http://slow.writerscafe.org/dianaowen The original writings of author Diana Owen Busy with Life BBS! en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974465 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   Let the darkness take over your heart. Let it in ~ Let the darkness seep in to your skin. Let it consume you~ Let the darkness devour your soul. Let it take you~ Let the demon control the mind. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/230673/ This is graphic, a poem about suicide. It is not about me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/223338/ I wrote this one a long time ago, and I lost it... today I found it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/207289/ Could you love my dead heart for it is tattered and torn. Could you look in to these soulless eyes, and see past this pain. Could you lay in to these useless arms and not feel the cold. Could you want this decomposing body as it slowly decays? Could you hold on to feelings that have rotted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/204088/ I am a puppet I move by these stringsYou can make me dance and make me singAll you have to do is pull my stringsI will do just about anythingI am a puppet there is no doubtYou can dress me up and take me outShow me off to your closest friendsThen put me back when the evening ends.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/191600/ Look in to these souless eyes.Can you tell if it’s truth or liesI draw you in with promises of  lustJust one kiss and you will trustMy darkness will penetrate your soulEach step that you make will be under my controlIt won’t be to long before you findThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/189208/ Time can only erase so much pain. Tears can wash away only so much deceit. Words can chase away only so much hate. A band aid can only cover so many wounds. This heart can only bear so much breakage. This body can only handle so much abuse. These hands can only hold so many b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/188076/ It is a sense of impending doom.  A spine tingling chill, that will penetrate you to the core. It will not discriminated against you. It will take you without remorse. Leave you quaking in fear. pleading for mercy. Begging for one more c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/184012/ Closed in by a darkness, a bleak coldness that Consumes me, dragging me under eating away at this old bitter heart. This pain is unbearable As I scratch at the wall with tattered nails. Please release me from this hatred That holds me in this static state. For I have dwell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/183888/ If I could trade yesterday I would have never let you walk away If I could trade yesterday I wouldn’t have said those words to you If I could trade yesterday I would have tried to make you see If I could trade yesterday I would have showed you what you meant to me If I could t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/181037/ Sleep with me Time is all we need Another call from home You will leave me by myself Won’t you just stay It isn’t much to ask There isn’t much she can give you Here is where you belong My love is what I offer Even though you always leave http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/181015/ It is a lonely whisper upon the wind. An empty glass of bottled sin. A hunger that crawls beneath your skin. A lust that consumes you from deep within. It is a craving so strong it eats you whole, as it slowly devours your soul. It is a sudden urge to lose control. A f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/179543/                                         I never thought there would be a time that you would be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/179110/                                         Words that can cut deeply Only one is needed to hurt Ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/178660/ A torrential down pour. As crimson pools in puddles. Screams thunder through the night. flashes of life waming away. A vampire swathed in a blood bath of his own making. His laughter swells like a tsunami tumbling past his lips in waves .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/177664/ Pigs can fly with magical wingswhile lynyrd skynyrd sings.Monkeys jump from banana swings.There are some of the crazy things, that often dreams bring. Brad Pitt nude only wearing a hatholding a bag full of pink and blue cats.Paris Hilton as she eats herself fatindulges on tofu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/174851/ If only I could be, your everything. If only I could be, the one. If only I could make you love me. If only I could have seen, What It was that I was doing to you. If only that I knew, that pushing you away, would only break my heart,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/174708/                                         I loved you through thick and thin. I loved you through s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/172993/ A Available: No A - Age: 37A - Annoyance: long lines and lying people. B - Best Friends: My husband, kids and momB - Bed: full size (I like it close)B - Birthday: Dec 3C - Celebrity Crush: Brad Pitt and Trace AdkinsC - Car You Drive/Want To Drive: Hyundai Elantra/Mustang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/172962/ Listen to the sound of misery, an agonizing sound so mournful The angels weep. Look at the face of sorrow a look so pitiful that the angels weep. Feel the hurt of the unforgiven , so painful the angels weep. Watch as the chosen falls so unbelievable the angels weep.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/168851/ It seem right at the time, no one would know. Just one little taste. Just one little taste, is what cost me my heart my dignity, as visions of her face haunt my memories. The pain in her eyes as my own betrayal reflects back at me, reminding me of my moment of weakness, a moment of lus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/168743/ Sleep induce memories from a long ago past. Has taking me down a lonely path. I cry to the sandman as he laughs From above, like my pain and misery is his orgasmic love. Please oh please leave me be, these visions that hammer so endlessly. My mind is exhausted from all this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/165435/ Death whispers at my doorit's essence pemeate my being.Come hither he calls.Death wanders around my soulIt beckons my worth, he lingers onmy hoplessness, preys on my weeknessDeath knows my name, he knows my hell,Death wants me... But still I fight...Death can't have me yet.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/160810/ Lonliness embraces me, On most days I cry, Still I continue down this long path That takes me no where fast Besides this hopelessness that haunts meEvery day of my life.Your memories fill my every second Only to remind me that you are gone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/146114/ You are standing there but you look right through me.I speak but you do not answer.My foot steps make no sound.If I had a heart it would be breaking.I long to touch you, but If i try my handwould pass through you. My nearness is just a chill in the nightI feel tears but they do not fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/143498/ (Before you read my first chapter please be adviced that this is a first draft, there is many typo's and errors in it. The reason I didn't correct them is because I tend to rewrite and rewrite until it perfect then I get bored and not go on to the next chapter. So i refuse to go back and change any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/132286/ This one was only written for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/126926/ Her Tear drops fall like acid rain,as she looks at herself through soulless eyes. A simple life, of happiness lost through temptation.Whispers of promise lured her, now death surrounds her. The hopes and dreams she use to have scattered to the night windsnow nameless faces ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/126711/ It wasn't me who made you cry.It wasn't me who told you lies. It wasn't me who brought you pain.It wasn't me who left you stained.  It wasn't who who played those games.It wasn't me who called you namesit wasn't me whose hits you took.It wasn't me with the dirty looks. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/126210/ I sat with my feet dangling from the bridge, staring down into the dark bleak water. Visions of my life floated on the surfaces, desolate pictures of a shattered existence. I longed for an end to my pain and suffering. I prayed for the end. I prayed for death, anything to leave this world behind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/123733/ Night Controls my life,It's a cold that surrounds my blackened heart.A dreamless state throughout the day.A hunger that does not subside.It's my own hatred that consumes me,This hell is my world. I am not alive, but undead.My sould is damned to enterin to eternity.I walk thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/122692/ This is a little sappy. I wrote it a while back when me and my husband (then my boyfriend) were fighting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/118533/ I am your darknessI am your lie.I am the creature that lives deep inside.... I am your hate.I am the fire.I am the fuel that you desire.... I am the fog inside of your head.I am the monster that lives under your bed... I am the tears that make you cry.I am the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/117791/ Your beauty summons me....It calls to me from the dark recesses of the night..I hear your call and succumb to the husky resonance of your voice..It beckons to me.. I shiver in expectation,as I follow the enchanting soundsay my name, my phantom loverI long to bask in the warmth o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/117383/ Whispered passions upon the lips. Satin skin hip to hip. The sweetest nectar you ever taste. Our bodies as one, the closet fit. Moans and cries yours and mine.  There's nothing we nedd but this time. Alone at last behind close doors. You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/116678/ They Call me a mystical creature of the night…My powers are absolute…I can bend you to my will….I can purge your life force with my thoughts….You are mine….Your body belongs to me….I will satisfy my blood lust….Love you wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/111360/ i wrote this poem when i was sixteen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/111261/ I watched you walk away for the last time. I watched you hold me back, but no more. I have cried my last tear for you. I have done all that I can. I am done being the one you blame. I am tired of being second. I've loved you enough for the both o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/110992/ She closes her eyes,her heart it does flutter.... The warmth envelopes hereLike the arms of a lover..... She sings a song so sweetand so beautiful..... She holds the world in the palmof her hands,As the wind whispers its words softlyin her ear..... So .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/110594/ This is one of those exersizes I did where I could not change what i wrote once I wrote it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/110371/ This was an exercise where we had to write a story from a line some one else gave us. We had 15 minutes and could not change anything that was written. I hope you enjoy it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/110180/ This is another writing exersize. I enjoyed doing these stories. Remind you that I was not allowed to change anything once i wrote them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/110013/ This was a writing exersize I was doing in a group. the object was that some one gave you the first few words and you had to build a story off of those words, you could not change anything or correct it after you wrote it. this is just one of about eight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/109985/ Each night I watch for you... I know you lurk behind the shadows... I feel your presence. I feel your undying hunger.... My heart beat calls to you.. My life force screams for you To take me... I beg for the night.. I beg for eternity.. Only you can give to me Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianaowen/108614/