http://slow.writerscafe.org/goldenscar2 The original writings of author Lale en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997035 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 -Take my hand. let's get out of here.-Why?"Your perfume is dazzling meand I fear other people would fall in love with you the same way I do"-I am just tired, my dear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2843494/ Loss is a disease http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2822177/ Hello my writercafe friends. I miss it here. I hope you're all doing fine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2821388/ Chris' Miles Sans Smiles inspired me to write this short poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2801499/ Mirror Mirror on the wallI am fully aware of what is going on in my body I am not so young anymoreand my skin is not getting any more immaculateMy stretch marks are spreading in my bodyand grey is swaying with my hairMy voice is withering and my time is running outBut I am alive...and grat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2801444/ Nature's finest form is coffeeCulture's loveliest mean is musicand me.. a very happy kid in many states of being http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2801075/ I'm trappedin a long-forgotten songthat was once played at the central parkI see faceless people jammingwhile the starry sky smiles from abovemy head is spinningI can no longer survivethis twisted feeling of longingand thrivingness"...""...""...are you going to Scarbor..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2797995/ I am not afraid to walk this journey aloneas long as I find youwaiting for me in that caféwhere we first met a silver lining http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2778614/ 1st try http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2775171/ A humble poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2771436/ Life is tasteless without poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2487891/ Heavy heartI'm carryingwalking this earthof no groundBlurry visionfaceless figuresnot to shiverme I try http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2463958/ I could write about my lovely city forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2462551/ The map in the mug bottomis leading me straightto a nice morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2348982/ July being July http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2348481/ "thinking about the ocean" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2313865/ James Taylor's music and a cup of tea match perfectly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2313637/ I've been thinking about Echo's tragic story for some time. Thank you Jacob for the inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2313618/ a love poem, again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2313399/ remember the no man's land http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2313264/ me and romance, we probably don't get along. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2283599/ The cue we need to hear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2227973/ Like a sunfloweryou rise, you shine and seek light making my heart happyLike a daffodil A joy , a hope, a mirth and whatever in betweenLike a night-blooming jasmine awaken love, beauty and freedemtaking my breath awayBe still, my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2179110/ Me and my dog used to take long long walks i buy lemon ice cream, he prefers chocolate flavourwe used to sit on the garden chair near the black spot of spilled gasolineand talk for hoursI think now my dog is deadthe black spot is actually a black holeit absorbed my dog and my lemon ice creamleaving .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2178854/ A boy once asked me "what do you want the most?"I hesitated for a moment. I have been stuffing my bucket list with many many dreams and goals but never classified them. I first thought about the seven wonders; but as much as I want to visit those places, that wasn't what I wanted the most at th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2178651/ "I don't drink coffee, my dear, I take tea with two spoons of honey."...and no cinnamon biscuitsWhy aren't there any flowers on this table?These curtains should be replaced!Why is it too windy today?I have a headache. I told Damien to close the bloody window, but he enjoyed the curtains swaying with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2178149/ mood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2177938/ - How are you doing?"I feel hot iron in my throat burning my soul as I breathe And when I lay in my bed to sleepmy chest tightensHow am I doing? I'm sleepy."- Peachy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2177649/ I lie beside the river on a dim afternoon,and I think to myself..Why there are times to stay put,steadily and without wavering?And then times to fade away,Like a sober sunset leaving a bloody twilight But also times to sing hymns and dream?“Parsley, sage, rosemary, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2177514/ Too drowned to flow this sick, twisted doubt of not having a home to belong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2177151/ random stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2176917/ I see you.it is always -always- a pleasureto see youmy heart aches, my flowers witherI still see youand like a fine chinaI am not allowed to touch youMay or SeptemberIt's time to surrender http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goldenscar2/2176656/