http://slow.writerscafe.org/Placenta The original writings of author Placenta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006300 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ive been up half of the nightwaiting for you to call me at least one timei've wasted my whole lifeon this love of oursthat wasn't quite rightand would you take back all these yearsand  could you give back all of my tearsI will never be whole againSo until next never, goodbye old friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/1376108/ I lie here sleepless,these summer nightsthe loneliness engulfing meempty hands pray with all their mightclose my eyes, so tightly that they  burnand try to feel you somewhere in this worldif I concentrate hard can I imagine you here...?wrapping arms around shoulders fingertips wiping tears.Parc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/1374877/ I want to take the silken pads of your fingersand plant tiny little kisses upon themeach press of my lips making your cheeks bloom like rosebudsI want to take the fear you have stored in your heartand put it away in a little chestlock and key and hide it under the deepest part of the ocean.I want to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/1374863/ Three years pass and the ache never fadedthere was love that was unrequited but I was so jadedso insecure and listless I found the love from other menWhen you were all I wanted thenToo blind to see, what you meant to meThree years pass and you were all i could dreamSelfish me, I know I was wrongbut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/1373852/ I sit here alone againconfusion swirling around in my headlike fireflies with dimming lightsdropping out with each solemn tear criedThe words we swore to each otherRings placed on finger, I do to one anotherKisses and cheers and promises mademean nothing now to the woman you've changed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/1373250/ Drill bit-kiss, your silver tongueI want to choke you as you comeand saunter over on to mewhere I will rip you at your seams.I will delve into your heartand clog every f*****g artery. I hate myself,this f*****g reflection!I kill myselfover your s**t-convictions.Don't you see what I try to be?Do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/758358/ Wandering hopelessly through life's largest cavernsI saw you alone, standing in the backwoodswith treasures untold, you held them so tightly.They were neither gold nor jewels aplenty. Hope filled the air as you told me your storiesabout how hard it was, but that life was not onlyhard work and p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/758356/ The smell of your shirtand your blanket on my bed,reminders that you're at homeand I'm sitting here alone again.Left with my memoriesof more effort-less time,when nothing else matteredbut our kisses and sighs.But now I lay alonewith the apprehension of what's to come.My recollection of everythingcom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/758354/ Simple little things that you doand who you are, have pushed forththe beauty in me.Everything I love and carefor I have foundin the solace of your voiceand the warmth of youryour bodylaying next to mine. And as the sunlight pours throughmy windows andenhances your features,I realize that I amwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/758353/ Where is home but the streets I knowwhere everything is scattered and I am alonethroughout this matter,throughout this ordeal.I've tried to get betteras I grasp without feel when did this happenand when did I losemy place in the worldand the soles in my shoes?I've looked in all the placesI've o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/758351/ There must be something wrong with mewith every breath I takeI suffocateand with every stepI take two backand god it hurtswhen life just lags. I can not seem toresolve my issuesThey follow melike unwanted shadows.My brainis like an eggand it's frying in the sun. But then I go back towhen w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/726994/ Over lost time, my old friend,I've watched you becomea bettered man.And I am gratefulfor the grin you wear.Genuine, thoughtful,teeth gloriously bared.Long ago,I met you, a boy.A sweet little cherub,a life you enjoyed.Yae, you were gloriouswith your eyes full of wonderuntil you met me,when your life .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/714157/ I'd fly into the sun, you seeif it meant you'd stay.I'd disembody myself from the world,I'd do it all today.I'd cut myself away from youwith a rusty blade.I'd break myself apart, my love.I'd give myself away. If only you saw the light in meGod, what would you doif I told you that these scars,ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/714156/ Your eyes, a feeding-ground of colors and song,is this how these things are to start?Lord almighty, it's been too longsince I could fall-- completely apart.I melt into you, my body, this being.makes the whole world and stars collide.The beat of your heart, the hymn of your singing,The why your hand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/714155/ Inspired by a recent poet on here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/714153/ Here I stand,  Bare, ........Believing,There you are,            always decieving.I wait for you without complaint,While you twist and torture,    Oh, convincing saint!          &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/546681/ Swirling, singing, intoxicating,Feelings growing, feelings fading.Heart so full it's going to burst,Love so much you feel the worst.Head on tight, body loose,So alive hanging from a nooseThat's strung with hope And strung with truthEverything's complicating, loving you.Worth it, want it, need it, cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/546679/ Within heartache, You learn to die.Suffocation, mutilation, Carving out your life.Within the moment he says goodbye.You learn for real what it's like to cry.The tears and the anguish: It's too much to takeYou can't stand the dreams when you sleep,Or the memories when you're awake.It only happens.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/546678/ Underneath my cigarette sky.The birds are choking, they fall and die.The air is grey and black and white.The lack of oxygen gets me high.And I can't help but smile.Even though my lungs are bleeding,My eyes are dried from moisture-needingAnd my fingernails are yellow and receeding,I still refuse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/546677/ Strum me a tune, write me a song.Maybe one day I'll even sing along.I don't care If words are used,If it's rap, Or if it's blues.It can start as a note,A single bar.Maybe it'll grow,Grow damned far.Maybe it'll stop, After a few lines.Maybe we'll rewrite itOver again, a million times.Maybe it'll take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/546676/ Soffocation, near damnation,Love is just asphyxiation.Cut off all my circulation,I'd rather die than let you go.So hard to breathe when you're not here,My oxygen level disappears,Choking on my insecure fears,Emotions, I'll never let them show. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/546675/ I kiss your mouth, now come and find me-The not so little girl inside me.The beast that's dwelling, She's got a hunger.A thirst for passion, love and wonder.Now come and get it lover boy,We'll get those lips well employed.Your tongue tends to dance behind your teeth.Don't bother on words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/546672/ My chest, it burns, with longing ache,I don't know how much more I can take,The pills still tend to keep me awake,And they don't keep me from missing you. The night is cold with winter chill,And our picture is on my dresser, still,I'm waiting for this all to heal.You l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/514765/ Need I say more? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/472519/ This is my first free-form poem. The first one in which I don't rhyme or anything. I'm pretty proud of it, honestly. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/459406/ A flick of your wristA turn of the dial,A kiss on the lips,It's been quite a while.Your hand in mine,Head on chest,You make me forgetAbout all the rest.Against a wall, You're starting to winI can't hold backMy head, it spinsMy hands are shakingTongue, so tiedm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/457295/ "love is an excuse to hope and endure" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/457117/ blech. Heartbreak is a terrible terrible thing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/455284/ I have a thing for prostitutes. I AM NOT ONE. Note: this is not about me. Lol. Buttttt, I do see them, everyday. And it kills me watching them ride the streets. Some of them look broken, and very few look proud. But its still a sad thing to witness. My mo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/455032/ Boy problems... need i say more? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/454581/ when I die, I want to be rencarnated into the earth, a part of the plants and everything else that makes our world beautiful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/450035/ My friend Richie asked me to write a song for him and his girlfriend for their anniversary. So this is eventually what cam up. Kinda cheesey, but it happens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/442180/ A poem I wrote about my Buddhist beliefs. People tend to criticize me on this quite often because I'm nowhere near Asian or of Asain decent. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/441742/  Down again on bended knee,I see things now so differently.You can't pick me up, nor could you tryEven now that my body is drySpirit-broken and teary-eyedCold sores and cut up thighs.Everywhere I look I see your faceEven is this abyssmal placeYou were nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/441605/ i called upon the windto sway my body straightbut my balance was thrown offby the many pills i atei called upon the earthto stay beneath my feetbut the land is dead and frozenand i slid into the sleeti called upon the fireto stay inside my heartbut it became a brushfireand spre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/441400/ I had a very abusive boyfriend when I was about fourteen. I lost my virginity to him, but it always seemed he wanted more. Sex wasnt enough and we broke up because he wanted to control me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/441389/ I just recently moved into my grandparents house after living with my mother. She was an alcoholic and very addicted to meth. This was written after her intervention http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/440748/ Good morning sunshine,the night is gone, you go your own waynothing i can do nowwill ever make you stay.Good morning sunshine, its a terrible dayI try so hard and sometimeseffort doesnt mean a thingAnd i just roll with your punchesAnd deal with what life brings.And ill just stand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/440747/ A lot of the time, I feel as if I dont belong with other humans. like Im in contsant limbo... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/440746/ I have, lately, had a very strong sense of change coming on. I want to be a better person, shed my bad skin and become completely new. Which is the idea that inspired this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Placenta/440743/