http://slow.writerscafe.org/VivianPSmith The original writings of author Webbers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779852432 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is love,Supposed to feel like?Well I have no idea.A gentle hand caressing,My pink blushed ear.Wraps around my waist.Calloused hands hold me,In a soft, careful way.Scared to shatter me,Or for me to be taken away.I am just a poet.He is a hard worker,How did we end up together?I have no idea.I don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130396/ You think it's funny?You think it's cool?I think it’s stupidAnd I think it's cruelYou say it doesn’t matterYou say I’m overthinkingBut it feels like something heavyThat just keeps sinkingYou call it harmlessLike it’s barely even thereBut I can feel it in the silenceLike a wei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130312/ I choose to bleed every day.In high hopes of getting away.Leaving everyone behind.I’m sorry to everyone who was kind.Simply being enough wasn’t enough.I love you, but life's just tough.I’m too weak to power through the pain.And in my mind every sunny day has rain.You just pull out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130311/ *Implied SH* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130310/ Is grass green?Is the sky blue?You may thinkThis poem isA cheesy lovePoem for someoneSpecial to me.But genuinely,This is just meQuestioningMy insanity.Is anythingReally real?Am I fake?Or are you?Or are bothOf us fromThe sameApple tree?Apple doesn'tFall far fromThe treeOr maybe itDoesn't fall at&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130309/ In this momentIts either yield or yellTo choose bark or biteOr hold back in yourselfYou may forgive Never truly forgetOneself needs to acceptThat mistakes are madeAnd receivedOn both endsSo in the endNobody is in the wrongSomeone is guiltedBy their own songSomeone is hurtAnd by the endThey reun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130189/ Everything I touch wants to disappear, even the air.So I sit slowly suffocating on emptiness.Nothing to hold onto to steady myself.Everything I know just dissipates.By a simple touch, all is gone.So therefore the world is at my fingertips.I could leave my print painted on the earth.I won’t, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130134/ So I told him, I have been wounded in the past.Wounded to a point of no repair, just regret.I was so daggered by someone's doing that I bled.Though I didn't realise I was bleeding in front of, In front of a shark.I didn't realise he could smell my bleeding, rotting wounds.I was so blind that I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130133/ Hurt people, hurt people.But they cannot wound you,Any longer,When you stand and walk,Far from their,Bleeding soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130132/ What is love, if not sacrifice?Hold the sweetness in your mouth.While the bitter burns down your throat.Let your mascara smudge, and your lips.Tongue down your throat, holding your words.Nothing to say when a hand wraps around your neck.Squeezing the air from you and caressing your skin.It's a doubl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130130/ If I was to weather, would I be a calm sunny day?Or mid ocean rage with salt strung throughout the air.The damp breeze after the rain, grass is jewelled by waterdrops.Would I be the thunder in the clouds, grey and seamless.Though I could maybe be the lightning, fast, memorable.Would I be a sea of li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130125/ I am more than the hands which guide me.More than the fingers that'll never reach me.And when I die and my feathers fall,I will arise and in my body at dawn,You will find nobody else in there,Not even my own tortured soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130066/ In my own home, I feel like an imposter.Like a crack in the mirror that won't disappear.So you punch it and break it till there's no more.I think I am like the pieces on the bathroom floor.And they yell and scream, their faces red.They're spitting saliva onto my face.Through this I remain still and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130037/ WARNING- Mature themes and mentions/description of SA http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130036/ Hands that never learned to hold.These hands were tainted in soft neglect.Not the kind that leaves you starved and fighting for your life.The kind that slowly sends poison through your eyes.So soon their lids begin to droop, they drift.Floating aimless through a void, an absence of a heart.In the em.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130035/ What if when the sky rains, it reaches the graves.And in a little tombstone, is a young soul.One that left this world far too soon.I wonder if they’re cold, if their lips are blue.They're only so big, their hands still so small.What if their little toes are shivering?Teeth chattering and their.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130034/ I love you for infinity.It's a cruel promise.I've made it before.I'll make it again.Nothing ever lasts.So why promise,Forever?Nobody lives long.Some don't live,At all.People sometimes,Just merely exist.Being told infinite.Is a white lie.Told to all by all.Being struck,By love.Can hurt the most.Love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130033/ How empty the air feels without your laugh.Sounds so unoriginal,It's in every poem about missing someone dear.But they have absolutely no idea.How much you truly mean to me.Like oxygen and the need to breathe,That's how important you are, I need you.Undeniably you're something I cannot live without... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130031/ A murder of crows,That's what they're named.Their sleek night coat,Of delicate untouched feathers.Not touched, never been loved.Soaring through the,Contrasting sky.Quite the opposite from them,Their dark nature.In themselves, a group,Called a flock of killers.Which never particularly,Not even close,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130030/ Skin made of saltLacquered in hate,Soaked in a distaste.A preference,That doesn't,Particularly,Go their way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130029/ A hunger that isn't mine.It doesn't burden my bones,It just holds a quiet sorrow.And the hunger doesn't reach,Nor does it grasp for me.Hiding in my organs,Buried in my blood.It hides from something,Something circling above.Though it keeps me full,Whilst yearning for fuel.The hunger runs but stays.It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130028/ Love is a game.I am a loser.Trying to breathe,With sweat sliding.I am a player in the game,Participate but never place.If love is a game,I think I'd like to stop playing.Put me on the bench,Foul me or take me away.Keep me locked in a cell,One that's cold, And reeks of lonely.Love is a game,Does.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130026/ Shaking hands light a soggy cigarette.One drenched in salty tears.So when you breathe in smoke,It bites back in your mouth.Denim shorts soaked,Laying down in the middle of the road.It's raining, stinging your eyes.You don't close them though,The pain is company when you're alone.Sparks die out in wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130025/ I started to burn.You indulged in my warmth.Let your hands heat,In my flames.Added gasoline on the wound.Blew hard and harsh.I couldn't believe it.It was true.Watching me burn and crackle.Just to stay warm.To be comfortable in a field of frost.When we could've held each other.You lit me on fire, I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VivianPSmith/3130024/