http://slow.writerscafe.org/in2ennui The original writings of author Evita en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022636 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/1102566/ This is going to be a story about magic, another world, political upheaval, etc. and so on in that general gist... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/967398/ NEW VERSION:I am yours.So, be still ensnaring enchantressdon't beckon mewith come hither glancesa slip of skinAh, the wafting of your exquisite scentis already pulling me in.I am yours.So, I know you wellwily seductress:gilded gold are your glimmering ghostsof promisesLike a drunkard .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/901513/ A love affair between a movie star and a screen play writer ends when the writer decides that future heartbreak is inevitable and must be prevented by breaking things off herself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/893135/ My romantic notion of what "Love" is...I had a little "epiphany" one day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/884950/ 0have you seen a number so pure? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/881611/ I caught myself becoming totally different people depending on who I was with right down to my syntax and accent...and it inspired this work in progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/877957/ A time travel romance, where a young college student on vacation in the U.K. finds herself transported back a couple of centuries to the Regency era. This is a scene from the story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/869041/ You push, I crumbleYou yell, I shatter, spill, splatterKnowing its only getting worseand I cannot change a thingits the pain of impotencemy face is numb from the tearsswollen eyes cant seethe darkness lies heavy, mind and bodybut there is a sickening addiction to this painno one with whom I can shar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/859454/ Just a little political... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/839127/ I color myself in your huewhenever I am with youi adopt your idosyncrisitiesI play the way you pleasei am a chameleon of personalityI change with able, agile, easeaccents, ticks, pauses, stutterslisps, impediments and muttersI mirror your gesturesI copy your movesI am a changelingI change to fit who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/838906/ Salubrious gardenunslain by winter's knifelend your warmthto my chilled bonesGrowing garden harvesting busy bees cultivating benign bugsshare your fair fare                        .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/837057/ About an unfortunate roommate making my life miserable...hence the slightly harsh ramblings! Admittedly some declarations are subjective due to anger and frustration but facts are all true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/830784/ I based this off of the Lion King song, "Be prepared" which kept going through my head as I was studying for my tests. Always the procrastinator... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/830783/ I stare at endless forever bluessavor your salty breath at my napeyour whispers sizzling between uscrushed senseless in your familiar embraceOh, sea, how I missed you! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/829378/ Just a little attempt at levity to lift my spirits and hopefully someone elses... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/829282/ A man has an epiphany about his "boring" life and suddenly everything changes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/829230/ When the snow began to falldarkness came but all too soonAnd too the stark barren trees reflectednaked against the sky and moonspindly branches spoke of deathor perhaps just dormant lifeit was the chill of winter airthat had lent the seasonal knifeBut the winter frost began to meltwhen the first rob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/827994/ The night sky was not quite blackespecially in the light of moonthe ghostly glow of the orbhad lent the sky some blueI shivered from the autumn chilland breathed the crisp air deepthere was no sound, all was stillthe world had fell to sleepThe clouds danced to and frolike the waves shift in the seai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/827992/ Lay your weary, heavy head next to mine the sun is high, the sky is bluebuzzing bees whisper secrets in my earsI will help you hear them tooTwo dreamers we will beriding on these cumulus cloudsand imaginations fueldon't worry. I will share with youmy idle thoughts of fairies, fiends, finic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/827774/ About my fear that my ideas are too awful, trite, mundane and generally unworthy of any real recognition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/825219/ I've been lying thinking after you                                                 left me rawspoiled scabstomach sick, churningeyes heavy, rusted, burningregretting ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/823296/ I wait for you each daybut you never come to mesomehow I find your way but you are never freeanxious though I stand you always seem so surewhen more attention I demandfor yours I remain still pooryou never give sure signyet my heart is ever stilland always shall it pine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/821923/ Trying Haiku! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/821917/ An attempt to capture the euphoria that comes from any form of dancing, especially with utter abandon! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/821915/ One day death will come for me, childand I shall pass tooas all men haveand as all men willuntileternity retires or dies...Promise me you'll live harder when I'm gonethat you will skate a perfect figure eight.don't drive the same line deeper into the iceyou'll get stuck in a rutremember you sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/821909/ A foolish little poem about two lovers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/821510/ When I wrote this I was dramatizing a real life passing of judgement on my actions... It morphed from an outlet of my real but minute fear to something examining life/death/ and the heareafter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/815052/ The darker and perhaps more dysfunctional side of love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/815049/ I think I was inspired by a song... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/813792/ It was for her maudlin eyesvast, vibrant huedthat He forgave her many liesand her fickle faith renewedMary woeful wept the depth of her sins that dayimmortalized to renew each tearand solace in mind to prayno lukewarm repentance said Heand harshest verdict issueda service for eternityto lead th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/in2ennui/813789/