http://slow.writerscafe.org/aleneparr The original writings of author Alene Parr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986483 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “How is your heart today?”She said and smiledBecause I answered,“It’s okay.”Because it wasOkayToday. Some days it isn’t. But for now it feels All right.It isn’t sinkingIsn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1598898/ A memory of a feeling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1530270/ Unpleasant whisper,I feel youWafting against my cheek, Uncomfortably flowingInto my open mouth,Slightly unhinged, Sour and stagnant.  Bitterest memory,You’ve cloudedMy perception,So I placed youOn a shelfT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1493547/ Now againstYour cheek,A suddenCold and wetSensation.Your visionIn a hazeFrom yourBreath That has just risen.And you’re not quite sureBut did you seeA bird fly up above?Against the bright blue skylineA blu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1483365/ Wipe your eyesYour open-wide disguise.You don't fool anyone.You're lost. You don't know where you're going,And it's showing. You hide amongGlass treesAnd we canSee you. We can see you. And they will crack. Yes, they will break. Shatter like the sun is an axe. And thei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1475820/ Unfamiliar heat in a cold territory.Your highest walls can’t hold itAnd you pray they don’t fallAnd you prayYou aren’t lostIn the deep washOf the breathOf another.And you watch them in their sleepAnd you wonderIf they watch you too. What could you do? Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1470019/ Poetry is dead/ Like poets/ Who explored the flowers/ Andthe birds/ And the glasses/ Full of scotch/ And whisky/ And the beers/ And thesobs of babies/ And full grown men/ And the terrors of war/ And the throes ofecstasy/ And afterlife/ And the howls/ And the gho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1389568/ And as the moonSheds its identityAnd hides amidst the cloudsAnd waits for the sunTo bring about the lightThat the lovers lying belowOn the groundAnticipate.And they wait. They wait for the moonlight to bounceoff each others eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1388652/ First poem I've written in a very long time. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1381722/ My lonely heartWants out to play.It’s a little shy,Just give it a wave.And if it hides,Or tries to stray,Take my heart with youAnyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1337895/ Sometimes, people break your heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1334969/ If it takes less muscleTo smileThan to frownThen why does a grinFeel likeA million pounds?To be happyWith a bit of sadInstead of downWith a little glad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aleneparr/1330722/ "Listen, I'm not a bad person, I just... Well, maybe a bit selfish, yeah. But everyone's selfish a bit. You have to be. I mean... You're shaking your head.I know! I let her down. I... maybe let a lot of people down... She... I was making life hard for her. 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