http://slow.writerscafe.org/ArielOlivia The original writings of author Ariel Olivia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776234411 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Personal Experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/1010500/ Inspired by a recent experience of a user of people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/1009357/ Tequila induced madness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/994094/ Well, "Bluebeard" the movie 1944, starring John Carradine. I fell in love with the whole thing. Not to mention, "La Barbe bleue" a French literary folktale written by Charles Perrault. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/987568/ Rainy night writers block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/985801/ Little bit about this; this is my version of the little Lizzie Borden dittie. You remember the original, right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/982989/ Sarah Warren Prince Osborne, a poem for my 10th great grandmother one of the first of three to be accused, & died during the Salem Witch Trials in Salem Massachusetts May 10th 1692. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/976943/ You'll be Clyde& I'll be BonnieBefore you know it We'll have all the moneyWe'll have all the riches in the worldWe'll avoid old dirt roads & bridges tooWe'll take the highway where ever we goPeople will know; sirens blaring & people screamingNo one will be sleepingBecause when we come th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/975924/ Death of a friend. Mostly dreamt the rest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/975918/ Sci-Fi-like kind of writing, I don't know what inspired it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/975904/ I've met him, he has no home he talks in a since of directionleft unknown.He can sleep anywhereunder a street lightdown in a cellarHis hair is beautifully arrangedUpon his skin, & his feeling of lonelinessis about to begin... the highwayAn unhappy place for anyoneWalking the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/975898/ I was watching a lot of fantasy at the time I wrote this. I hope someone enjoys it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/975893/ A killer is a killer, is a beast?A dinner party for the weakAnd all the victims a feastInvitation? No, need.Shows with no one, it's a schemeUnprotected, unseen, I can't speak for youbut I can for me, I'm lovedIn all the worst waysFragile, secure & back stabbingPlease, you have been chosen& O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/975883/ I admire your candor I really do…But the weather is inclement and so are youThe walls and streets are crumbling slowly all around meWords cannot explain my imprisonment of improvised excitementThe words I speak are impersonal to my earsMy actions are quaint & mercifulMy life has become pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972836/ Overwhelmed? Possibly, notThe feeling of erosionContortionist of ones mindApologetic, or nothing at allCaught in the cross fire of another lieRehabilitation, deniedAccepted, except there's still no acceptanceSpiraling out of a depression Unwinding into a lifeA life, built off a lie?Silence, it's bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972835/ I have a fascination with murders, the killers, but more often the victim. Elizabeth Short 7/29/1924 - 1/15/1947 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972833/ This one it's based on my g-grandfather's abuse on my g-grandmother, ""Quick, hide me beneath the floor boards" he wouldn't put her there, but he would put her away in different areas of the house. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972830/ Circa 2004. I felt silly that I even kept this, it's not very good at all, but it might inspire someone or something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972829/ It’s so still outsideThe trees move bitterly to a slight breezeUnknown to the human eyeUnsettling to the touchI’m an experienced user of a drug called “life”It’s filled with spite and makes you feel contriteIt’s a needle poking into skinThrough a hid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972506/ I haven't yet started Part I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972503/ I was admiring a lot of Hans Bellmer dolls and staying at the hospital with my grandfather at the time I wrote this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972496/ I'm an experienced userOf a drug called lifeIt's feeled with spite & Makes you feel aliveIt's a needle poking into skinThrough a hidden silence let's beginThe fast paced way of livingIs now a comfort of satisfactionIt's a lost soul within two worlds& The pain is neverendingIt's made of nothing but l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972309/ Once upon a timeIn a disgusting lifeA life of substance & liesIn a place far from paradiseIn their mind they're where they need to beI should choose --Everythings cold...I want to touch the building of reliefI'm sure if I could reach I'd touch the tallest beamInhuman, majestyMutated, skinless fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972308/ Childhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972306/ When the wind feels youngAnd you feel as if you're free againThe ozone layer is closing in Hard to say where you stand againHard to see what you've becomeWithin age and time things will never be the sameThe cigarette smoke from your guardians mouth Is now your cancer going in and outThings that you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972302/ Betrayal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972300/ Impatience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972294/ Late afternoon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972293/ Wesley Newton Sweeney B. Jun. 16, 1924 - D. Aug. 17, 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972292/ Circa 2005, I would have been 15. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972291/ I'm not sure what inspired this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972289/ I was waking up and it rattled around in my head for a few minutes and then I wokeup and started to write it all down. It's not perfect, but I thought it was a little inspiring, I love morning-time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArielOlivia/972288/