http://slow.writerscafe.org/delilah The original writings of author Delilah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013734 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How can I put pen to paper?How can I clearly construct my thoughts?Sadness, keeps holding me back.If I start, if I dare,Who's to say I could stop?Emotions soaring and plummetingIt's never enough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1345140/ The daffodils on the counter seduced me with their quiet scent. The color, a vivid yellow winked at me. Outside the sun was setting, it had just rained leaving a misty blue to cover the yard. I could hear the burns singing and as I closed my eyes I pretended they were chirping a calming lullaby. You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1345139/ I stand there, my back is against the wall. In front of me a closed door appears. I will the voices from behind the door to stop calling out at me. The door looks ordinary, a rich mahogany. All around me it is dark. I put one foot in front of me, I beg it to stop. I don't wish to go any further pref.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1345137/ If you've ever had a moment where you were hoping to be on the receiving ends of someone's affection. It can be so embarrassing and combined with alcohol hurtful to your pride. But also a little funny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1287359/ My breaths coming out in a cloud of mist. The cool air, swirling around me. Nighttime and the stars failed to come out. A lone moon hangs full in the sky. Thoughts are racing in my mind, words barely formed that couldn't make their way outside my mouth. My lips pucker, waiting for their truthful kis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1287349/ I had failed to notice the true sadness of the ocean. The grey waters constantly roaring towards the shore. The white foam whispering secrets, the gulls calling from above. With the salty winds slapping against my cheeks, they grow red. My lips chapped, raw. On stormy days the winds wailing, their c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1287347/ The wind flows softlycarrying the sweet smell of rosesin it's breeze, birds chirp happilythe sun shines high abovelong grasses sway, the rose bush comes into viewa bee buzzes lazily aroundthe stream saunters slowly downa bunch of wildflowers grow scattered along the hilla sense of ease is felt every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1250004/ My whole essence and presence is driven throughit's funny but I can't contain my excitement when your neara laughable confession, your love is delinquentsome days I feel as though I'm burningcarried away on a gust of wind I spreadI light up the landscape, my breathe hotmy sighs fanning the flamesand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1249991/ I met a man he seemed decentpolitical activist, outgoingengaging, confident, into artwrites poetry, stories, takes photosI think to myself, must mean he's decentbut what I forget is that's all smoke and mirrorsjust a way to deceive the outer worldgirls like me with no confidencehe asked me if I want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1249988/ This is about those nights out when you're running away from everything. When you just want to be lost and forget about the everyday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1236175/ And it's funny the way you put us into two categories,either I'm the good girl or the slutand it's infuriating how you're everythingshould I strip myself of any power to please you?Must i always pretend to believe your lies?Buried deeper I continue sinking into myselfI'm a b***h, a s**t, a w***e, a... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1234034/ You texted me after so long, it was that silence that screamed into my ear. I waited, hoped and debated if you'd ever send word again. My stomach flip flops, I cannot control my excitement and fear. You've given me the time of day. But now I know how foolish and ashamed I really should be. How silly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1204516/ Lipstick staining the bottom of my cigarette, a man in the distance his outline is so hazy and I cannot make out his face. I had a dream about you, as you came into my bed and hopped right out. I knew about you from the moment we met. Vodka in one hand and beer in the other I drank from morning to n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1204513/ My perfume smells like sea salt and open wounds, the waves pull back from the shore, a dull roar echoes in my ears, my eyes red, burn from the tears that would not fall. Hollow, empty, I ache. Shielding my eyes against the sun my cheeks become wet. Stained with the tears of longing and regret. Melan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1204511/ You're the poison I take each night, that bottle on my nightstand,Keeping me up I take it religiously, A strange cult that I have suddenly become a part ofIt's your eyes i worship, you mouth I want all over meA one word text is all I want, it;s all I needjust a word to tell me you're still ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1190689/ Sorry, another oldie! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1178402/ Old poem just found not very good but I felt like sharing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1178398/ Bathe me in the blue evening lightthe air is so fresh and clearthe wind crisp on my cheeksstars dotting the skysparking, slowly appearingthe white moonlightshow me the waycover me in your beautyrelease me of my sinspure and silentI yearn for you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1129203/ Kept in the silence I dream of youHushed voices call to methat lingering kiss as you caress meI feel your bodysmooth,I hear your voicedeep and composedI yearn for your eyesto follow meas I walk awayas I break awayI only want you to call after me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1108511/ I feel as though all love has left me,a dusty whirlwind,almost in my graspslipping through my fingersI watch as it fades away,time after timeI can't make you love meI can only let you use meworthless I fall to piecesalone every nightI nurse my bruised hearta hollow drumplays in my stomachall food ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delilah/1108509/