http://slow.writerscafe.org/trin12 The original writings of author trinityluv122 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Among a smashed mirror she tries to salvage a piece of her exsistenceA shard of glass with a fragment reflects green eyes and a tear dripping slowly downIt lands on a broken heart shattering the beat as it stops in silenceHer breath draws up the mangled jigsaw that reassembles a beautiful reflection.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/642127/ unfinished http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/548728/ its is actually a song, my first try at it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/518889/ The rain is pouring down inside my clouded mindMy hurt, your hurt transforming into a blurWe are gadged by our past conditioningHow we were taught to love clashing within Our true feelings want to explode Repitition of old habits reap our realities havenDoubt and guilt masquerade within .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/453176/ Death does come in many waysMy craze, my torture written with malice on this pageHow can my feelings integrate the paceYour destiny you do not faceYour mind so jumbled with obscurity and rageThe insecurity and fear burns through a tinted hazeDrops of blood flow from beautiful green eyesCaressing the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/413265/ Editor - Mr Arthur Henn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/412226/ Walking within my thoughtsYou awakened my heart to the beat of your soulYou captured my breath and slowly touched my essence, with gentleness and patienceYou erupted my feelings into a frenzied passionTouches of excstacy rumbled the depths of my beingLike butterflies bursting into explosio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/374429/ Dedicated to my beautiful mum Ursula Perry In sadness a light shinesA beauty that emancipates false pretense in any formA heart of gold and diamonds Precious and very rareA soul of strength and virtuosityEyes of angels that sing upon moonlit cloudsCaring and inviting with cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/309766/ In the blackness of the hallwayI hear your footstepsMy heart beats faster as I curl into my blanketNo! No! please dont hurt meI am startled and frightened like an injured animalI want to flee and escape but your footsteps wont leaveThey are so loud in my head like drums poundingThe per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/304695/ Scavengers of innocence sing in unison to incantations of ruptured, coarse harmoniesHalf eaten flesh of tainted hands offer tares of deluded fearChoking the presense of happiness and forgivnessMultiplying my rage within a circus of twisted clownsHolding shards of deathly glass plunging&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/297790/ Your farts seem to amuse youBut all they stink of is rotten poohI lie awake and contemplate plugging your arseSo you will not part with the festering smell that gives me hellLaughing away you seem happily gayAt the putride play that comes from a holeThat petrifies my deflated soul  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/278740/ On the horizon a shadow of fire comes dancing across the sandHis head held high with majestic authoritySnorts of dominance come thrashing from within Stomping the ground with hooves of arrogancehe slows to a prance and circles his aromaCatching the reflections from the blackness in his shineHe rears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/278727/ Waning moon, i look to the skyThe night star shines so brightWhere are my thoughts, so fragmented?Erupting in galaxies bursts of panicEntwined bodies decorate the blacknessIllustrating outlines of fragilityTremors of sadness shift in radianceEmphasising and switching into paralysed alignmentAching m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/277892/ A supression of the truthA factory line of frowns and greyDrowning their songs in morbid redtapeHolding their machines to eradicate the fascistsLiving in the nature of decayA coffin rests open for displayThe face of a dream died in vainPretend skeletons rearrange the demise ofa wandering mindThat is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/277889/ A music box plays, far away,tinkering, tankering with pictures set in motionPetals on fresh roses filling the sense's rupturing cloaks of hidden pleasuresswimming in there colours, dancing to raindrops that shatter so softlyA moment is taken, harshly without thinkingA flash of terror to a little hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/277888/ The wetness of her lips, pulsing and vibratingWith every look upon her sumptuous breasts, she knew she had the power Controlling every throbbing and penetrating desireit was not the way she looked but the way she floatedDismembering her essence one drop at a timeScented and ready to pounce on any wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/trin12/277887/