http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hippychicky The original writings of author Star en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995174 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Why does love sometimes sit on our chest and lacerate the heart?The salt dripping in her eyesThe bleach burning firesHer eyes are a dried desertA hot summer sunBlinded from the scars that have laced themThe moon is the lighted path at nightOver a funeral pieceIn the dark she hides all the words that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/1251318/ Two pairs of pantsOne pair of shoesOne dressTwo shirts This was the variety in life my mother had to choose from Sleeping on a barren floor in a hut in the middle of the thickjungleSharing it with slithering snakes, so to creep around and notfind one The outhouse in the back, waaay ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/1249313/ The lines in the middle of the road become one My eyes growing heavy as each mile passes The congestion of the night is falling ill on my spaceThe darkness is unwelcoming, growing thicker as hours pass Seeing visions of past dreams stepping onto the road in front of meMy God!Sleep deprivat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/1248899/ Time will pass us by Time tells no lie For our regrets are ours aloneWe cannot change the clockIt moves forward only by fateGoing backwards would only be a mistake What is learned, should be learnedWhat will be, will be If we screw up, then tomorrow will still comeToday we have a seco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/1248856/ White wispy wings above my head  Are you from God?Are you from Heaven? Suspending over me as if I am a baby in a cribI know not the reason, nor will I ever understand Swirling wings, swimming there...A silhouette of pale white shimmer will not show her face... But why? I sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/1248832/ I thought four years would be forever and not endThat somehow one year would be like ten Looking at pictures of my classmates, some have not changedand those who have...I completely remember what they were likethen as teens Now the child has matured and they will never be children again&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/1248820/ The cafe where I sit and read my book is an empty one Except for the fresh ground coffee that fills the air, as if I sit in the middle of the coffee fields in ColombiaA gentlemen walks in ....uncombed hair and a sweaty somewhat dirty t-shirtas if he wiped his face several timesHis eyes bul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/782758/ What was the life she led? Much like mine or someone of high stature? I cupped her ice cold hand to rest in mine The fingers lie limp, hanging over my hand like wilted unwatered flowers do The face quite jaundice and monotone death  Wiping a cloth across .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/771999/                                                 &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/770009/ The sun is rising high this morning at 6 AMMajesty of the dayI wake up to welcome itThe way I am....underwear and a cup of Irish cream coffee Barely thinking, barely opening one crusted eyeJust absorbing Last bit of night air, of calmness, and quiet to enter into the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/768860/ Divine and red as bloodperfume of youthhypontizingand luring as a mistressdoes in the eveningSpeaks to us throughits commune of bouquetsits gardensdancing through the windadoring every leaf, the blood red veinsthorns to protectQueen of the night..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hippychicky/767593/