http://slow.writerscafe.org/RochelleRoberts The original writings of author Rochelle Roberts en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113433 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You hold your lachrymal vase To my eyes, Let my tears flow down into it. This place is a lachrymator, Curse it! Curse that what makes These pearls burn like fire On my face. This place is so deadly. Deadly. This place is ever so deadly. The catastrophic truthOf mortal life .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RochelleRoberts/1060595/ I have dreams Of fantastical scenes, Where melting clocks drape Like a Dali landscape.  I have dreams That melt the suns beamsAnd shadows the moon Until the month of June.  I have dreams Where all is not what it seems, Where hands are trees And butterflies are bees.  My dreams are Saf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RochelleRoberts/1049148/ You feel Alone And in the dark.  You hate Yourself And all those around you.  And I wish I could help In some way But to Unlock your Mind Is to let All that resides Inside.  A Pandora's box Of misery And self harm.  But the Only Way to Heal is to Start on The inside.  T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RochelleRoberts/1047234/ A story of possessive love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RochelleRoberts/1047218/ A poem of self acceptance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RochelleRoberts/1046011/ The headaches That invade my Mind Are such that I cannot amount to Any type of Decent thought.  The headaches Are like sharp Nails being Forced Roughly into all angles Of my skull So it appears I have a crown of Nails.  I can feel The blood And it PoursLike a never ending Ocean of crimson... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RochelleRoberts/1046005/ This sublime moment Will last for a life time. If feels like golden light With them by my side. The wind catching my hair And the haunting chills Of yesturdays song.  But time never stands still In this infinate emptyness. I feel blissfully at peace With the suffocating silence. They take my ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RochelleRoberts/1046001/ Its a poem about two people who are far away from eachother but are brought together by diffusing light which is a metaphore for the sounds that are created when playing a guitar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RochelleRoberts/1045059/