http://slow.writerscafe.org/necrolatry The original writings of author violetta york / nicki elle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003275 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Without the ability to write my feelings down, I would be dead. I was always a writer; maybe not a talented one, but it helped me very early on to cope with everything that was ever hurting me. It was a subliminal friend. I had friends growing up, but now as I age they are very rare to find, ever mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1947849/ I'm tired of being broke, but too fat to strip. So instead I put together a collection of suicide notes I've written since I was 13, and put them in a book. I'm sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1947833/ It sounds disgusting, and it definitely was. Most of the women who sell themselves to older men prefer older men in general. Unfortunately, I was not one of them. I also was not attracted to white men, I favored "black" features: darker skin, bigger lips, noses, and naturally more appealing bodies... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1867934/ I kept feeling the cold hair hit my legs, that spot between your thighs and your kneecaps. I kept pacing back and forth to attempt to warm myself up. I was wearing black,&nbsp;suede, knee-high boots with tiny heels and a short pink dress. My jacket black, and dress length. It wasn't very warm thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1860973/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1860950/ My biggest fears were losing a limb and being beheaded.Losing a limb, rational. Diabetes, devastating car accident, leaving a tampon in for too long, or&nbsp;psychosis. Being beheaded, irrational. Unless I was involved in the drug cartel, or taken hostage by ISIS, I don't believe I would ever be beh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1833377/ my "love" is a liara cheaterand a userwho only wanted me&nbsp;for the way my body feltbut not how my heart feltnext to his&nbsp;but instead, my tight p***y&nbsp;it was lust,never ever lovei've never wanted to hit anyone else&nbsp;so f*****g badin the face, in the mind and in the soul&nbsp;i hate you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1575329/ I had a thought while asleep, that I was buried alive.I planned my own funeral, for when I felt like I was ready to die.Yet, isn't that how we all are?When we are ready to die, we do. Something in our soul is done burning, and fades awayJust as we do.&nbsp;I scream in the coffin for someone to save .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1435825/ As time goes on, I only get older.They say as we age, we wise; for them they feel as if they are only getting youngerThe spirit is becoming more free, and enlightened&nbsp;As for me, I am getting darker!I can hear the soft moans of the night, only getting louderMy own spirit hallucinating and scream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1435823/ As I hear the voices calling to me&nbsp;They get louder and louderI keep listening and I followI'm just one big contradiction&nbsp;I wish it was dark so I can be wide awake&nbsp;While everyone I hate is sound asleepalmost like they are dead.Soon, soon, soonThey'll be gone just like everything elseI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1311159/ My ideas failAnd I can barely writeNobody cares about my opinionI can barely fightI just wanna give up and forWhere is my right I'm trying to winI'm using all my mightI wanna be young again Let's go fly a kiteI wanna go to bed, I'm tiredWhy can't it be nightI love you so much.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1288272/ Writing is like a passion&nbsp;its like fashion, for your heart&nbsp;and your mind to recline and just write how you feel,its just another way to deal.why is life so hard?but its not like you're behind cold bars.you could be hurting yourself but you only hurt others&nbsp;why dont you say happy birth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1285024/ Dear old self,&nbsp;I'm here writing a letter from Hell.&nbsp;I miss you, I miss how you were so loving,&nbsp;now all you care about is getting money.Drugs are all&nbsp;that's&nbsp;on my mind currently,&nbsp;and frequently,&nbsp;it won't go away.&nbsp;The girl from the past would look in the mirror .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1282726/ I'm upset because I'm so filled with hateYou're the only person I want to eliminateYet I tell everyone I can't stand themWhen you're really the one I condemn You ruined everything I had goingThis house this family all of its showingYou're a stupid skanky bimbo who f***s things upMessin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1179559/ Why kill myself when the cemetery is full,Why be sad when the glass is almost dull;Why be tired when the blunts still being passed around,Why try to swim when I know I'll just drown?&nbsp;Why stay away when the phone bill isn't payed,Why burn myself when the ashes are in the tray;Why turn of the tv .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1172394/ Your sarcastic smile drives me crazyThe ignorant snickers I want to kill youI'm not much different than anyone else&nbsp;But you think you're so f*****g specialMy brain aches, give me one more hitLight up the cigarette, pull out a jointFuck my parents I'm just a kid&nbsp;but I've seen as much as an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1165859/ Why fall in love with humans who will destroy me, break me and ache for me to burnWhen I can fall in love with the sunset who appears for me every morning to strengthen me&nbsp;An everlasting love for nature yet a small desire for humansNothing exists until you find it within YouNothing taught or le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1164014/ My body is nothing but a work of art, my heart is nothing but a locked diary, my mind is nothing but a perfect hysteria.&nbsp; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1158941/ Sometimes I wish everything would work out. Or I wish I could make things clear.But I, I cannot.So I will spend my time today overthinking all the situations and being upsetI cannot change what other people think or do, but if I could I would feel loved by so many people who I have lost due to my ow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1158866/ These burns upon my arms have vanished only because I can go back in time using everyday sources to start againI have placed these scars on myself from anger, jealousy and madness but now they have left me to beI can start over again and again like any other day of my time without a single doubt in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1158736/ I don't understand why bad things keep happening to meI've been quiet, I've been so good to lifeThe universe said I had two options at this pointTake my own life or be sad for the rest of my timeI want to take my life but I am too much of a coward to go onBut how will I know if anyone will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1158505/ I want the sparkI want to leave a touch of beautyI want those to remember my faceI've heard that when people cannot go to sleep, it's because someone is thinking of themYet I can fall asleep so easilyI'm too shy to speak upI'm too scared to sit downTrembling hands won't make me specialI just want to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1156264/ Today I am sadYesterday I was sadWhy am I here?I asked the gentile moonHe responded&nbsp;The only way out is too look inThe karma cards told me TroubleThe tarot cards told me HurtWho am I to believe?&nbsp;Was it luck that gave me these cardsor am I just going insaneI have made these scars on my body.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1155743/ How easily love can comeAnd how&nbsp;adventurous&nbsp;it can make us be&nbsp;If I am lonely, will I be faced with the path of adultery?Lust will come first but the love won't come for allSome just want it to be a short saddened gameWill I be heartbroken? Who will hurt me?The only part of me that sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1154990/ Falling in love with the Earth and falling in love with a person are almost the same thing. That feeling, when you hold a stone and feel its powers; like when you hold your love and you feel their power. Or when you stare at the stars and see the beauty; staring into a love ones small, twinkling eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1151815/ Forever angry, everlasting stare&nbsp;turns into a long held angry glarethe man beside me, the floor beneath meis this the air, i thought i was breathing?one small mistake one flutter of an eyea whole world will come crashinglike a priest and a skyno more sadness, no more bitternessi want to feel li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1149155/ It's funny how the past can change you; just a simple day when the thoughts come.They leave you&nbsp;trembling,crying,upset,scared.It takes a small memory and an entire lifetime of holding it in, to bring you to tears.It makes youangry,vicious,irritated,aggravated.&nbsp;How you could go from loving .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1139320/ Looking up into the sky makes me feel at home;the stars shine into my soul and I know I am not alone.Forever shining with&nbsp;children's&nbsp;laughter;far beyond a church, below a pastor.&nbsp;Not all choices are bad, if you can't hear a "no";continue on&nbsp;without another say-so.Serve the Univer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1123226/ haven't wrote in awhile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1122734/ Have you ever loved someone so much,you hate them?You want them so bad,but you despise them.The lust turns to anger;the passion turns to rust.Still, in your heart,is room to love one another.The way they look is enough to kill you,the way they act is enough to make you cry.But deep down inside,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1100672/ I haven't written in awhile... enjoy :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1099351/ A body positive poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1078531/ i got about 15+ new crystals.. thought i'd write a poem about them :~) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1074240/ Mother, why don't you care for mewhy don't you need me, like I need you.Mother, why did you get so mad,getting upset over every mistake, and fighting with your head.Mother, why didn't you love dad,yelling at 3 am and constantly sad.Mother, why don't you love me,help me from hitting rock bottom and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1070906/ As time went on, I went from a near one-sixty pounds to about&nbsp;ninety pounds. I stopped eating, and kept puking. I would vomit when I didn't even eat. I would do it in the shower, by removing the hair-catcher (which mom got really pissed about) or in the bathroom. I even did it in plastic Jewel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1066942/ writers block type material. it was vastly written, just about my current anger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1066935/ The month after the molestation, I told my parents.&nbsp; Imagine being six years old, and telling your parents you were molested by your cousin? It was horrible. My mom started crying, not stopping for another four days. My father drank the pain away, and beat Cara and himself up. As soon as I tol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1066608/ It all started when I was six years old. It was my birthday party and for a child, that was the greatest day of your entire life. The date was&nbsp;June 6th, 2002. My dad was drinking in the backyard, a lonely but large backyard; with a swimming pool that didn't&nbsp;even take up half of it, a gard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1066452/ Gabriella, or "Gabby" as everyone likes to call her, is a 16 year old girl who is ripped apart from school, family, and friends. A big secret, an abusive father, and a thirst for love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1066413/ for a contest "short story contest" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1064996/ i haven't wrote in awhile, so i thought i would update my account with this silly poem. enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1064992/ :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1060600/ some of my more darker work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1060180/ just a silly poem i wrote while feeling depressed and on writers block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1059152/ The lost souls float above us,get in our heads and fly away.&nbsp;We search for them in mountains,we check oceans and look in caves.Are they under your feet,or beneath your hands?&nbsp;Instead of thinking; that maybe it was us,&nbsp;maybe we were the lost souls of our lands.The colors we see in drea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1057889/ The long journey home is the one I call my own.The roaring thunder and screeching winds,are the beat of my heart that is slowly caving in.No more thoughts, no more&nbsp;sadness,no more waking up at midnight, and rarely any madness.Children aren't crying, the old and sick aren't dying.No more food ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1056650/ Her dark brown eyes,her smooth light skin.Made me want to cry,made me want to sin.I love her so much,couldn't she tell?She didn't love me though,because I was a female.I didn't care about gender,I didn't care about race,I wanted her to be with me,and not have a second debate.I saw her when I was asl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1055866/ just a random poem i wrote, not very good http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1054575/ Based off a dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1054544/ A close family friend passed away today (October 16,2012). He was very important to me and recently I have been thinking about him a lot. Just a short poem I wrote in his memory. RIP Jerry <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/necrolatry/1053930/