http://slow.writerscafe.org/Circe The original writings of author Circe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996797 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i buried my bodymy personalitiesautomated thinkingpeople pleasingmy hidden broken heartand set my spirit freeto create any thing the souldreams into life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/2944810/ i watched for the thousandth timethe way jane described that stupid doorpainting to jesse, just hoping thatsomeone would see it like i do- but how can they?each time we create a new perspective,our desire to provocation, thehuman experience running through thistimeline is no linear mystery,a bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/2939274/ raw burning rubberscrape the raceway like tequila rip windpipes in genuine emotionmusic pumps bloodfire to liquid bodyher hair blanketed by warm malaga saltshe drank vapours of minerals flownland and sea, seeking fingers stinging poressudden tremors unlocked lipsclose as a secret, forbidden leg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/2873666/ farewell to old self http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/2832711/ I wish your words were realand come from a placewhere the seas don't part for godand the stars foreverburn in your bonesAnd not from a broken mandrinking away realityand the love he has for himself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1747275/ whether pushed intoor flung of herfree willi close my eyeslook down the well and seeall the facesfloating in thewind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1747269/ i wish i knew if your lovewas as deep as your words,from a distance i'll pretendthat your poems are abouta girl like meheld by clouds and auroras, bending photons, wrists sewn, unsteady ondandelion winds, stardust.calcium..worlds undreamt, listening to waves, pulses of jellyfish, no waythe wild wild.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1740547/ they say these streets are seedy for its dealings,showgirlsand drunkenness,where everyone isa villain at heart- I am notmyself when I'm forcedto be alone,wishing my soul couldcarry me awayfrom the night, sticky with de-sire and the madness inside ofall the chemicalaltering syzygies   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1740002/ life is a story of science-perilousterrifyingfull of possibility.a black holein each of us.the year she left, i waited everyday.the night he hurt me, i lay awake andobliterated.when you were born i wept in disbelief.the first time i met you i was scared, and i saw that you werescar(r)ed, just like m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1724285/ happiness is caressing your hair,peeking into your otherworldlyeyes for seconds at a timebecause they are too brightand knowingand beautiful. ..like your voice in my earand whispers against my throati know happinesss may seemso simple but subtract a singleelement from our formula, perhaps-nothingwou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1684365/ i blewbubblesunderwateron your whiterollingbellyraineda millionstarry madkisses allover your eyebrows, ears,nose,ribs,legs,and wrigglytoesyour gigglesare my everybreathand we sleptwith me holdingyour handundisturbedafternoonbliss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1684353/ when our time togetherhas blurred into a raggedsnapshot of silentdreaming,i'll still remember theamber lightssoft on burning skin-the seafoam in youreyes, sparkly.reflective, lickinga sad smooth face,in case we never metand perfect is an illusioni am not driftingto empty spaces,when your kissesslow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1684337/ the sky was a water crystalupon roaring shores,I thought I coulddie in the iridescence.but you wanted totalk about spending moretime with me and how muchyou're thinking of me.I am everything you likeyou say. if my body werea map of stars, you'd hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1631672/ the snow took hold of melike a lofty cotton blanketit's just that allthe lights that live insidea city could not touch my cavernousheart.i'm walking home in shanghaiand my grandfather would havestayed up latefor me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1630544/ when people say you're beautifulit doesn't mean they wantto share the wonders ofthe world withyouor that theywant real you.they say itto havetheir wayandgo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1630486/ i let my old poetry diethe way you burn off a molethat's been unluckyin bright sunlightand i hadn't missed my past thoughtsuntil i met youcause it's likewe never existed before today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1630372/ .the night is too early for lovebut you are nice to meeven asking for the first kissi could not see your expressionthrough the mistuntil your green eyesbubbling forth like seafoamsearched inside mefortruth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1630357/ I'm no goth or spiritual goddess.in dreams you are a glossy cherubin my armsa sparkling treasureI'll wear the painand keep you afloat like the angelfrom lightfilled waterstaurus on the earthtames the nightI never let you goblood of my bloodI felt your heart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1629501/ stilli come for real momentsto have the eventsmeasure meto find meaning that wasnever therei can't repair space, nor takeback motionthe man was a liethat grew ever biggerby shattering theimageof a womanshe was never beautifulwhen all he wantedwas to have sexwith herand all he could dowas control her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1606557/ there was a cavefull of glowwormsshaping thedarknesswith their beauty.this is wherei want to be,in visiblecoast to cloud.drinkingsilence from notes of winda touch of hairyspine, silky mosscrumbling in gapsi am calm to dyingthe way a chrysalisdivides itself-thenmetamorphisis.it is the body of science.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1390687/ soldieryou are free nowcream of the crophow to define a destiny?in the dirt and mudon frontlinesfaraway terrainsthe dry mountains and the herdershome is on the west coasthome is with angelaan angel.all the sleepless nightsyou stood in protectionfreedom is not free& the water stayed black asparti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1352830/ the damage is in the bonesout of too muchheartand the many lifetimes killing dreamswe are no match for no rulesit hurts.keeper of momentsknowing it was nakedand possiblebut not in any way just to let you love me so bravely http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1350237/ before you rip into meknow that i'd slice myheart to have your heartfor tastebecause i don't believe youor know what faith is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1254963/ with my nightrideflatlining the streetlightsonly timefeels infinite.roar windsheer race machinelocks of moonenclose my eyesend world.earth's gloomheart bucklesmisunderstood passages.speed wolfcaught ona passionate gleamremember hand holdingthe once gloryof being open,face coldtight gripon steeringmy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1252835/ everything is happening and I can’t grasp any of it, the people talk like they care about something. they think she’s so withdrawn. well I’m fucked up. I can’t connect to them. the more they talk the more I fade away. a terror grows inside of me - about the future. of be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1243803/ offroaddirt highwayshome countryheartlands of himtell me another storysomething aboutpeopleand thebonds for lifein servicei'm swellingfrom sunbeamsthe crystals we smokeda happy breathless risethe tough are covered in scarsbut it's nothingon t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1185007/ when i heard about your crash my world frozenothing matters anymoreall the petty disagreementsi take them backall i ever wantedwas a splintof yourstrengthto provethati'm worthyofbeingyourdaughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1184764/ we slid past the sand hillsfalling into dark flatslaughingoff balanceshe asked if we could walk the shoreline to coolie or allthe way to europei dreamed her a sailboat freedomunder remains of bright starsthere were near deaths and i softenlike warm pockets of saltwaterto describethe waitingofyoursel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1184694/ entwined limbstangled hairtrauma wrapped around myheartmeltedwith the uneven skippingof two sore beats,there is no safer place for youthan betweenmyachingarms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1184316/ figure of elegancetouch of curlsher NF eyes bleed your resolvecries at nightlike we dopills and spillsshoulders poised, sophistication.clicking heelsshe animates the roompaints with her lashessearches with her sensesvolcanic forces, ocean caresseswhen i am no stronger, no closerwe enter in the stran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1184300/ your voice is lost to the storm.rain chimes on my dreamchestthe country roadslive in your palmbeautiful soilborn of a bullwatermarks memoryanda path to the starsbillabong birds night songunknown coordinatesthe boys laughterbelongswith the crisp earthy airand stories poured into the rough weedswhere .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1184277/ sound prisms starry rooftopshow far the rings arering-inggcrash meteor miss(ing) fire.dust to life, too high for sleep.the stars visit me where you do notand i'm not holding on this time.moth specks dances with nightcaroling to your cashew eyes*don't forget to wakeon the sunriseout of rubbleghost li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1184117/