http://slow.writerscafe.org/BeatriceMars The original writings of author Beatrice Mars en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996240 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I like you Like that - I say, knowing You'll understand. You're blunt like aPebble               I know darling, I know - You laugh, Hugging me close. All the better to Hit you over the head With.  I whisper, Closin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/1181547/ Stale coffee And tropical island Dreams Have me crying For you, Friendship in a bleak haze Of happiness. No sleep and A bad phone numberHave me piningfor her, pink hair and A bellybutton ring In a haze of last night. Sweet perfume,The scent of c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/1140245/ A bit delayed, but it snowed in Britain last month and this is obligatory for me or something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/1125848/ Just a little something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/1085872/ My hands are starting to purple again, That's how I know it'sComing (Coldfrostfrozenlipsscarvesandglovesandbreathontheairandsnowandwalksinthewoodswith-Oh I feel oldReady for winter.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/1085867/ You're just so skinny, So easy to put my arms around, So easy to hug And hold on tight,So easy to breakYour bones and lay You flat. So easy to love you And so hard to hate, But so so Hard - But maybeYou're the opposite, So hard to Love and so wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/1066549/ 913.4471.RUS Caves of Lascoux913.401.BAH Images of theice age new age of me.AND BLAH I I I / YOU/ YOUYOU,It's so clinical it's true,but really, _________             _______                      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/1062163/ Make me forget to breath - (Red red roses andBright fire diamonds)Feint and fluttery,See if I say yes. ---A hair clings to the Cold wet of your glass, Glittering in the red red lights, A hand on my hips, my back, my arse, Is this a good night? ----Tear drop petals .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/1049287/ Gloriously free,I take solace inThe trees. (He's kissing herNeck and it's Oh so wrong,But it feels Oh so good.) Glorious as sin,I found solace inThe waking river. (But he grips herHipsAnd she has toSay-) Glory in the highest,But I take solace In the lowestOf the low,The mud .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/971060/ Oh baby,I hope you Know,You're my secretAnswer to A very sillyQuestion,So let's hope it'sNever asked. Let's hope, youAnd me, For a second chance,A 'better luck next time'Senario - 'Cause this baby,This ain't how it's Meant to be,I hope you know. (Oh Baby) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/971054/ Your light undercuts the shadows,But the shadows still have voices,So I don't thinkYou've won,Not just yet,Sorry. (In fact, I'd say you're losing,Because you haven't noticedThat I'm not who you Think I am, I'm notOn your side) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/966806/ I wipe at my eyes,But it takes too longTo notice that the greyIsn't from the makeup.It takes too long to Notice the shadows and theBloodhot,Or the lack of light - I'm okay,I'm fine,But I don't think I'll wake up tomorrow,If I ever get to sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/966801/ SLEEP ____________________- because i want to know the time, becausemy nose runs - because i likethe storyand because as leastI'm writing now andbecause there's a line (a room - room 1oh1? No that's somethingelse) I can't remember -SLEEP because I write sleep - I write your dreams in thiss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/966225/ Citrine, Aquamarine and a stone IDON'T REMEMBER - A poetic line from sitting Around a fire, butI DON'T REMEMBER - glasses of wineBut howMany? - IDON'T REMEMBER?Filling a bottle of war watreWater (scribbled out MIS-spellings - but I DON'TREMEMBER) So I don'tFeel so bad.Fleeting attractions for utterl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/966219/ While the sea in the skyJust floats on by, Whispering to the stars,We dance. We dance where the waves brokeIn the trails of Shooting stars, we Wish upon a fishin the ocean aboveAnd, When a storm comes,We cling to the bright moon, But - We are soon buffeted by the sting of cosmic waves,So w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/964173/ I'm fumbling with scrapsOf Scrapbook memories - The entrails ofLaughter - fantasy - a phallic fallacy-Snatches best forgotton.Ssssnatches - Hiss like a snake - Because? Why not? And with your lettersScattered all aroundI'm feeling quite poetic -Drinking on a sunday Easter evening - The ent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/964161/ With your gun,But like a child,You’ve taken your firstTeeny tiny God-steps.Just one bullet here,Just one body there,You’re well on yourWay toCreator/Destroyer.(Don’t you worry)With your bombs,And like a seasoned pro,You prattle on, about .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/954059/ Shielded in the morning Mists(A girl ran)Strings are cutandCuts sting,Yet you string me outLike a washing Line. In the shimmeringRain soaked afternoon,(A girl criesand wishes she wereDeaf,Anything not to hearhim)Bridges are burntand burnsBlister -Skin Spl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/832533/ You told me it would hurt,I underestimated your warningsNow I cry For being such a fool, Now I cry,I wish for youI wish for luckDAMNI wish for you -To go backTo tell yourself -to TRY HARDER to warn me away.DAMN, I wish for youStill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/832531/ Two wrongs don'tMake a right, Three lefts do, But waltzing in mud trenchesIsn't going toGet you anywhere fast. Slipping and sliding You pass me by, But I can tell You now, You're heading in the wrongDirection.  I see, you're blinded, but That's no excuse Not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/800124/ Sometimes I look At you (YOU? What the f**k? Is that supposed to be A metaphor? What are you talking about? WHO -Are you talking about? Yourself? Well you've fucked up there then, huh?)And wonder, Where do you come from? What is the point? And -Why do I (YOU-Yeah you, little .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/794076/ Frustration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/783674/ I watched, forever -Changed - (As) You collapsed, Broke into a thousand pieces -You always told me - (that)You needed me to breath - But I thoughtYou were made of stronger stuffthan this -thought you would fight  I've got to say, As I walk over the Broken egg shells.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/782763/ Seeing the sun I slip in to shorts and rush outside, eager to bask, but soonCartoon grey clouds Inch their way across my sun, Cutting off the heat and allLoses colour.Bright becomes dark, Dull - dangerous? I shift, a breeze starts And Goosebumbs rise on my legs.A sigh e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/781738/    I heard you Whisper,Under this Shroud of Wet heat,Dream deliriumClutchTo the edges, Scrabble for your sanityBefore you realise - I woke, Pushed,'Till I broke throughTo theCool, Burning air -  But starting to drown, I reached for you - &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/777341/ You're so uncertain,(Like a shot in the dark)Playing Russian rouletteEven though you don't know the rules. But you still try to save meAnd I wish I was you, With your whiskey smiles. I wish I was you, So nonchalantAnd  Happy - (Broken) Go -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/766880/ (You are) My Hiding Place is Far far away, In a place You'll never go, (Never know) It's called your Heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/756726/ We've been playing atWar games,Playing with fire,Playing (off)Each other Throughout time, (and space)Using the stars for hiding places. We've been Running (away from each other,Towards a different us.) Running far andWide,Running across skies, Just to save each ot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/755302/ Your long, twistedSprawling question Mark (Question mark?)Is still hovering Over me, And I don't have any answers;Sorry? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/749803/ (Look in my eyes,What do you see?) Sore, red,Dry, peelingSkin. Sting. The beat of a PulseIn an eyelid. YouIn the reflection,You.Tears,Wet and Dripping. Rub,The back of my hand.Black , ringed Make-up,Spread over My cheek bones -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/749796/ ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/749784/ I can't help but think you're talking about me. I wish you wouldn't. Your words are full of Half smilesAndYesterday,Bleary eyesAndLong sad looks. Your words areCold, Like winter wind andLike in hazy grass plains,Your words blow in theBreeze, like wild flowe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/743856/ I was never sure,But this is What I dreamtA nightmare wouldBe like; (The rush Of air Before yourFist reachesMe) The beating of my heartAnd you, Beating my Dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/743533/ Tears, shouting and fists on the door lull him to sleep.It’s the silence that wakes him. He jerks awake, falling to the floor his hands slap the concrete and send rats scuttling. The pigeons flap to the roof, the flurry of their wings match the panic in his heart, his stomach feels empty, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/740031/ The future came So quickly,But I wasn't looking,What's it like? 'Cause I'm not really There - Here- Present. (Are you? I'm so confused...) I'm scared, butI knowYou'll be here soon -Or I'll be there. We'll be we, I know for sure. I know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/735165/ Your eyes on a spoonDon't really see   (Me)Your heart in her handsCan't really love (Me) Please don't surrender yourself -  Your cold, rotting fingersTrace her spine,Her ribs,Her hips.She rotting, (your heart)ColdAnd crumbling. She w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/735143/ I got seduced, Right along With you. Every game we PlayedCouldn't be Won,Not when I wasSecretly On the other side.Or were you on mine? I was a double Secret,Falling in love andFalling apart,And I thought You were too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/732199/ Infinite soundsThat you can't Hear,Smells and sightsAnd tastes that You keep ignoring.Heights from which toJump,And locked doorsThrough which to Pass. Laughter missed And Lights put out. Your life is boring,It's all your fault,Because you just don't http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/722769/ We are anything, The beginning,We are the drop thatMakes the ripples,We'll sink to the Bottom and never seeThe end result. And our children will beThe (middle) rain,Droplets in a pool,Dew on grass that coatsThe wet earth thatFeeds life. We will become one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/722766/ I'm on fire,But you can't burn me. I'm looking into yourEyes,Waiting for the fire to Ignite,Watching for thatMoment when youRealise thatI'm going to burn you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/722764/ Because you can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/722743/ Any small thing -  The smell of grassAnd mud on myFeet,The smoke in the fire -  Is enough to bring youBack. Who said Necromancy doesn'tWork? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/713808/ Champagne bubbleStars, shineOn marzipan clouds. They fizzle and burstIn the last rays of a Gummy lace sun. Champagne starsShoot throughA treacle universe, their lightLost inside the chewy Hearts of gods,Who float, waiting.  Champagne startsFizzle and bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/706908/ I'm sorry, I could be anything; The excitement at The beginning,The delirium(When I feel likeDying) At the end.I am rain in the light Of a camera flash.A cold rock,Pressing on cold skin,Through warm layers. I am the Raw, sore, stinging fleshOf rubbed hips.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/706904/ You've got So many scars,Your skin looks likeCrumpled tissue paper. Kill yourself in the bathBabe,It won't hurt (asMuch)And it'll beBeautiful, the bloodIn the water.(Will be easier to Clean up.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/706895/ My heart keeps stopping.Jerking likeA broken record,It keeps skipping Back to you.(Because I'm so broken without you)I need you here.I need you So I can start Spinning again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/706885/ We barely even got here,So now I'd like to stay.Please don't run away,Now that we're in the clear.  When you go,I'd cry,But, I know,I'll growWithout you.  So I'll stop now.And sleep,Because you're not needed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/706882/ My freedom is locked Inside your cage. My ambition,Stumped by yourAxe. My love has beenSqueezed and crushedBy your giant, childHands. My smile has been Wiped away during your Spring cleaning. Your clumsy actions,Your stumbling around in the darkH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/706874/ I kinda reallyWant to change.(My whole self)Put up new photo'sAnd start again. In these old photo'sI see the futureYou. I want new memories ofA different time. I want a new you and aNew me.I want to live somewhereDifferent.I want to get away.I want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/699911/ My future lies In wordsI am yet to write,Thoughts I am yet toThink,Songs I'm yet to sing. I was balancing on aThin line, The line between tearsAnd laughter,The hysteria measure. Then I giggled atYour funeral, Now I'm falling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeatriceMars/699663/