http://slow.writerscafe.org/darkmusicbaby88 The original writings of author darkmusicbaby88 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017764 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Can you not seeWhat I see?The perfect dark sirenso needful of lovea splash of pink haireyes rimmed with coalYou smile it slipsyour lips falterCold liquid flows down your throatburning a path of destructionThe pain that is buried beneath layers of flesh and boneIf you were to un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/397090/ This is written in the viewpoint of a man who is watching his lover dress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/337491/ I feel it...the air is chilled...the trees are baring their souls to passerbys...colorful sweaters fly past meThe wind smells of cool changeThe fall is comingThe winds are crisp like a fresh apple that leaves a pleasent taste in your mouthI breath it in...letting it cleanse my lung.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/323754/ The lights dim...the music hums in my veinsThe bodies around me vibrate with coiled tensionThe music beginsThe beat flows through the floor...into my feet...up my bodyI cannot ignore the sensual rythmsMy body slowly unfurlsHips sway...hands reach to the ceiling...hair flies around my fac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/321132/ The night slowly slithers into being...shadows overtaking the sun's fleeting raysFinally I can huntI leave my house...shawl wrapped around my shoulders...heels silent upon the sidewalkMy silken, black hair strings along behind mepurple lipstick shines in the moon's spotlightI thought a cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/317622/ I silently slide into my desk... I look at the other terrified facesBig Mistake!My hands sweat...my mind racesWill I remember everythingI think that I am going to puke...failure is not an optionMy eyes are glued to the desktop...suddenly a dark figure appaers in my periphrialThe paper is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/317549/ This is an ode to my mother. I took some inspiration from a fellow writer and wrote a peom about the center of my universe my mother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/315555/ I slowly walk through the darknessSilken hair flowing behind me...my heels make no noise as I walk alongMy bood, red lips smile...my eyes light with hungerThe anticipation makes my mouth water...I catch the scent of prey...sweet and innocentA lone girl with auburn hair and lovely pale skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/315536/ I slowly rolled down the window...my breath hitches as I try to drag in a gulp of airThe bright lights of my home town fly byThe dare has been placed upon my sholders...I refuse to seem afraidMy friends laugh in the backseatDo it...Do it....Do it.....They chant in chorus as music blares fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/314301/ The rain falls from the sky and slithers it's way into my shoesSplashing loudly I walk to class...this umbrella is useless...this rain is invasiveLike some disease it slowly soaks into my clothes...causing goosebumps to spreadIt is times like this that I wish I lived in the Mohabie desertA c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/312516/ I feel the sickness rising into my throat chocking me...making it hard to breath...my hands shake...another cough fights its way out of my chestTear and rending sensitive flesh that is in the path of it's destructionMy nose reddens... a violent sneeze errupts ...mucous takes up every inch of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/312513/    Nathaniel was awoken by a soft knock on his door. Quietly his father, Marthson walked into his room carrying a large, bundle of blankets. "Hello father, what is the matter?" "Nothing is wrong Nathaniel I just wanted to talk to you about something special.&q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/312421/ I walk silently down the dark alley... heels clicking on the concreteShadows creep making me nervousMy failure in life is a slap in the face...faceless men...grubby hands...rasping breathThe dirty leather sticks to my back and sometimes my knees...CRASH!!!What was that sound ?Paranoia st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/311911/ Walking into the lab...the smells of chenmicals swirl around meSilver splashes and green sparks blend in a dizzying kalidiscopeMetalic microscopes... glass slides...A crisp white lab coat wraps me in a comforting warmthSlowly I peer into the lens...what microscopic wonders await me today&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/310419/ The sun shines through the curtainsSlowly slinking towards my bed, laughing as it's brightness gobbles up the darkFinally it reaches the covers... moving silentlySuddenly my eyes shoot open...only to close againQuietly hissing I retreating under the cool, dark blanketsAhh... darkness my ol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/307722/   Love is overrated …Now F*****g… that’s just good, clean funPeople in love spend their lives so trapped in each other’s eyes that they can not see the possibilities of unattached escapadesF*****g is an animalistic mating involving two or more people who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/306967/   Hands tracing silken skin…beads of moisture collect between intertwined bodiesSighs and whimpers… the rocking of the sea Tongues tasting salty foamHair slides through determined fingers…Pupils dilate…breaths catchMuscles tighten…the culminat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/306965/    Slowly she sinks into the warm soapy water…gently submerging herself into the whirling depths Breaking the surface she fans out her wet, serpentine hair Closing her eyes …she languorously trails her fingers down her bodyFirst touching her breasts&hellip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/306964/ Darkness surrounds...not even a sliver of moon can be seenThe stars have all run away from this bloody sceneThey stars turn a blind eye on my glutiness face...they refuse to witness this horrible crimeThe warmth flows through meThe blood sings in my veins... Oh the beauty of my red soaked ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/304569/ nathaniel walked into his parents house and was engulfed by the smell of cookies and the sound of loud rock music pouring from the giant kitchen. "Oh s**t" Nathaniel said roughly as he walked toward the smell. This was bad, Olivia only cooked when she was upset, and by the smells coming fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/278200/ paranormal romance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/278159/ The sun beats down upon my bodycoating it in glistening droplets of sweat... the water taunts mePlung in! the cool waves beckon me... "I will wrap you in refreshing silk, I will flow over your body as a lover with cool and cleansing fingersI stare at the water enchanted by the blue depths.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/266135/ You know those stories where in the end everyone is happy and their lives are just hunky dory. Well this isn’t one of those stories. This story is about me, Bella Thompson and the people I met and the things that happened when my family moved from New York to what I thought would be a very bor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/262163/ crazy book about rich girl who moves to small town and meets some interesting characters. Very Very loosly based on real life experiences http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/262162/ Sexsex is this crazy thing that everyone says is like riding a bike No wonder I am so fat, I have never riden a "bike" in my lifeI am scared and I do not trust any man to love and worship my body,it holds way too many defects that haunt me like ghost of long dead friends Why a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/260853/        I slowly turned the key into the lock and sighed as I heard the familiar click of the lock coming free. Finally I would get to rip off my clothes and mindlessly soak in the bathtub until I resembled a wrinkly, wet rat. Then I would pull out the White chocolate&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/260390/ The clouds float past as if the sky is a spining mobileI lay in the grass...my mind floats...miles and milesThe clouds as soft as creme...as malleable as clay...mold themselves in my mind's eyeThe grass tickles my toes...the sun brings color to my cheeks As I continue to dream of ship.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/259881/ I slowly open my eyes to see the sun exlipsed by a human-shaped blobI am scared for only a second, because he quickly bends down and smiles at meHe laughs as I launch myself at his chestHe has been gone for what seems like at one hundred yearsI can't believe he left me that way...but alas he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/259600/ As I lifted my shaking hands from the red head's lifeless body. She was dead, there was no pulse, no heartbeat. I tried not sob as I slowly walked around the room. Where was I ? That sick freak must have brought me here. He was probably going to come back here and finish me off. I frantically search.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/259581/ The night that I realized that I was going to die was like any other fall night. The cool night air brushed against me fevered brow, as I walked along a stretch of highway; hudeling in my coat like some hermit crab in it's shell. I followed the leaves as they skid acroos the pavement. What.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/259503/ The darkness lifted suddely. I felt my consciousness flying into my body, knocking me into the damp groud. Slowly I opened my eyes and stifly set up. As I slowly studied my surroundigs, I realized that I was in a mausoleum. I slowly stood and moved towards the first stone coffin, and slowly peeked i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/259502/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/259207/ Leaving is hard...packing and deserting the place you call homeI feel like crying as I shove things into boxes that cannot possibly contain all the memories and feelings I want to carry with meThe day has come, I am being forced from these hallowed groundsMy home is slamming its doors on me..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/257360/ The Rain...falling onto my exposed skinthe heat has lifted...for nowI lay in the grass, feeling the water pool into secret hollowsBeside me he traces circles onto my stomachThe breeze and the falling rain cools my burning flesh...making me sighI feel the grass tickle my backside, making me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/255469/ The heat caresses my skin, like invisible tentaticlesIt beats at me as I lay in the grass watching the clouds roam across the skyEvery breath is a task, my lungs feel as if they are filling with fluidThe heat is frustrating...it fills me with an inner excitmentI long for the heat...passion.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/253193/ The air slices across my skin like tiny razor bladesThe stinging sensation leaves me strangely excitedThe snow falls fast, but the cold is an old friendThe coldness that encases my heart... helps to keep the demons at bayThis is all of your fault...you are the one who broke me...how do you t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/252684/ The night is warm and calmI lay on my bed, waiting, feeling breathless anticiaptionI can hardly make my lungs work, as if I have run a marathon in the hot sunWhy can't he hurry, light speed would not seem fast enough at this pointFinally... I think I hear a stiringA soft even tap on the wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/250587/ I am being pulled underSo far down I cannot see the sunThe waves wrap around my ankles like greedy fingersAnd I can feel the life seeping from my beingThe breath is burning in my lungs crying for releaseI struggle in vain for thefreedom that will never comeThe waves pull me farther down .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/249122/ The moon's glow cools our skinWe continue to lay here, a drift in a fairy worldHe kisses me, I feel the grass tickle my toesI look at the stars as he tenderly kisses my body  I laugh as he tries to unhook my braWhen all the clothes have been scattered around us in a circle of col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/248723/ Everyone is always saying we are the "products of our raising"! What the hell does that mean? I am not a brightly packaged "product" to be shipped to old ladies that never had their own children. Yes I am who my parents made me, but I am not something they "produced&quo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/248087/ How can you tell me to just breathwhen I am sinking to the bottom of your darkest secretsI do not want to know these damning secrets you surround yourself withWhy? I do not love you, I don't even know you!So no I will not just breath, because you are chocking me with your di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/247989/ This is a poem I wrote one day when it was raining and I was wishing that it was sunny and that I actually had a boyfriend to lie in the sun with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/darkmusicbaby88/247724/