http://slow.writerscafe.org/SophiaMarie The original writings of author Sophia Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776224539 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Dream of the City The city wakes, itbreathes dimensionsthere is a nothing inthe staleness of perpetuity,but also a tangiblesubstance lingering within each moment. Shaking sidewalks andtransparent barriers roameach street, curb,and alley as she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/1149705/                  At Last it ComesSweet mist, the night ringing out so clear,            her dancingstep chiming on the sidewalk,guitar strums emanating.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/1149702/ Dimensions of the Fingers  Penetrate the devils layers, to find another placefilled with the levels he tries to hide, that belong to you. I used to sit in church, anger seeping in, thinking I mustbe inundated in evil;I must be filled with the devil and his makin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/1131974/ Pain in a Bottle put it down, deep down,inside a bottle, and let it driftlet it drift out to sea, let it float free take them away, far awaywithin an envelope, seal it upsend it off to some distant place find the way to breath insidelike.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/1129312/ She GrowsA rain, of sparkling gold spillsout with morning.Leaf-light touch of wetted kissespours forth.Cascading to the pooling watersthat encircle feather fine petals. The garden drinks in the daylight,soaking in spring’s tears.Each flower whispers the silence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/1123384/ Something I wrote a few years ago after our poetry teacher had our class watch a brief film and write something in response to the images. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/1123357/ As the choices were made, those times in moments of pleasure,In affect became regrettable only to the resonating auramade fromThe pain of conflict…. Slipping out of my clothes was like slipping off a layer ofskin;I melted into the icy waters, bare, exposing an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/1116538/ Will it last, the shimmer of a diamond,will it remain cold, shining forth,in the glow of the world's loss... Can we still continue our forward motionif the forces of willshut the door to our future? I dreamt last night of empty deserts,hiding myself along open barren roads,fearing discover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/1073699/ The living dead walk, speak of the unknownHere they float, spreading wide their hallowed array Inside of this magnified view, is life in the most elemental sense. Careening beyond a life of lost opportunities and dreams, brings pain,But in the clear golden glow of dawn, comes the awak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/933190/ An inability to discover the intelligence within perfectedignorance,To everything that hovers"by chance"upon the alacrity Of our ambition acted upon in the earnest realms of reality.But the bonds that encircle; sever, tear, and corrupt thecertainty That the truth of pain is to en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/899035/ A sharp peel and the crying stops,With a long drawn sigh that escapesThrough the dim narrow corridors.  A light hangs low up ahead,Coming towards the soundsOf inhale, exhale, inhale, e x h a l e… Stopped within is a real kindOf person, that br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/898822/ These spaces in-between the stars have caught me,Raining attention. I hold a wooden leg that’s splintered.It flakes under pink nails, burrowing deep into flesh. Hard pressed to shoot out into this free night sky,My eyes wander toward the brightest.The ones that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/895252/ Hot, heavy, ready to breathe, lips open,He removes the cloak, revealing her skin.Water kissed, sweet smelling petals drip, dripFrom her freed flesh; pure and shining golden.With a touch her sigh escapes, chaste energy.The lights begin to wane, shattering on Her candle lit b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/895247/ The bitter decent, a lost cause of the souls resolution            To attainsomething gone            The lostforgotten, all begins to finalityA progression of the lost fatal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/895235/ The Point http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMarie/895170/