http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zada%20Girl The original writings of author Zada Girl en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1778977477 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A hot and steamy winter night, fireworks roaring and trying to reach the Ozone! People gathering the streets for the final countdown to a year of resolutions, regrets, affirmations, and anniversaries. Yet this year about to be 1973 was sure to be the cat's meow. Drinks are being slammed, bottles of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/781874/ My pastor once said, "the only thing he regrets is, not asking his wife to marry him the day he met her." I believe that everyone has a fairy-tale love in their life that is meant for them. I guess it's more about having the courage to define that love to someone then to go unknown, unpronounced or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776306/ As I watch you out of the corner of my eye...I wonder what it is your thinking...Your brain trembling over the bend in the road.Is it another song, verse, or a chorus line...Or is it another memory that runs through the figmentation's of time...Will it be the new breath at the bottom of the ocean..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776301/ I'm sitting here thinking beyond the realms of darkness and wondering..."What could possibly be darker than dark." Is it the thought of loneliness, maybe wondering when the last breath takes place and will you devour it like a plague. Is it the hurt that carries you through each day to survive to lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776295/ Were you talking to me.....I'm sorry there must be s**t in your mouth. What is that.... that lingers while you walk? Perhaps....that stain you carry is the cause of your unholiness. I wonder if it can be cured or now has it become the new fixation. You dare bring that to me as if it's an offering. Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776294/ Here is a poem that's in the works from a friend of mine....who believes and you know what I mean.....GOD!  Into the night I roamFinding its not so bad to be aloneIn hopes that someday there will comeA Sunday we both sit and pray  Listening to the thunderThat once took her breath awayExasp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776292/ The morning is young, awakening to the smell of fried bacon and eggs teasing my taste buds. Stretching to the ceiling, wiping crust from my eyes, I pondered slowly out of the only bedroom in the apartment. Hypnotized by the smell, Auntie is stirring yellow grits and reaching for the refrigerator doo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776287/ My body longs to feel his soft muscular arms wrapped around me till destiny buries us side by side. His warm gentle fingers gliding through my long silky blonde hair as he tries to French braid it in the weakened hours of the morning. He glares at me through the window with songs singing from his ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776286/ I crawl through my skin in hopes to find NO MORE PAIN. At the end of the day I'm whispering silently to myself the things I wanted to say. Insanity leads me to do it again. When will I wake up! When will it change. They've hurt me with words...called me a c**t, w***e, s**t, b***h, n****r lover, chea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776283/ Waiting for the perfect moment to embrass my ever longing thoughts, only to find myself more in confusion. I used to dream about my life and how it would be. My once questions of life are coming to me faster than I can breathe. I don't know if I can bare the ending to hit me like you are? The choke .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776279/ So this husband woke up one morning and felt somethig wasn't right. He knew he was sleeping next to his wife, hence she was the only beauty in sight. Together they laid for 20 some years, making love, lust, and passion til wee hours of the night. But suddently his world changed when he felt an itch .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zada-Girl/776276/