http://slow.writerscafe.org/Yheela The original writings of author Yheela en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986622 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You know when no one gives a s**t. And you're there all alone. Looking stupid with your exciting news that no one listens to. Trying to keep that happy smile on your face, because god knows you can't let them see you cry. So you pretend that you never intended to talk to anyone. You just walk r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1840449/ someone in the corner of my eyemade me turn aroundyour smile had me fallingheadlongclueless you turned to gaze in my directionyour words were balm to my earsyour language was foreign to mesoft and caressingall others disappearedonly you remained in my worldmy words tumbled from my tongueincomplete s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1780611/ Our eyes meet. Over cups of coffee. Standing on the street. Your collar turned up to protect you from the cold. A bashful smile. We look away. Try to listen to the one we’re with. My mittens soaking up the heat from the paper coffee cup. It becomes a game. Who will catch the other look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1715202/ if this wasn’t my life, I would travel. perhaps by train, to the Mediterranean, or maybe by plane, to the Caribbean. only bringing a change of clothes, my passport and my straw hat, buy the rest when I get there. a small hotel, a few rooms, with white curtains billowing in the wind, overlookin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1686259/ The first time he was blonde with bright gray eyes, cool and wonderfully cynical. My matches weren't enough, his corners weren't even singed. Me, I burned my fingers more than once.The second time he was blue-eyed and laughed at life. I only needed one try, it crackled and glittered. A sparkler that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1486138/ like the pieces of a puzzlemy body made into being by your handsbreaking apart in ecstasycarefully reconstructed  we play the game over and over mapping each other’s countries erasing boundaries drawing new lines in the sandhush now babylet your hands do all the talking taking me over the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1479751/ it’s only when you break mewhen your words cut deepthat I believe myself alive unless the blood flows from my bodyI can’t see how I’m alive true love is painright? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1479709/ The light outside is too bright, but I can't find my shades and I'm late for work. Cover up my pale face slather on foundation and rouge, draw black circles around my eyes, mess up my lipstick by guzzling cold coffee.My new skirt is covered in cat hair, my last cle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1421288/ he's laughing I let the sound fill me blocking out everything else my tongue moistens my lips a taste of wild strawberries we sit side by side his warmth flowing into me long blonde hair flutters in the wind in front of his face he laughs my lips want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1352034/ Snow-blind between the galaxies. I bend space-timeto be close to you. But my water isn't enough for your desert to flower.They speak to me. With red-colored lips they explain the laws of physics. Mylipstick isn't red enough and I don’t have bright blue eyes. Mine are as green.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1351351/ I can't remember a time when he wasn't the centre of my world and if I think about this it should make me feel less than I do but I have no reference to life without him it's as if all my previous memories have been wiped from my mind and replaced by an image of him and all his heavenly glory and my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1339278/ Therain drenched her as she watched the bus speed away, if she hadn't tripped onthe stairs she'd be on it, on her way to him, a new life. Turning backhome, feeling the water squish and slop in her shoes wasn’t anything she lookedforward to, but she had to call him. Maybehe'd co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1337632/ I watch herwalking in the corridorstalking to her friends daydreaming by the lakeI remember herhere beside metelling me everythingsharing her dreamsI want hermore than anythingher hand in minea forever afterI watch herwalking with himchoosing himloving himMy chained heartwill always lovea .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1323125/ #fuckcancer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1312569/ it's all a lie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1312076/ Dark mid-winter night Ice cold stars up high give light Silent trees stand guard Two entered One came out White snow, red hands Secrets kept http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1300846/ (My life's a piece of cake)Math class, empty faces, equations to solve. The teacher droning on about something or another, who cares about this anyway. I'll never solve any of his problems.Outside the jocks and the cheerleaders play at real life, the every ongoing drama of who's done who and "you do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1242138/ I never think of us during the day. Everything around me effectively drowns out the memories, the images and mental videos I've collected in my mind. My mum would tell me to clean my flat, remove everything that reminds me of you, but you're in the walls, and nothing short of moving would rid me of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1201258/ HereI am, standing right in front of you, in the dark. Multicolouredlights swirling in the smoke above our heads, Ican no longer hear the music. Yourwhispered words are all that echo in my head, brokenrecord on repeat. Howcould you say all those things, almostpr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1165046/ The Company Type of the Azure Dagger shall rise when the Spider is broken and song becomes silence. The Spear of Sorcery shall be lost until the sun is eclipsed in the Chalice. In the Labyrinth of Omens, when the sun is eclipsed in the Hydra, the Night Walker shall esca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1109861/ burning nucleusright in the solar plexusyour knife the lungs deniethe voice airsilent scream tears flowsolar flareselectromagnetism crackling kissesyour hands everythingrevolves around you  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1104439/ cutting paper into thin stripsbored out of my mindyou're sleeping far away in some fancy hotelI wish we didn't have that fightI wish you would have kissed me goodbyeI wish I wasn't such a cowardbecause then I'd call you right nowtell you I'm sorryask if we should give it another tryand you'd te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1101561/ frost covers the heart when your long fingers slowly let go of my hand. your confidence that you''ll return before the snow has melted is almost offensive. how would I recognize you without your winter coat. and how will you find me when my tracks melt. if you take one more step into the blizzard yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1098201/ his profile in the darkness makes my heart tremble. nowhere to escape, trapped in the corner of a shabby nightclub. all the little bubbles of alcohol swimming in my blood, disappear and leave me utterly sober. the others' faces flicker past in the night, their conversation without content and I keep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1098193/ come darling, help me forget what lies between the two of us. kiss my neck, caress my back. we don't care that the flame has died, tonight, none of us get burnt. turn out the light, pretend you love me, dawn is still far away. whisper her name if you have to, we can pretend my hair is brown and my e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1098192/ you hesitatebefore you answer meare you working lateor are you coming homethere is silence I can't hear you breatheI know you are therefor no one can be as quiet as youa quick "kiss, kiss"and I whisper"I love..."silence is replaced with total emptinessthere's always a "later"waiting for uswhen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1098191/ I do believe in faeries http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1076778/ beneath the skinbehind all nervesyour words carvedto the marrowslowly crushing bonesbody falling apartbeneath the skinno longer any hope http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1067926/ powdered glassthat's what it feels likeveins pulsatinglike red strands of neondipped in deadly glitteryour eyes burn my neckand I wish I had the strength to gocarbonic acid burning my throatshaping realityglimpses of otherstiny tiny tinybubbles distortingwithout a word, you take my handand I fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1060994/ I ain't here because... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1047004/ there's no end to the cuteness that is youthose pretty blue eyesfull of stars and magicI could swim and then drown in themand you would never knowyou laugh at meyour blonde hair sweeps over my faceand my body reacts in ways I've never knownno one else I know wears pink mittensand matching knitted sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1045213/ there is something in her eyes that make me wonderseconds before she looks awayI can read the secrets of the starssee the sun blushing her cheekbehind the curtain of blond hair are bright red lipsthey promised me more than the skyher scent on my handsand the memory of her body against minefills.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1045091/ you're not really a part of my life,yet you fill my days,you make me smileand I some days build my life around you.never has anyone,so very unconnected to me,been more importantand I'm greatful that we've met.    tell it all to me again! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040893/ is this a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare, 'cause I'm checking in to rehab and baby your my disease http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040892/ You know, I thought I had tobuild my life around him, that he was all that I had to have. Failing to do sowould bring terrible consequences, there had to be something bad coming out ofnot putting him at the centre of my life. I dreamt, I wrote, I cried, I starved,I eat, I fell and fell a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040888/ every day i write the list of reasons why i still believe that you exist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040887/ I just know that something's gonna happen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040884/ I find no comfort, zero, in your eyes. I'm left forever thirsty by your kisses, your desert stretches out infinitely. I drag myself out of bed, my body aches, my head hurts. weeks have gone by without me hearing from you, your last words echo through my brain. “I wish for yeste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040882/ there's a buzzing sound in my earsit drownes out your voicemakes me feel dizzyI can't find anything to hold on todemons & angels fight beneath my skinfight for the right to speak through my mouth there's a bright light in my eyesit blinds meand I can no longer see your facemakes me see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040608/ i'm afraid of the dark,the sounds and shapes that are never seen nor heard at dayi scare myself with visions of monsters,both human and other,lurking outside my windowwaiting, just waiting, for me to fall asleep i'm afraid of the dark,the whispers and shadows that seep out of the cornersi scare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040603/ ...getting lost in you again is better than feeling numb... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040598/ what's the point in allt this screaming, you're not listening anyway http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040597/ my prince is valiant,he'd take on the world,I have only to ask. my prince walks with long strides,eating up the ground in his wish to get to me,I have only to wait. my prince has magical eyes,melting my soul with one glance,I have only to dare look at him. my prince is a dream,rose ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040595/ song on repeat. you sing the words to my face. keep on telling me. and i might start to believe you. where you ever anything more than a beat to dance to. was i ever more than a heartbeat to fall in love with. we danced around this pain. this heartbreak. this grand canyon cutting through our dreams... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040356/ I don't want to be a Julietto be forced to sit at a windowwaiting for you to return from your exile  I don't want you to be a Romeoto stab yourself through the heartif I'm no more a part of your world  I don’t want us to be star-crossed loversto burn brighter than.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1040354/ Autumn is singing songs in my head. Summer has gone into hiding under my bed. Winter is sending me postcards from snow capped peaks. Spring is telling me to buy flower buds in heaps.  I paint all the leaves in colours bright.Changing seasons is nothing we can fight.Soon there will be sprinkling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1038769/ When I pack my things I happento tip my tea cup, cold tea runs down thetable and on to my jeans,I look down at the stain and sigh heavily.“Just great." I murmur and graba pile of napkins and try to wipe the worst off."Hey." Marcus’ greetingmakes me look up from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1037308/ there never was anyone else. that heart of yours. covered in black. sang only of one name. and one name only. the pain you carry. must never be seen. for that is the cross you chose to bear. with eyes where the tears ran dry. you look out on to the world. where everyone pretends life goes on. they m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1036943/ it's so humiliating, admitting to myself that it still matters, that you still matter, that there isn't a day that goes by without me wondering about us. thank the maker you can't read my mind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1036942/ How did I get out hereinto the deep dark forest,where the shadows jealously guard their secretsand my careful footsteps sound like thunder. Sometimes I imagine myself being followedbut whenever I turnI can't even make out the path behind me. It's so dark here,I can't tell if it should be s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yheela/1036941/