http://slow.writerscafe.org/Annelise The original writings of author Annelise en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996206 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I remember thinking, when I was youngerHow beautiful the fire beneath the burners on our stove wasAnd if I could just reach out and touch it, then maybe,Maybe I too could be painted in red and blue.And so when my mother turned awayI found  just how hot fire could burn andWhat it does to the ski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/1867241/ I remember thinking, when I was youngerHow beautiful the fire underneath the burners on our stove wasAnd if I could just reach out and touch it, then maybeMaybe I too could be painted in red and blue.And so when my mother turned awayI found how hot fire could burn andWhat it does to the skin on your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/1867238/ “I remember thinking, when I was younger How beautiful the fire underneath the burners on our stove wasAnd if I could just reach out and touch it, then maybeMaybe I too could be painted in red and blue.And so when my mother turned awayI found how hot fire could burn andWhat it does to the skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/1495906/ Her face was set in a glare, but her mind was in fact very intrigued by the sudden change in his stance, the clenching of his jaw and the slight chill in the air. She huffed, grimacing out a "Fine, no fight." He was quick about it, but she felt his hand brush against her bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/1495807/ Being with youWas like being underwaterMuted and otherworldlyDiscombobulatedApart of but seperate fromAnd all the whileYour words pulsing in my veinsYour fingertips burning up my skinI never even knew I was drowning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/1300684/ Your greetingthose painfully full lipsthe slightest of smilesthat tears at my heart.Those grey eyesdark and sultrynever breaking yourgaze at me.Can't you see me drowning here? Distance is closing in and I smellcigarettes and alcoholand youlike the way the world smells after a summer rain.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/1141317/ My heart is far too flammableto think of youto love you. I loved you so muchthe first time I saw youit turned to hate. You sit in the grass smoke curlingup up upand around your face,you have the saddest eyes. Pretty girl lipspretty girl eyesdidn't anyon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/707561/ It's gotten cold and the street light sendsan eery glow of some dirty yellownot quite gold. And Crimson and Clover is doing its job, its gettting overtime by nowyou're in such a delicate place, I've got a delicate faceand nothing is going to be all rightat least for tonight.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/483864/ You never could make up your mind, dear,"I love you""I need a break""I still love you"have you ever not been self centered?And have I told you how miserable you areits gotten quite patheticon the rare occasion we talkyou say the same things, wallowing in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/361050/ I remember it warm and goldenhands on my skinthe feel of autumnthe way the time dripped slow and amberlike honey catching light. In the swirl of this and thatI lost myself in youand when you disconnectedit startled me with a joltso fierce my cry was silentsobbing dry air h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/327785/ By the look on your face I can tellthat you don't remember what you're leaving behind, my throat is too dryto remind you that its meits me you're forgettingits me you're leaving. My dear, I think I have some words to sayyou're right here, but I'm aloneyou're right here, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/287156/ Dull purple light bathseveryone in the roomcasting a spell on my eyeswe look like fallen angelsor risen sinners. Music pulses in my chestbringing me closer to tearswith every moaning bass that playsmy heart shatters a little more. My eyes are sluggishas I see c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/286905/ It slipped past my attentionand fell to the floorlike blood falls on snow,and watched it spread untilit soaked the fabric of my brain.Words directed towards mein a language I don't speak.  You walk in, stoned and absentdisconnectedthe look you're givingmurderous at be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/283386/ You've got to say, honey,You've got to say somethingI've got an itch in my bones. when you look at me those brown eyes and all,sad brown eyes, soft, soft lips, oh love, when you kiss like that it doesn't seem fair for you to expect me to breath  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/253815/ Love, where is it that you're going? If you're not careful you'll rot in that small Texas town. The Med student by my sidethe one with the brown eyes and slow smile is going somewhere fast.What is it you have to offer then? With his hand on my waist, we walk throughNashville undergro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/253798/ You are the master of wordswords that you have told toa thousand other girls. Oh, but I was the lucky one that fell for it. You taste like cigarettes and coffeeno matter how many times you brushyour teeth, still I smoke to remember your taste. You were that rush of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/236661/ You said I love youlike a shirt you triedon for size.It fit for quite sometimebut the color fadedthe threads woreyou didn't hesitate to trade it in. You've washed your hands of this. Our backseat affairsYou made me a w***eI made you a manyou're still too self righ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annelise/218219/