http://slow.writerscafe.org/AngelfaceOlivia The original writings of author Angelface en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775442901 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just a dream...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/796354/ A haiku, entitled "Ew". Have you ever seen spiderlings "ballooning" off of anything? They look like itty bitty paratroopers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/609758/ A poem for my Mom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/484348/ A incantation for untangling relationships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457740/ KeyholeThere is a locked door,behind which I hide,and there you are tappingon the other side.Slipping notes under itto challenge my pride,whispering through the lock,asking me to confide.Peeking through the keyholeto see if I tried,but found myself anxiousand tongue-tied.Te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457738/                          If inspiration is a moment of the purest ecstasy that an earth-bound creature can be afforded, then it is the artists among us who are closest to touching .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457717/  Touch Touch me like I’m precious,I starve for it.Feed me.Hands in my hair, Look into my eyes,Do you see me now?Black moons, pools of depth, Starless universe of my soul.Could you get lost there?Nothingness is but a disguise for infinite possibility.But with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457387/  III The Universe is my playground;Crazy as it may sound.They think existence is reality. But being real is merely a formality.The truth is existence, and existence is truth,But all that exists cannot be proved.I build my world around me;My will is my only tool;The sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457385/  Narcissus You say this is loveFor the first time in your lifeBut I think it is really only fearBecause you have never been surgically removedFrom anyone’s heart beforeYou are used to them just fading awayLike the ghosts you have fashioned them intoThey never took.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457383/ DiastrophismMistress Pain weighs heavy on me,Stern and frowning, refuses to be taken for granted.Mother Comfort nestling the child... her nemesis.Divide that embrace! All reassurance recanted. I am a cup for sorrowCatching every bitter drop,Sticky as rain, gathers to overfl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457381/ AKA The Man Eater http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457380/  Defenseless I stand naked in the sun.All that I own and control containedIn this singular, thin-skinned vessel.My only belongings:My PrideMy Hope    ~    My Sorrow~    My Self    ~My Virtue    ~.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457342/  Cosmic I want to be someone’s sun,Their warmth and light,So beautiful and brightThey can hardly bear to lookBrings tears to their eyes…The center of someone’s universe.Match my magnitude,I am looking for my orbitBy the name of Cynosure.The embrac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457340/ child’s play give the children what you would want them to haveas if they were already oldthey are like clay in an adult’s handour human masterpiece to mold and if life imitates artthen childish play imitates lifesomewhere in between they gleanhabits that teac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457339/  Changeable I've never craved sunlight before,Never really felt the sun.I never hunger anymoreBut I like to taste the food for fun. My heart beats as fast as fire nowAnd disappears whenever you are near.I let you steal it ‘cause you made a vowTo protect it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457338/ Call Me Cassandra Do you see from the very beginning that I will leave and break your heart?Do you know, as I know, that we will eventually be torn apart?Then why do I try?Why do I give my body knowing I cannot share my soul?Why do I desire half of you when I am already whole?Why do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457337/  Beware the Lasher Ask me what's wrong with me...My mouth will tell you to stay far away.My words will sound angryBut my eyes look wounded.Furious frenzy is my suicidal tendencyAnd if you get too close I may turn the blade on you.But my eyes say hurt and you can’t s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/457336/  Mistress Oh bright angel,Dancing on the head of a pin...She is weightless, dangling from the silver cord.She is the glance from across a crowded room;A coy smile; quicksilver;Fleet-footed; light as air.The center of attention, then invisible.A rush of adrenaline, esote.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455826/  Looking Glass Your eyes flickerWhen you notice the light,My luminescent gaze.Your fascinationNames me uniqueFrom the lackluster haze.Yet realize,I am but a reflectionOf the spotlight in my face.I am stunning,And stunned - Frozen animal in my place.Like the mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455823/ Life TouchYou, m'love, are ALIVE...Breathing warm breath upon my skin,Throbbing hot and smooth against my lips,Tangling fingers in my hair,You are firm grips,And sticky sweat,And panting words in my ear. Push me away, only to pull me closer.Pull me inside, until I disappear,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455821/ "Hell hath no fury as woman scorned..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455820/ Never let it go this far... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455819/  Flashbulb A buzzing consciousness aloft on purple gossamer wings,the color of bruised, star-scar'd twilight,beating out the rate of comprehensible thought:I AmI FeelI SeeOnly half as fast as the lightning strike of inspirationbut twice as fast as the blinking recogniti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455818/  Finding Her When we make loveI wear you like a gloveAnd feel the world through your skin. You read me so wellAnd my body can tellThe barrier between us is so thin. I close my eyesAnd start to realizeThat you know what I hide within. When you to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455817/ Such a truth was never spoken as this, young hearts - pay heed! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455816/  Cincture He says he needs another doseSmack junkie for loveShe smiles inside… he is very closeBut the marble her skin is sculpted of Makes her look smooth and cool This time we do it my wayThe wheel turns to her ruleThe night is rising; gone the day&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455815/ We've all had days like this... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455814/  Wet RagePassion is just violence, wet with lust.Understand that when I hurt you softly,It is because I love you with a passionThat suspends my intelligence,Divides my heart,And scatters my very soul!Understand, my rage is words with no outlet,A scream without a voice,A tong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455813/  This heart needs to beat!To the rhythm of my soul,And repeat… and repeat.Its will is not my own,It follows the one path it’s been shown.No one can cage the birdWithout killing the spirit - how absurd!You think you have tamed a pet?But my true equal I have yet met.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455811/ Literature Essay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455809/ Opportunity is knocking... who will open the door? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455807/ This is a full-detail employment history, focusing on my professional experience as an Office Manager/Director of Operations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455806/ Looking for freelance or full-time writing work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455805/ This is real... I am seeking my destiny. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/455803/ The ABCs of Abecedarian http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/437532/  Nature of the Beast A woman is an open woundAnd I always bleed in one way or more…Tonight I am bleeding sex all over the floor.Inhaling makes my lungs shiver,Icicles creep up my throat ‘til my lips quiver.And everyone can tellI am burning in my own passionate he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434868/ Chapter VI: Vegas, baby… Vegas            So we arrive an hour later in Las Vegas at the start of a bustling Sunday morning. I wonder if people in “sin city” even bother to go to church. We immediately rent a car a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434864/ Chapter V: Airport Antics  Next thing I know we are in the obscenely brightly-lit airport terminal trying to extract about $3000 from the Chef’s ATM card. We are all still obnoxiously drunk and by now our first round of tabs is well in play and has turned our environment to a surre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434862/ Chapter IV: Me & My Big MouthSo a familiar scene replays in full-color and fast-motion; like a digital video of my life is plugged in and playing in fast-forward in my head. Another reckless Saturday night flies like a furious bat into the past. It is after hours again and I am clean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434860/  Chapter III: The Morning After:There is nothing I like better after an evening of slagging myself around (yes, I realize that is not a word, but it perfectly describes my state – so I made up my own word!) than a frozen margarita, especially on a Sunday afternoon after a particularly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434858/  Chapter II: After Hours:               After two o’clock, when the drunks have all staggered home to vomit and pass out, then the real vampires show themselves.   The music stops and the lights come on, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434854/ Chapter I: Typical Day at WorkI love this ethereal wretchedness, this malaise of spirit, disconnected from the body. Picture me rollin’! I call it Peter Pan syndrome. Yet, when is it time to grow up? But what have I, really, to complain about? I sleep all day a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434853/ Unfinished Catharsis - Don't care for the title, but it works for now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434852/ For an old flame - the passion has burned out, but the poetry remains. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434851/ a moment of clarity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434408/ I could just eat you up! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434407/ An Essay - originally posted on my old blog 06/06/06. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434403/ From a college lit course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434399/ Was God bitter too? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434397/ An Unconditional Love Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelfaceOlivia/434396/