http://slow.writerscafe.org/CynFall The original writings of author Pale Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016759 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I cupped the depth of your screams in the palms of my hands brewed it in my chest in the embers from all our fires burnt out, reignited to an inferno spreading  to my legs and hands thus armed I sought out the source of your fear etching at the pavement with my heels a warrior charging at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/2174468/ Short poem about cuddling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1990544/ Goodbye eternity.Proudly fade,Never taking breath,Or feeling sunlight,Seeing the stars,Or knowing pain.If you could speak,I know you would thank me,For keeping you away,From this misguided world,Which rejects those like us--Rations for feelings,Lighter with knowledge--What kind of a life is hate,Wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1990131/ Related two-line poems about love, and it's struggles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1469130/ if feelings were physical, resulting in disease or wounds,I'd have fallen down in the street and someone passing by would have helped me up,and they could run tests and fix me up with pills and stitches and get well cards.but it's not like that in this world, because feelings are only chemicals,spur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1285456/ To see you is to miss you, like the stars in the sky.When you are not around, there is a black hole beside me, It steals my thoughts. Like if you were the sun, time turned back,The light shining in my eyes, my lips, my body.That must be why this cancer grows, capturing my pulse,Flying away with it. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1143886/ Inspired by Amanda Palmer's post about bullying / internet hatred. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1115565/ Words mean nothingActions or patterns?Distance is troublingDangling above the cliffThe ground is somewhereEven with closed eyesAnd your turned cheekWords mean nothingNow, action! let goBreak the heavenly limbSilence is betterKissing the groundWords mean nothingOn fire or coldIn air or with bodyAt bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1088549/ my little pieces of heart were stitched together by you, andfor you this zombie’s heart can still beat, but maybe itbeats too fast, too rough, and stitches come loose; I justneed you to retie the ends, even when it makes no sense, likewhen I cry one night and you don’t know what you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1072355/ I’m a skilled surgeon--Cutting out slivers of heartWith my exact knife.This sharp blade I wield--Precision to reduce the sizeOf a (perhaps) too-large heart.But cut out enough--What would would be left?You were the victim--The one under the scalpel.This sharp blade I wield--Cut off the biggest .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1029956/ I want this to be over  to run away and hidebut you can't hurt me anymore because I'm dead insideit will all become bitter  rot until I’m a shelland you can’t hurt what isn’t thereI’m already in hellI know there is no savior  death is no solutionand no one can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/1014807/ A man may barely stand on shaky legs,yet he stands, without pride, upright.A man may stumble when he walks,yet he continues on toward the light.A man may fall after reaching too high,yet he will always get up ready to fight.Do not judge the man who trembles,but those who have caused his blight.A hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/921892/ It’s you or the grave.There is no bittersweet remembrance, only a coffin suited to my form, what once you called beautiful, and embraced,There are no farewell tears upon my face, only tears through my perforated heart--What you once would have held is now drenched in red.What could be sai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/895764/ Poem about loss from the point of view of the abandoned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/828102/ A very personal love poem for a special someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/807397/ Just a little poem on missing someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/795672/ Hell is below usAnd Heaven is above--Mind over body.If only the Heavens would put outThe flames that rage below--the lake of fire, the bottomless pit.If only the Holy One would go downAs one of the dead to Sheol--the grave, the barren womb.Should the Heavenly Spirit overtake youAccompanying shall al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/788465/ Even if I ran far,I would still besecond place.A trophy in the boxnot brilliant enoughto display.Even if I tried hard,I’d still besecond best.Better makeup and more money yetnot enough.Even if I was the onewho learned the Look too youngI’d still be.Even if I was the onestaring into his e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/782306/ A short poem about singularity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/780854/ A book does not speak, yet inside her there are words.Black and white, obvious in the light.When closed she is all glossy paper, pictures, a title.Hidden by bindings, meaningless trappings.Her silence fools all those who gaze upon her. A quiet lover, humbly unlike any other.The cover she hides withi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/778732/ ANOTHER poem about words. This may turn into a series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/775776/ Each grain of a second, drops of time, falling into a vast desert,swallowed up by flowing dunes of eternity, buried in oblivion.I am a being of crystals and minerals too small to wield,too lightweight to stone me or lovers turned sinners.This moment of suffering shall not be everlasting,as seconds, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/774948/ To hell with all your status updates, I want to know about the things you won't say.All the passions that lie behind your eyes, that never reach your fingertips.All the pain shuttered from your day-to-day mind, closed off behind your lips.Post the picture of you sitting alone in your room,Covering y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/769916/ the weed to the treesaid, “I look up to theeyour branches I would like to befeel the same wind through meharbor the same things as thee”such a kind tree, shieldsthe weed from the fields,from the wind that never yieldsthe weed, unable to servemore than to observehelps the tree to conserve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/761182/ I want to tear the heart out of my chestCrush it to a hard stone, barricade my ribcage---Never bleed again---I want to be an empty automatonLive without pain, threshold raised to infinity---Never laugh again---I want to shed this living, breathing shellStop this beating, heart decayed to worm filth-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/750991/ Words may not break bonesBut they broke my heart.My miserability amplifiedBy your miser tongue.The hope of a small child dashedAgainst a wall daily, repeatedly.Each plea and love-word spentUntil I was in debt, and homeless.Pain so bad I wish I could die,And you pile on painful words.Every time you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/736222/ No needle point for you,you're a crowbar:Blunt and hard, unable to bend.Rather, you try to bend me.Maybe I am already.I knew the exact moment yourhuge steel shaft came insidemy heart, splitting it in two.By that one sharp thrustmy being was consumed with agony and thoughts of youand I spilled outa r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/708539/ A craptastic sequel to the craptastic poem "Words Mean Nothing". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/708499/ tight in heart and body both,all constricted flesh, flushedof all desire to feel more. sickly sweet coated fingers,squeezed tighter by years, kepton the inside where it counts. so come in where it's warm,within the tight, but“you & I&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/690435/ dark mind and fangslips moistened with bloodsharp smirk and clawsshadows covered over boneblack hair and veinsred eyes like sunsetboundless body and lustsa monster in the form of a manblood pumps and spills---tongue swirls, soothing the acheI pour out, pleasure building--you are everything I ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/686302/ We sit, it is warm and still,and you fold your hands,as if praying--useless--or thoughtful.With my new eyes it wasobviously a fist, doubled.For what comes out of your mouthis not gracious or mindful,but a harsh grating, grinding.I hear the echo still,it reverberates in my skull.Alone we si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/676907/ You wrap those pitch-black ropes aroundthe small, pale figurines that surround.You tie the knots, pull them taut,and know not how the bindings rot.You have no friends and your family hidesaway from your blackened eyes.Needing the control, the ropes choke them,and as you pull, you choke within.The li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/676496/ drowning in Sorrow up to my chin,It burrows deeper into the skin,not allowing anymore Breath in.as my eyes hardly dare to stare ahead,i tread forward with feet of lead,and inside me beats a heart of dread.Time moves toward an inevitable Fate;it hurts to say goodbye and it hurts to wait,   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/671992/ A knife would be relief so sweet,Compared to this pain so acute.A razor does more as loveThan you could ever dream of.The blood would be relief from Heat,Made down below in the Fruit.My finger does more as loveThan one could ever dream of.A pill could be a special treat,But now it seems my word is m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/671981/ Hell is below usAnd Heaven is above--Mind over body.If only the Heavens would put outThe flames that rage below--the lake of fire, the bottomless pit.If only the Holy One would go downAs one of the dead to Sheol--the grave, the barren womb.What if the roads paved with goldBeneath were infested with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/668725/ These burgeoning emotions that fill meseem ready to burst out of my chest.   The lust that torments me everyday   now aimed at you like a bullet.      The loneliness even more poignant      because I want you near me.  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/663071/ Oh my love, you need a sky saturated with colorShining over you as the sun rises.And love, you need a warmth burning like a fire,Lighting up your face with a glow.And my dear, you need a devotion like a believerSeeking God, in both heart and mind.My love, you need all this.But I--I have nothing but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/644711/ Only one little soul has I And I--I locked it deep inside     So we can all get along     And pretend that nothing's wrong.Only little bits of love have I You threw--threw them by the wayside     Now replaced with dirt, &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/549724/ Words in obscurityPen & a knifeSpeaking to the voidRevelations like wineRed as bloodFrom the mouthA puddle on the floorForgotten thoughtsWords discardedPen & a knifeHeals with timeThen disappearsFading memoryEven a lifeJust a ghostScarcelytranslucidW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/549723/ Oh needle, you’ve run me throughStringing me along like some trinket--Are there others? Will we adorn your neckLike some tribal king? Or,Shall we hang about your wrist for show?Nevermind! I don’t care about the others--All that matters is you have me Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/516231/ It's surprising how much words hurt when they mean nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/499891/ the cold seeps in infects the bones vibrate like ice so deep within a heart frozen and you burn like the sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/461217/ Life's a gameLife's a jokeIt don't matterInhale the smoke Life's a gameLife's a jokeForget his nameAn' what he spoke Life's a gameLife's a jokeGo have some funYour heart ain't broke Life's a gameLife's a jokeDon't plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/436381/ Another unnamed poem. This one scares even me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/427168/ A completely redone version of "Zombie". That one is still up for comparison, let me know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/415087/ Joy like a bubble growsfilling with comfort and loverounder and rounder, larger and largerJoy like a bubble growsand burstsruptures as the dream endsonly a figment, the comfortlove is really hateJoy like a bubble burstssomeday, someday it will fill againbut it will always b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/407240/ Random poem I found while cleaning my room... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/380480/ A poem about someone I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/369743/ Itch reveals where the guilt liesSomething inside still hidesPassion and wicked pleasuresAre my wretched little treasuresMy life's full of viceBut I will pay that priceDo anything to feelI am not unrealSo usher along the pain Inflicted with a bladePlease obscure the shameBy my emotions I have b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/368541/ No one to talk toNo one to callNo one to comfort meNo one to see me fall My heart hurts so badlyI wish I could dieEveryday it's the sameI can no longer lie Depression's a diseaseEven if the law isn't sureAnd loneliness is the causeWhich has but one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CynFall/368530/