http://slow.writerscafe.org/AndreeaDoria The original writings of author Andreea en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229374 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You'd never ask what I love about you and I'd never tell because silence is a thing that we doYou refuse to take things seriously, you let chance govern, you drive me insane and you cure me of the bluesI'm made of words and I think literature saves, you think that's romantic but pitiful and that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreeaDoria/213336/ "This is the most amazing experience of my life and of all the sweet chaos that is reinventing me I can't find the tinniest language-like thing to express...", you wrote to me the first day after we found ourselves and your words made blood rush to my headYour love is white with a touc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreeaDoria/213335/ You fade away in shades of amber in my mindInto oblivion, into the moonInto my impotent silence that cannot fill your voidI'd bleed ink and write you into a poem, so that I can keep you, reread you when I long for you in this solitude that only I am willing to admitBut I refuse to do tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreeaDoria/213333/ My friend, this is to you, this is your poemI owe it to you to tell our story after four years lived in the rhythm of each other’s breath, Measured in the distances between our clutched hands that wouldn’t let go, The numberless countdowns of all the lines we’ve ever walked tog.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreeaDoria/213331/ Here I am, trying to hold on to who I amThrough good weather friends, really just conflicting fits of selfishness Through the disappointment of burning the seasons of my lifeThrough this first spring that didn’t mean anythingThrough memories when it still used to be “blood on blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreeaDoria/213329/ Slightly neurotic, slightly manic-depressive, never really anything,Slightly numb in between and slightly tragic in poems of despair, in poems of fear, in romantic poems of darkness and demonsVoices of silence listening to the sound of my own growth or voices loud as the roar of the ocean’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreeaDoria/213328/ I turn on the TV to cover up the silence, Tired of hearing my own voice beating its head against the wallsAgainst your walls‘I wish I would have never met you’ you said and you were right, I broke your heart in three places to match your noseSomehow the only words that make it ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreeaDoria/213324/ Tell me a story, reinvent the worldMake up a universe to accommodate your dreamsFascinate me, hypnotize meMake me breathe in the rhythm of your voice, Make me live in the labyrinth of your wordsTell me a story, shut the world outShow me your gods and your vision And make me believeSh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreeaDoria/186538/ I feel like I’m sitting on the edge of time again, stunned by the swiftness with which tomorrow becomes yesterday, wondering how the f**k I grew up so fast from green-eyed hopes of changing the world, to black and blue dreams of running away, to red and black verbal violence, to the violet bal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreeaDoria/186534/