http://slow.writerscafe.org/queensonvia The original writings of author queensonvia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033837 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I see youAll of me goes numbFrom headTo toeAnd a wispy tornado of butterflies swirls in my stomachFunny.This happens not onlyIn our sensual momentsMore so in everyday lifeWith every gesture unique to youMy heart  e x p l o d e sSparks spread in my bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/1002137/ My love for you...Oh yes, that love I feel growing every dayThat love that seeps intoevery smile and laugh,every gesture and thoughtOh yes, that love...which I can barely come to describe...But that does not mean I cannot try.My love for you is more than that of the ocean waves and the sandy sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/982853/ I see you thereAnd don't think I have forgottenYouBehind that wall of iceFreezing to the touchI haven't everNot even onceErased you from my memoryI don't have toYou are always thereWatching meJudging meEven avoiding me as I avoid youYou are my twinMy sometimes ugly My sometimes beautifulMy some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/978502/ I saw a bird today.It was a bird struggling to flyAnd not too long ago I was that birdThat same bird stuck in a gust of windUnable to take full control of myselfUnable to rip away from the currentBeing thrown in different directionsNot even sure which way was up or down, right or leftYet I didn't ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977634/ Pieces of me,Falling awayUntil I am nothing...Nothing, they sayTry so hard,Try as I may,I cannot ignore,I'm compelled to obeyBro kenFrac turedSh at te redI stay...While pieces of me keep falling away... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977631/ All I'm dreaming,All so gleaming,Such a mystery,All no meaningAll to real,All I feel,In great pain,All can healAll light,All fight,No bark,All biteAll in heart,All fall apart,A lot on mind,All ready to startAll I see,All I could be,Out of reach,All is freeAll you take,All just fake,Still asleep,Afte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977630/ Before the human took its first breath, animals lived in harmony in vast, cool forests of the northern regions. The animals had easy and relaxing lives during the day. At night, peaceful silence stretched itself over all the land, promising sleep to creatures, big and small. Of these inhabitants, Br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977628/ The explosion of pain in my body as punches and kicks are hurled at my gut, attempting to change the fibers of my being.Yes, I chose this.The isolation and rejection and being pushed away by the people I most dearly love and thought loved me too.I also chose this.The icy grip fear holds on my heart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977626/ Roxane ~You cannot comprehend that it is a love like no other.I would paint the skies for you.I long to sing although no music not could match the song in my heart.You must understand - a person reaches insanity once they are merely grazed by true love.It was never meant to harm but hearts have been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977624/ I am from cedar fences, the coolness of grass against my bare feet, from getting stuck in apple trees and enjoying nature's candy, the honeysuckle.I am from dripping ice cream and running through sprinklers, from races with my brother in the blazing sun and catching fireflies by moonlight.I am from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977621/ If we could slow andstop.Why don't you look?There are the concrete smiles,but for now look beyond them.Some part of us wasalive.Some part of me stillwishes.I know you don't.We could have been.Absolutely not.If not you should haveopened your mouth.I believedonce.Don't think you're theonly one.I can't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977616/ You fear the dark.I fear judgement.You fear tall heights.I fear persecution.Yet, I shouldn't have to.I live my life in fear.Afraid of passersby.Afraid of friends.Afraid of family.What if they see me?Who I am.Not who I pretend to be.I am envious of you.You live a normal life.A life where you can be o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977610/ Leaves fall and they die.Flowers wilt, they also die.Trees rot into Earth,Dying from the inside out.Then we humans die.All humans care when we die.Who cares about trees?Why be sad when leaves perish?Why cry for flowers?Does not one think about them?I think that we should.Ask me and I say we should. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977606/ Words flying by,Behind my very eyeCan't write down all I think,Every little syllable lost in a blinkWrite down whatever comes to mind,What in the world could I possibly find?An animal that has four stomachs: a cowOk, why the hell did I just write that? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977602/ Obsessive compulsive.Lying flick of fire,Eyes are burnt; In need of stitchesDon't you notice?Hand pressed,Clutching back melting desire,Floating ashes; my remaining feelDon't you understand?Sit and frozen lungs,Pound to the beating,No reply from the inside; Horror ripping holeThat's right, you don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977599/ Today.Dripping from your mouth,Diamond sparkle; soft love,Returned gaze; fluorescent heart,Wake with orbs bright, glistening,Wet with lost addiction.I talk.Difference in language speaks,Alert thoughts; sheepish moves,Tickled hope; slow reality,Watch, wait, wonder, want, wish.Join me in slumber,I'm l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977593/ Haiku 1Beautiful flowersPurple petals spread so wideAn elegant gownHaiku 2Flowers' pure colorsWaving hello to the worldDancing in the windHaiku 3Some have yet to bloomThose flowers will be most brightJust waiting their turn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977591/ The golden swan,How she glistens in the light,Her beauty above those all around herThe golden swan,How she lifts her head up high,Not to listen to those all around herThe golden swan, How she weeps in silence,Concealing her tears from those all around herThe golden swan,How she spreads her wing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977589/ If you want the stars,I'll give you the night skyIf you want to feel the wind,I'll give you wings to flyIf you want a sunset,I'll give you the eveningIf you want a sunrise,I'll give you the morningIf you want to feel love,I'll give you my heartIf you want to have meaning,I'll give you your partIf yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/queensonvia/977585/