http://slow.writerscafe.org/rewils10 The original writings of author Raven Wilson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984133 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Smile, you are beautifulNothing compares to the fire in your eyes,The temptation of your lipsWhen they curve up with the summer breezeAs they dance and sing, fresh and free Smile, you are beautifulThe lilting notes of your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/1423488/ My first writing of the new year :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/664155/ Not really a poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/631263/ Every night I record my dayand in the morningI have forgottenEvery night I cry myself to sleepand in the morningI am confusedEvery night I wish to dieand in the morningI am aliveEvery night I pray to regainwhat I lose before I wakemy mindEvery morning I wake to another chanceand for five secondsI am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/630265/ Eat meand you shall never die.Fill your soulbefore mine eyes.Take your fillbut don't be picky.Show methat you are devoted.Say your prayersof mine glory.Show your devotionbut don't be proud.Worship mefind, in me, salvation.Swear to megive me your allegiance.Take from memine divine potion.Hate mewith .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/611674/ Forgive to ForgetThe question is: can I forgive you yet?What you've done,What you've said.Is it worth it to forget?If I harbour this hatred- let it fester and bleedwill I gain the satisfaction I need?will I gain the revenge I seek?Let go and Let live.Forgive to Forget.I just can't forgive you yet.Wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/608551/ The sight before youshows little true nature- a gentle hand- a calm face- a cool demeanorBeneath my skinI feel on firemy eyes dance.If I were free to be the mebeneath my skinwould you look at me as you do nowwith no ugly crease upon your browBeneath my skinare emotions improper.Storms are brewingCou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/608543/ Aug. 31, 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/599073/ She lies thereCurled in a ballOne can only imagine What she dreams ofShe dreams with open eyesStartling irises clouded in a forever dream.A dream only she can see.A dream no one could ever believe.I wish I could see beyond those cloudsThe beauty beneath...Would it astoun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/573223/ You failed to keep me safe from myself.You promised:That you would keep me safe.That I would never cry again.That he would never touch me againThat he could never touch me again.You promised me.You promised:That you would hold me close.That I would never want to die again.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/573216/ Broken hearted flowers grow in the meadows of life.These beautiful blossoms fill the Elysian Fields;Never to be seen by those who created the ideal afterlife.Petals of every color shed tears of sweet honeyto be collected as ambrosia to the Gods.To be drunk, and coveted by the Gods.Fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/573209/ I’m sorry that I’m not perfect.The blade cuts so deep that nothing bleedsCan you see the distress, the pain it causes me?I cannot be everything you want me to.I cannot give all that you need.If you wanted perfection you shouldn’t have asked meIf you wanted protection .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/571158/ I had an argument recently with someone who was trying to force religion upon me and it prompted this work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/571156/ Chapter 3Who am I and who are they? I’m sitting in my room, yes, mine. My room is large and yet small at the same time. The dark black of the walls brings a new level to claustrophobia but at the same time comforts, like I’m in an egg, my room is the soft shell that protects me. Soft.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/560794/ Chapter 2Home? The bed I woke in was soft and a blanket was tucked around me, I lay there in the warmth and thought about what had happened. I had been held, starved, hurt, and healed all in the matter of days. I knew almost nothing of myself save what had been told to me and that one little fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/560793/ Chapter 1Captivity    The blood rushed over my tongue, smooth, welcome. I closed my eyes as the rush of power left my body trembling, Sights filled with visions of what was and what shall be. I feel the familiar ache in my bones to crunch and shape �" to take new form. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/560791/ It really hurtswhen you want something so bad you would sacrifice everything for itand your best friends tell you it will never happenbecause you aren’t “cut out for it”you don’t have “people skills”you suck at everything that it requireseverything it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/559368/ Yet another story I have started and cannot seem to further myself in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/544142/ I know this tends to be a widely overdone topic. But I just reread my favorite Holocaust book, and it inspired me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/544128/ Have you ever closed your eyes and tried to reach the sky when everything made you want to cry? When you were sad your tears felt cold as ice,and the anger brought fire.And the happiness made them glisten like sunlight in your eyes.Have you ever closed your eyes to cry and opened them with a smile s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/534095/ Paint the sky--every star--one thousand tears I've cried.I walk beneath the starswith teardrops rolling down my face,falling to match my quickened pace.I really need to be alone,but even still I'm walking homebecause people are waiting on me.Everyone is relying on me.Always me and never them--every .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/525591/ Her reflection stares back at herher hand reaches out to meet cold glassno warm envelops itThe music in her head cries for herOn the outside she is beautifulbut inside she has diedLike silver rain falling is her melody insideBut no one ever hears itShe draws back her handand whispers to the windno o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/510425/ My name is Anna, well really it’s Annabelle. Call me anything else and you just might wish you could disappear. This is the first time in many years that I have spoken to any one in person, or even really seen another being. I was locked up, Hidden away in a small dark room because of what I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/501683/ You don't have to love me, or like meBut you damn well better respect me.I don't care who you arehow much you makeyour model of car.You are not better than me.You will never be better than me.How I make my money is none of your concernAfter all, how much of your money have I earned?I don't lie about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/500793/ When she finds out her world will fall apart.He's cheating, what else is new?Its the eigth time we've told her, too.She's gunna cry, happens every timeI'm gunna smile as I watch her die inside.We've told her many a timeWhat he does in HIS spare timeBut she always runs back to his "loving" armsAfter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/490357/ How can i be the W***e who is a virgin, or the b***h who is just surviving?When the accuser is a best friend one I thought had gotten me?One I thought I knew to trust even through the s**t and murk,the one I though wouldn't be the jerk that tears my trust and pulls my sides.The one who goes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/468165/ Thrown together in a few minutes from A prompt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/468118/ Silence,leaves fall with no rustlethe world is silent here.Silence,almost frozen,no one smiles here.Silence,the water doesn't sing,emotions are not welcome here.Silence,Here we do not speak,all hearts are organs here.Silence,the world is mute,there is no music here.Sile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/458892/ A lying heart no longer beats,It is crushed beneath my feet.The lies I told and the lies I didn'tmake up nothing but the differenceof who I was and am today.My heart once gold turned dusty grey.My eyes from white to blackened mistMy heart, my soul were never missed.No one knows the d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/457104/ Let me bleedI want itLet me bleedLet me diesay goodbyeI am tired of livingTired of crying,tired of dying.I'm nto lyingjust deciding.Thoughts flying every which waySuch a  hard time describingwhats going on in my mind.Am I crazy? was I blind?Am I different from ym kin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/447928/ I feel weak and depletedI'm not sorry, i'm defeated.I am sick, I am selfishI am hungry, starving, wraithe-ish.I am Poison, I am PlagueI am what you all made.I am me, I am not free,you wouldn't have me any other way.I am docile, I behaveI answer to my name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/447628/ The Lord is my Shepard; I shall not want.He is my salvation, and I lie under him, in his gloryHe maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside still waters.I am the sheperds lamb, warm in his soft embrace, where no longer do I weep for I am in His grace.He restoreth my soul; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/443337/ I am trapped in a room, hidden behind a library’s bookshelf, it is small and there are four other girls in the room with me. We are hungry, its been like this for a few days, but no one complains and the place is still sanitary. We know we are captive and that we are here for a very specific.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/426575/ A sort of sequel to "Her" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/421857/ An experience I won't forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/417839/ Is it wrong to be jealous, with a black heartwith a stare that can put daggers into a heartis it wrong , is it wrong.Is it wrong to be tired and just want a shoulderjust want to rest up, just want to cuddle upbe next to you, to be part of me.you and me baby ain't we kinda messed upwr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/410467/ Shush little baby hear these words, hear mommy talking, soft and sure.Shes gunna tell you a story 'bout blood and shadows and how she bled.How roses and glens are in your head.Shes gunna ask you not to judge, shes gunna hope you hold no grudge,about her story of tragic love.There was a sir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/406966/ Sharp, shining, smooth cut wounds are a trick of the light.Every straight line tells a story of a ragged mind. Slits shining red grin at me,the sight of blood enraptures me,in pain, my heart captures me,in my eyes, it frightens me. Stories of divine pain, the kind that neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/398379/ Pray all you want if we fall there will be nothing and no one to catch us.We're crashing down,we're falling down,the cushions float and you still gloatwhile I'm drowning in the ocean and your eyes are all i see,staring at me.nothing and no one to catch us.You look so dejected, utterly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/396228/ Why are hearts the symbol of love?They gain nothing but stitchesmaybe the needle should be our symbolSo sharp, shining with its wicked tipneedles for fixing, needles for deaththe string is constricting what beats in your chestbut somehow the stitching makes it hurt lessmy heart of stri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/382113/ I'd be happy too if I had youbut I don't, i won't kid myselfwe're never meant to beyou and I, you and meno, I won't fool myself,I myself was never meant to beand because of that knowledge I deluded myselfand the world means nothing to me.I say those words again and againI don't car.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/381733/ In my eyes I can see allthe past, the present, the futureI know it alland I learned it through your blood. Looking back i seethis monster inside of mescreaming to be free your cold dead eyes gaze at me as I turn my back to you,lifeless, frozen I'm looking back at youw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/381727/ A fly caught in honey, stuck in your trapmy little wings brokenmy little feet tiredhoping I can stay here where its nice and warm.Welcoming my death here where it hurts no moreYou must taste like sugar, so warm and sweetIf only I could taste youbut I am close to sleep.Heal this littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/381722/ Poem # 500... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/380369/ I’m not the girl you think I am I’m not the one who says “I can.”Don’t assume you know my thoughts, I’d rather not share my mind tonight.Its private, its mine, alright?Leave me be, let me be meI’m tired of fighting to be free can’t it jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/377483/ And tears turn into water falls as we drag on through the night, as sights and scenes cut clean the heart that had been torn apart. And years fly by and you lose yourself 'cause water flows and everyone knows, your heart was ripped apart. You keep your heart in a box of blue and black and wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/373922/ Why are men so difficultAnd why can’t women seeThat these men are suffocating meA woman cannot breathe!They say we’re free with equal rightsAll I know is I need to fight.Men, men, men all aroundMen who are pulling me down.Still with lower wages and harder to get in,St.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/371041/ Have you ever cried so hard you thought you died inside?Have you ever cried because the world is so wrong?Have you ever cried for no reason other than that you had tears?And have you ever screamed because it felt like you would die if you didn't?I have...and I know that every tear that fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/369016/ Across the barren desertand to the land of snowI love you, you knowbut nothing feels like homeand its so hard to liveand the hardest part of living,well,Its finding breath to stay. Across the barren desertand to the land of snowif you want me to I'll gobut without you,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/368820/ Her skin was white as snow, her hair pure stygian darkness,her heart was broken and cold.This is the tale of snow White, a dead little girl inside with darkness covering her eyes,she is blind.The most beautiful girl in the land, the kindest girl in the land.Is so because she had no ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rewils10/368462/