http://slow.writerscafe.org/SeraphicSorrow The original writings of author Scarlet Opal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033786 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I forget Alcoholism 101:The sober life teaches us to hidethe truths that are brutal.Then,the alcoholic speaks it out...harshly.The alcoholic doesn't perceive the pain.He's impulsive, bawdy, unnecessarily honest.We forgive him and excuse himbecause he is only drunk, it will pass.I forget how pain is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/1132776/ I have been swallowed wholeInto an addict's realmWhere insanity leaks, and trickles downIn constant waves of salty dropletsThat are harsher than the darkest sea.His love is like a thunder storm,A cussing swarm of black wind and fear;He is a hurricane of solid cloudsThat are heavy and thick with my t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/1063498/ ...is what I want to mean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/1036157/ Indeed I find myself reluctantto remember the sweet blooming of your voice.Your words happily singing inside of my mind,rousing a sleeping memory beyond all choice.Who we were was a hometown melody,freshly squeezed echos rushing through the trees;Soft and bright-eyed... then swift and dead-done,lost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/1029854/ The beginning of a short story... just an idea, really. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/1007671/ I try not to linger in moments you've inspired:A missed touch, an absent invite...Memories of longing that I dare not desire. Sometimes temptation triggers in my mindYour tender voice, my teasing charm...Tantalizing visions that I wish I'd leave behind. Your silent face echoes inside of my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/995304/ Dedicated to my friend who passed away last year. He was my first love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/770209/ I had a nice dreamwhere dark clouds swirled into lilliesand my lover never smiled.We sat above pockets of clear waterwhich sprang eternally dry.In the distance people cried in staticwith their colors dripping madly.So he held menever intending anythingbut desperate love.I should .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/770205/ Short poem about an old friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/672387/ I realize what it takes to grow up inside.Reality hits me like glass broken in my palms.My childhood was always breakable.How my hope bathes under dying light...it's fleetinglike the waves of sand falling further into the sea...pushing, pulling, rolling itself over.Sometimes I drownif I try to r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/672380/ The eyes are cold, reflecting only ice;His touch, out of concern, drunkenly loses its way.Love tastes like liquid metal slashed over my tongue.Ruined scarlet is the color of secrets,The silent bruises that conveyA weakened heart, a hardened heart,Confusion in worthiness and worthless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/519659/ Empty questions keep on rising     like a balloon pulled into the sunI'm hoping against explosions     though my insides are filled with fuelHollow voids highlight my cries     while restraint is lost in confusionWho now holds the power to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/420286/ My love, I feel so alone   I don't know what to doYou hate the music I listen toYou hate the way I writeYou hate how I feel when the world cannot feelYou hate when I'm out of your sight...But what can I do when my heart spills out to you    and you spit on its remains like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/420285/ You've gotta have a voice    to reach into anyone.You've gotta have an opinion,    biased and true.I have, in my hand, the power,    the magic. But my voice,    it's blue. Oh so blue.Though no less true.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/403963/ It is strange how people speak in confusion,Telling you to "lose yourself"-- in something.Whether it be music, literature, even in conversation. But the moment I "lose myself" in whatever I choose,Someone snaps like a rock under ice.They are never nice. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/403962/ A cold breeze chills the brightness in my eye,Clouds have covered the gold of sun again.I kick time over to fold against its dull sands;Emptiness holds my heart as my only friend. The trees whisper static from behind my head,I hear their laugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/245234/ Silence is seeping from under the skin,No rest for the soul feeling this grief;Darkness engulfs this troubled mindI have become this crust of defeat.Stars' pointed ends penetrate my heart,Light of the soul fades into dust;Night shines down to thicken the cold,This silver heart is begin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/240794/ He gave me a handwritten love poem. It was full. It contained all the words I wanted to hear and more. It was not ashamed of showing its flaws. I cherish it because it has all the rights and wrongs. It reflected his humanity; it revealed his imperfections, especially his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/239959/ Doubt haunts me, day in and day out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/239956/ Your eyes promised me the sky,Shining sun and all;I gave you the world to accompany my sky,And we completed the universe. Then the smoke curled around,Bleeding a trail of gray;You stained us. You shamed me.But you kept rolling the purple haze. My sky is now cluttered,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/238637/ I await the dayof when my forgotten halfwill find me.I suffer the nightto someday feel his embraceconsole me.I will wait,I will wonder,I will be patient.He will find me,He will find me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SeraphicSorrow/230680/