http://slow.writerscafe.org/susanbelle12 The original writings of author Annabel Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032301 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 &nbsp;&nbsp; There are things in life that no one can explain, and have no desire to. They hide in the shadows of our consciousness and lurk in our dreams. The fine line between reality and fantasy begins to shift back and forth until it deliquesces into itself, and all we knew is true is but a triv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/764920/ Doctor Who poem XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/757414/ -Based off of the movie Carved- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/747589/ Liar liar, caught on fire,Can't seem to tell the truth.Liar liar, situation dire,Sits in the confession booth.She lies when they ask her "How do you do?"She lies when they ask her "Have you been crying?"She lies when she says "thats not true!"She lies when she says "I'm not afraid of dying."She crie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/746181/ Shes meant to be broken, dont you see?&nbsp;Did you see what she did to me?She wouldn't let me in,Much to my chagrin.Why don't you notice what I do?Why do you say it isnt true?Sex is all shes for, thats right,Just to satisfy my needs at night!Woman, get your a*s in here!And while you're at it, get m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/740222/ Set me free, bear!&nbsp;Get out of my hair!Singing your sad silent songs,Reminding me of all my wrongs.Shut up, toy!I don't want to think about that boy!Please just let me go,Its not all I'll ever know...I'll burn you, bear.I'll kill you, I swear.You'll never talk to me again,I'll be able to think o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/739830/ Its on the back of my kneesIts on the tip of my tongue&nbsp;Its on the rim of a dreamIts in the along.Its in the blue in my hair,in the shine on my ring,in the smell of my skin,&nbsp;its in everything.Things forgotten,things past,things remembered,dreams that didnt last.Its in my mind,in my personal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/729238/ She was floating.Nowhere, nowhere possible anyways; but it was, and that was the problem. She had no shadow to deliquesce into the white blank space, no floor on which to rest her feet. And no doors... no doors this time, no way out. She spoke, but the words would not escape. The sound seemed to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/728587/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/728575/ She lived in a house upon a hill.She was perfect as a woman can be,And yet left tears upon her silvery windowsill.A dirty nightgown from climbing a tree,A dirty cut,A scraped knee.Fed every mutt,Donated to every bum.Applied makeup to go nowhere,And kept it as a rule of thumb,&nbsp;That someday that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/720837/ On my mind :P. <3 Caleb... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/713985/ writing a book wont write itselflook at the space for manuscripts on the shelfsure inspiration takes a fair amount of timeits gonna make me lose my mindand if you really care why don't you start thisand if you really care why don't you&nbsp;and if you really care why don't you start thisand if you r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/699271/ Wait What?!If a tree falls in the forest,&nbsp;Will another fall across the planet?&nbsp;If I die,Will I make a sound?300 Years from now,People will still say hello.Parallel universesParadoxesParadigmsCollaborative music of scienceIf you teach a man to fish, will he catch the other fish in the sea?B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/699231/ I am walking backwards,I am on my tiptoesPosing along with stopsigns on my promenadeI am talking backwards,I am on my trip-toesPosing with STOP- Hammer time.Sharpies along my silhouette&nbsp;All needs can be metDon't deny meOne more sunsetTeenager with a NikonStare right through meOld man feeding sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/693173/ This is why we fightIts because you wake me mid-night,Amid my slumber,in you lumber,Having drank some wine.I tried to shine,Illuminate,&nbsp;Even try to fumigate,How good you truly are.But then you show me the scar,One of many I left you,Trying to move on to,Escaping your death grip.Leaving on a shi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/692682/ Its 3 weeks 4 days since I first decided to kill youOr the memories&nbsp;I'd held in my heart painstakingly swathed in led paintIt was beautifulYour casket draped with petunias and irises blooming bright blueAnd the singers they all sang that tune that weDanced to with two left feet but its goneAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/687831/ ~~~~~~In the land of Gitsullebanna, the capital of Eel was in bedlam. The Casuists were receding into ensconcement, and the Positive Fervids were left to fend for themselves in a state of vulnerability, police-less and losing hope quickly. Without the adept skills of the Casuist governors, the Negat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/681101/ Where are you going and&nbsp;Where have ya been?Your weaknesses are showing andYou keep falling on your chin.Do you have some colleagues&nbsp;of your own?Is that why you're running, should you have flown?No friends at the race, you seem to be alone..Did you offend them, and should you atone?Or were .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/678951/ Where is home?&nbsp;What is home?Where we take shelter under some shallow dome,Flipping your fingers over each and every tome,Clean the silverware and polish the chrome,Carefully place your only garden gnome?Is it a place,&nbsp;or is it a feeling?Thin as lace,Opaque and revealing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/678927/ Once upon a now,there was a me.She would spend her summertime stuck in slides,Hidden from the rain.She would spend her summers with her cousin,playing basketball at the park,meeting fresh, fresh faces and making confessions.She dated a boy named Wilson,Who was 2 years her senior.He took her on dates.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/677239/ &nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh, the hazards of love, you'll learn soon enough."&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Simon snatched her lipstick from the bathroom, and proceeded to write on the mirror, "I'm taking leave" in all capital letters, a solemn reference to "Can't", a favourite song of hers by Tom Milsom. She .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/676666/ "And you know deep down you can find a better way."These lyrics haunted Simon like some unknown appendage, aching and mysterious. They were the most prominent point of the Free Energy song to her. As the melody weaved in and out of her mind, she couldn't stop thinking about this. You see, lately she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/676658/ I've got a little bit of a problemNot a problemJust a solution&nbsp;To me being an allusionSo I made a collusion&nbsp;To let 'em know I'm hereSo lend your earI've gotta say I'm obsessedMy therapist's impressedAnd I don't know whyBut its got me all awryI've got anglomaniaI'm in love with British cult.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/653288/ Its a dark nightDarling you don't wanna hearAll the thoughts I'veSo just go and crack a beerI'll take a seashellAnd put it in my earI'll take a seashellAnd put it in my earI'll watch the dolphinsJumping through their loopsAnd if you'll leave thenWe'll have to send in the troopsWe'll have to send in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/647087/ Huddled in her chamber, Helena was quite mesmerized. The candlelight was low upon her gaunt face, playing shadows across her cheeks as gracefully as the piano played in her ears. She was drawing things on the surface of her hand mirror, heating up the glass to form a humid fog upon it and then traci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/643912/ It was a cold afternoon. However, it was one of those seemingly paradoxical times when it seems to be below freezing, yet the sun is shining brightly. The clouds would occasionally eclipse the sun, bringing on a small bit of grey. The wind would dance upon the graves, and play with the tassels on Al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/627179/ The bus was a coffin, as she saw it. She found herself in pain at the voices swirling around her like waves crashing over a small dinghy, drowning her lungs in air. She listened to the sounds around her of complaints and braggarts, who had no idea of other people's pain. People like her. She reaches.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/625550/ Scream and shout Play it outJust don't get too caught upLove and passionwaves smashingdeep grey skies swallow me upUniquity is an unknown word made-up and unheardBecause nobody can find itRed or blue hairSuch a scareto an unchanging realm. All you have is rhymes,and even these are crimes,when they f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/625546/ Just a brief description what goes on in my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/607108/ Then again, she didn't.He did but she refused to go.She wished in her dreams,a party in her subconscious.Silent and sad with black umbrellas,discussing the death of her trust.Fun memories made and how life is too short,remembering those times.But now its dead and gone,left without a trace.Her downfa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/587216/ Eyes closed, mind adrift,Concentration unbreakable.Moonlight shafts through the windows,Giving up unthinkable.The rain patters on the roof above,One solitary foot dances to the beat.Eyes flick right and left,Planning the perfect feat.Thoughts in her head,Solitude is maddening.I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/559241/ I made this one just writing down random thoughts.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/552241/ I can feel my heart lift as the wheels race,Making their way,Across the black sea of pavement.Before long,this metallic bird begins its ascent.The wind forcing us up,watching Earth meld to Sky,Finally,as we glide,A group of innocent strangers,escaping from the ground,Saying farewell to hell.As we as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/537619/ A poem about one of my classes with the worst people you will ever meet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/537610/ Trees reach up to the melting sky,tugging the sun down with effortless stamina,As the warm shades of twilight give way to the mysterious evening.The world chills slowly,gently blowing a wind through the green grass.As the last colors end their descent,The first stars shoot their light through the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/537603/ A poem I wrote about murder, and why people do it, despite logic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/537596/ Lies. Poison spewed from the mouth,Spilling then killing,all for the thrilling of the administrator.Souls shrivel at the realization,that the airy gossip once enjoyed had whipped its head around and bit them,Powerful jaws, closing in around the soul.And at this turn of the tide,the blood spills,an e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/537586/ Standing in line, to see this show tonight, I grip my ticket so hard it tears.As I hand it in, I take a seat.A spotlight illuminates you so,the light bouncing off your skin, making you oh-so-pallid.Performing for me,an audience of one, I begin to make out the sequence of your life....As turmoil rear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/537580/ Can the click of a lock change your life?The simple motion of sealing yourself in,sealing the world out,and having no intention of ever emerging?The most elemantary of motions can also be the most extraordinary.Safety is elusive,and no one wants to be outside when the storm breaks.Basic instinct-can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/505572/ Sitting here in my asylum,this place of endless yellow bricks and sorrow,I can't help but wonder exactly how I arrived here.I cry,But my sobs are muted by the heavy door.No one here besides me,and luckily so,for the paper that nestles on my face,the residue of the breakdown that landed me here.My fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/505561/ As I read this,your last letter to the world,I can't help but wonder about these notes.No matter what you explain,no matter how intricate your wording is,The words just rush past like water through lace.I sit and wonder,not why,but why I didn't know.Why they didn't tell me.Biting my lip,I stare at t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/505554/ Awash in the waves,I submerge myself in this perfect world.My hair floats past,My eyes are sightless,My clothing billows out around me.The fear rushes in like a linebacker,And for a minute,I wish to leave this sterile hell.But after that minute,I realize how lucky I am.In this alternate world,nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/505549/ Skies grey and crashing in,I sink into lonliness like a stone in the ocean.Slowly but surely making my way to the bottom.No one in sight, and a feeling comes,only discribable as a sinkhole in the center of my being.I want to scream,but it seems my lungs are full of fluid,Incapacitated in my own body.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/505546/ A poem I wrote about gym class :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/505348/ all true http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/494384/ Standing in the hallway while her parents fightLIstening and waiting thoughought the nightPressed against the wall,A&nbsp;result and a reminder.Mother on her right,And Father at the left. Spears through the air,The words they hurl.Feelings of despairFor the girl.At the end, the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/484507/ In the music.This is my own private residence.When life wants to shoot the stars out of my eyes,Or tear the love from my heart,I&nbsp;go here-I leave life behind,to settle in the dust.My golden cage,the lyrics hold fast as iron bars.My voice is the glue which holds me together,sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/484077/ My dad saw this bumper sticker the other day on someone's car that said: Jesus hates Gays, Jews, Muslims among other things, so it gave me the idea for this poem on what prejudice can do to a person. I'm Jewish by the way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/477574/ My heart poundsLike a timpani,In my chest.The sky opens upas night begins to fall.When it encompasses everything,The world receeds back into its homes,Exausted from the day.Looking up,At the ubiquitous sky,stretching as far as the bare skeletal trees on the horizon.They reach u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/473553/ My perception of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susanbelle12/473209/