,But in an unfamiliar land, Today you will learn,That even if I don’t know you,I pray for you.This card represents a handshake, a pat on the back, and a standing ovation. Thank you for serving our country and helping to keep it free.  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SailinAlex/2088379/ I stood and I watched as a mother cried, when she had heard that her son had died.He didn't die because he was sick, or he didn't die because he was in a wreck.He died doing what he felt was right. I watched a father trying to hold back his tears,His son had lived only a scant 19 years. His son had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SailinAlex/2073573/ this is for my best friend and brother before he leaves for a 2-year mission on the peace core http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SailinAlex/2073326/