http://slow.writerscafe.org/beckster95 The original writings of author Rebecca en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006497 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A sort-of Rant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1001020/ I dont wanna hear another sad story,But its all I know.I don't want to lose anyone,But I can't live with them. I don't want to be depressed,But I hate being happy.I don't want realism,But I need to know where I am-where the world is. I don't want to forget,But I despise remembering. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000943/ Time's colloquial breezy inhalesOf memoriesAnd exhales of lingering painBring forth reminiscing talesOf trodden hearts and Jaded minds and wandering souls. Casting winds of fury and storms of rage, Generous warmth and calming seas,It meanders in the eternal,Calling our names,Seductive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000938/ The echoes escaped his lipsDrawing nearer to the darkEmbracing capsules of time-Sheltering them for future hidden souls and passions of youth-And sending shivers down my spineWith every fluid breath we gave and took.Our bodies heavedOur eyes sighedOur hands recieved the given lightThat only another .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000937/  Dripping from our lips Our lies told of gloriesAnd hid away our fears. Our eyes swept into our mindsDazzling rays and swarms of color; whispers of the pastAnd prophecies of the future; Secrets proclaimed and truths uncovered; Bodies revealed and observations stored awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000936/ My eyes drip with fluid rivers of endless love Freely flowing down, To the embers of the warmed heart you touched and held. I sit patiently, awaiting the day when the sun arises anew and the ground sleeps in a Blanket of white And the inviting coolness seeps into m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000935/ Your terse coils snake around my neck, Your looming sculpture rests in the shadows of An encased mind. Your sweet venom drips From a devilishly toothy grin In the plastic IV bag-A velvet sunset coursing through my veins. The echoes of your faint laughter Awaken a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000934/ Tell me one more time how you love me in that shirt, how blue my eyes are, that you think I’m cute.Tell me one more time You want more pictures of me, to come visit you in the throws of summer, how you want to f**k me.Tell me one more time the tragic story of your growing up, the things that y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000932/ Let our laughter Spray rays of sunshine at the midnight hour and erase from our memory Tomorrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000931/ I can’t remember if I cried when your soul wrapped Around my frail neck And when your words lost their golden worth (Yet I continued to cling to them because you were my Oxygen... Or maybe heroin).No, the empty waters That rained upon my cheek Came flooding later-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000930/ Because I'm made of oceans deep,Sunsets nigh,bittersweet tales of creative sloth,And honey-nectar sweetened love.Because I'm made of black curtains in a darkly lit room:Pens scribbling away at blank canvases;Wasting away in the bliss of a grey rainstorm;Listening to the pitter-patterOf crisp droplet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000929/ I let waves of the jumbled mix of Notes and lyrics wash over me. Cool to the touch, They burn my shivering skin with etches of memories And emotions that sketched graphic lights into my heart, embedded in my lost (or is it hidden?) Soul.I wish you were here.But-The patterns that rule my flesh would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000928/ Im consumed. With you.All I think,Feel,Know,Desire,Is the omnipresent message of how I wish you were here. I long to relive our memories-cool and darkened April nightsWhen I would sneak outTo be greeted by your presenceAnd enveloping smile.Where time completely freezesAnd I'm warmed by you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000927/ If we didn’t have war, then we wouldn’t have to have families torn apart by death or distance.If we didn’t have war, we wouldn’t have millions of men and women staring down at us from the indigo sky.If we didn’t have war, we wouldn’t be a country with loads of deb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000926/ Inspirations loosely Hang on A depressed person like Tattered clothes On a tattered skeleton http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000925/ Made from amber ashes aglow, our lithe bodies writhe in a rush of lust: Your hot breath on my tingling skin soft lips playfully biting Ridges and curves-mountains and valleys of my quivering bones.The devil’s grin plastered on your face, as the erotic, fiery desire dances in your ravenous eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000924/ Your memories Drain fluidly-Moonlit-covered pictures Dancing in my head. Once sparse details. Now, echoes from Summer breezes and Blanket conversations.I escape your fleeting glimpse In the crowded grey halls With clouded grey faces.If only your sultry voicebox would send loving intonations and Vibr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000923/ Sunlit-bitten, and wind-sewn, I rest on the shadows of Songbirds who keep singing and delicately whisper the wind’s love songs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000922/ That feeling I get…When my fingers dance on ebony and ivory keys and produce a soothing rhythm that resonates in my core; Or when the excessive amounts of raindrops roll down the windowpanes-tracing a crytal maze on the cool glass; Or when I lay on a blanket in the hot sun, soaking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000921/ Calloused, weathered hands Grip onto whispers Of hushed lips and darkened, Crystalline eyes, Searching For moonshine smiles And moonlit tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000919/ Mind unraveling Thoughts all scattering Head is spinning Can’t keep livingRestless nights Darkened frights Wake me with A thirst to writeFalling down Screams with no sound Hands are shaking Confidence breakingLies rewritten Tongue-bittenGraves .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000918/ Light,Sheer, luminousShocking,revealing,visualWarm, comfortable, thoughtful, oddMysterious, wonder, aweHidden, MisjudgedNight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000916/ When you kissed me, I saw the stars in your eyes; I saw the comets soaring by; I saw the sun’s burning intensity; the planets all aligned; the cosmos all arranged; and I beheld millions of worlds and thousands of galaxies…When you kissed me, I saw a whole nother universe in your eyes- I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000914/ I wish it were Decemeber.I miss your arms hooked around my waist.And your lips meeting mine.And your smile only inches away.And your eyes. I miss your eyes.I wish it were December. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000912/ Blackened branches Hanging low Reaching crooked arms Of a nature giant, Standing hunched in Torrential wind, As feathery greens that laceTheir tough, thickened skin Grasp at dusty remnants Of shattered words That hang In the crisp air-Like a limp body Tet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000910/ Arms wrapping Lips pressing Tongues sliding Hands wandering Hearts skipping Eyes meeting Smiles playing Knees shaking Pores sweating Breathing heavy Minds anxious Nerves excited Senses exploding Skin touching Fingers rubbing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000909/  Cut, Slice Smoothly SlideThin Steel Soft SkinNo one knows The pain within. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000905/ “I’m bored.”Her long, strong, piano-enriched fingers pluck away at the tiny buttons on the old phone and send him the quick message. She glances up at the cars whizzing by at her right, clutches the walmart shopping bag in her left hand, and slides the phone into the abysmal pocket.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000904/ When my love, you’re lonely, I’ll be your friend. We’ll laugh at silly, trivial things, And then speak of other-worldy designs.When, my love, you’re sad, I’ll be there to dry your tears. Wrap my arms around your aches and pains, ans love them until they evaporate.When, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000902/ Are my screams in the night - rolling bodies convulsing in climactic joys and rising heats of previously doused passions with song notes exploding from depths of throats and handprints etched into trembling skin- not enough satisfaction? Is my patience- as a cooling lavendar mist in the clearin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckster95/1000900/