http://slow.writerscafe.org/bekahb The original writings of author Bekah B en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776014263 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Welcome to this wonderlandI can see it all there in your headSmoke and mirrors catchingDaylight as it fadesAnd we're betting everythingOn a pocket ace of spadesThat you slipped up your sleeve-And for a gambling manYou don't leave much to chanceNot anymore.Smoke and mirrors, HatterThey've always done.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/1192848/ I've got walls delicately constructedBut they put China to shameSilence for brickAnd secrecy for mortarWalls built hastily against the onslaughtBut stronger than BerlinWith paranoia for my concreteBolted together with trepidationAnd you can run your fingersAcross scratchy bits of stoneCaked in memor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/1192844/ It is a universal truthThat people hate the airportIt is the place that you goTo get to the place you actually want to beA necessary evil en route to a destinationWhere you stand in endless linesOne for tickets, one for customsOne to ensure you're not a mass murdererAnd then you waitAmongst the crus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/1076932/ Oh the things I do for the endorphinsThings I thought I'd left behindBut it turns out history will haunt youUntil the day you dieAnd even the future is futileIt's just eventual historyAwaiting its conclusion, butFor a few short months I was a womanStrong and proud and maybe beautifulBut looking in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/1069413/ The rapid patter of your heartIs erratic, inconsistent, unreliableThe only thing it does with startling consistencyIs pulse and push the toxinsAround in dizzy circles through your veinsSo you're drunk and highAnd lit up like a string of lightsWith just a couple bulbs blown out--If a bottle of vodka .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/1022863/ Hanging in the back corner of my closetIs a little red dress I've never wornIt might be polyesterThough I really couldn't tell youBecause it's always been too pretty for meThe kind of thing beautiful girls Wear when they host beautiful parties.I looked at it today and thoughtI should wear that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/1003826/ Donnes-moi ton coeur Parce que j’ai perdu le mienQuand je me reveille chaque matinDonc je sais que tu m’aimesEt si c’est vrai que tu m’aimesAlors porquoi es tu si lointainDonnes-moi une raisonPorquoi je devrais t’attendreJe veux que tu so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/1002648/ “Riddle me this,”Said the Sphinx to the traveler,“Where have you been?Where are you now?And where will you go?”“Oh, the answer is easy,”Said the traveler with a glint in his eye,“I’ve been in the pastNow I’ve seen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/1002646/ In memory of my grandfather http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/999061/ A recent frantic stream of conciousness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/955109/ Your arm in mineWas a little too invitingRight up until the timeYou pulled my heart outThrough my throat.Drink it, I saidLike the dumb girl I am.Eight hours of talkBut then the silence set inYou leaned a little too closeAnd nobody knowsExactly what happened next.I woke in the morningWith a mismatche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/937665/ Little bird beating on the windowYou’re flying too fastToward the bulletproof glassThat will snap your neck in two.I know it’s pretty insideThis dream house built of stoneBut the windows are closed To keep out the coldAnd the wildlife like you.So persi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/817578/ It's the simple things-Simple like the slow riseAnd fall of your breathsThe rhythm of your heartAs it skips in your chestDancing with the demonNever stopping to rest-And it simply confounds meThat all the electricityAll the shocking and shakingHas yet to break me.Simple things are fragile things-The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/744399/ There's a Winchester bulletLodged in my chestBetween my ribs and my spineAnd I can feel the metal pressInto my lung with every breath.Don't call me brave for owning riflesOr playing with a gunI did this to myself-So the copper and the leadSeeping into my veinsIsn't nearly as painfulAs one would imag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/735260/ My first set of poems got really long, so I figure it was time to break into smaller chunks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/735255/ I originally wrote this in prose. But it divided up too perfectly to be left like that. Also, this is the darkest my brain has ever been. Thankfully this is a piece from a long time ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/696511/ I stood upon the walls of TroyAnd watched my city burnWhile rivers of blood flowedCutting deep into the ground-I knew this would be our fateWhen you stepped onto our shoreDragging death in your wakeLike a soldier of the Furies.Curse Paris, idle, flighty ParisAnd his love that brought you here-Curse .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/694006/ We've spent so many nightsPainting a pretty face on the Mona LisaThat we're surprised every timeThe tears well in her eyesAnd she still criesFor freedom from this cage.Our coats of paint crack and crumbleTurn to dust as we look onTo try and find the subtle lineBetween what is art and what is wrong.S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/693590/ What does it look like from the inside-What is it that walls and windows hide?What elemental demons lurk among The shadows farthest from the sun?Is it icy cold there every dayFreezing the corners of your brain?Or does it burn like funeral pyresTo keep out beggars, thieves and liars?Is there a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/689928/ Burn burnIt only sparksWhen you blow it outBurn burnLike a trick candle On a birthday cakeBurn burnIt never endsIt's hot againBurn burnThe harder you tryThe stronger the flameKeeps burningFor a moment a flickerCatches your eyeYou're convincedThis time it will dieBurn burnMelting waxAnd blackene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/687302/ Each of you havefollowed meTo the ends of theearthThe corners of theworldAnd back again- tostand here now.We built an empireForged with blood andbronzeFor peace and glory,So now the empire fromeast to westStretches from therising sunTo where it sets... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/680502/ It’s brighter hereThan I rememberCold among the whiteWhite lightsBright reflectionsScreaming softlyTreading lightlyAmong the voidThe calling voidEchoes in the distanceMuttering secretsWhispering liesAnd the bright lightsDrag you homeFrom .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/680499/ It's the stoneAnd it's the hillIt's wanting just to reach the topKnowing I never willThe endless repetitionFalls heavy on my heartSo, I'm sorry, SisyphusFor all the weight you bearWhat's mine is yoursAs yours is mineUntil the end of time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/678064/ Every imperfectionlikeThe bitter taste ofcigarettesDragging off yourbreathOr the Irish liquorFlowing through yourveinsIs just anotherwhisperTelling me you’reperfect.Every song by theRamonesPlayed on your guitarAnd every line of poetryRips i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/677256/ She has lips like rubiesSparkling in the mistA soft crimson dressDraped across her chestThe fire in her gaze Obscures the dark abyssBecause the bitter truthIs her eyes are ink-black holes-She's a crossroads demonStanding at the cornerWith a promise in her handsBeckoning you closerShe will grant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/671289/ There comes a timeWhen you have to make a choiceListen to the little voiceScreaming in your headTelling you to pick a sideBecause the middle never wins.You can't be a Union soldierWaving a Confederate flagOr a Capulet daughterWedding a Montague man.At some point the bitter feudWill catch up wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/665816/ Of the poets, performers, scholarsFrom the ancient world Not much is knownExcept the inspiration they were graced withWas the same as our ownEach scholar has his illuminationEach performer his own sparkEach poet his museAnd all are infusedFrom the dawn of timeWith breath and lifeHope and formBy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/661369/ Your heart is ticking like a clockClicking like a dirty bombTied up in the corner thereAmidst all the blood and gore.All it takes is a tiny knifeThe blade stashed in your bootTo cut it free and run awayTo run until foreverDon't look back until your lungs burnAnd your stomach churns with painAnd rese.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/661207/ A little HP fanfiction from FOREVER ago. It's the only one I ever finished. Originally it was 10 short chapters but I fused them into one long story. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/659821/ The pretty girl at the barShe has pretty little scarsShe's drinking whiskey from the bottleTo drown the hole in her heartSo the bartender asks herWhat she's chugging liquor forShe says tonight it doesn't matterCan she have a couple more? Girl, I think you've had enoughYou do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/656942/ It's never happened beforeThat words fail meSince when did I lose my trustIn prose and poetryThere's no statementNo storyThat seems right this timeNo string of words or phrasesCan fix thisAnd it kills meI have no other defenseIf words fail meWhat's next-My heartMy hands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/656908/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/656069/ A phoenix rising from the ashesOf a fire burning brightEmbers sparkling, diamondlikeIn the cold winter sunHe's a flying tragedyA mythic melodyA mover, a shakerA miracle in disguiseHis wings are hope personifiedIn times of deep despairA phoenix soaring stately overheadIs a guard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/656045/ Every word you speak is like waterDrowning me so quicklyCatching in my lungs To pull me underUnderneath the growing voidThat darkens my sightWhenever I feel you-Your touch like poisonSeeping into my veinsBoiling dark red blood-The color everything becomesWhen you're with meI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/655958/ Barbed wire on the fenceWill slow people downKeep them out of the complex you builtWhere there are walls and doors That no one understandsThorns on the darkest rosesWill cut peoples' handsAs they reach for a piece of your soulDripping blood on the petalsWhen they tear awayKnives .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/653417/ The battlefield is silentSave for dying men'sDying criesTo gods who never listen. Ghosts of fallen soldiersWeave between spearsAnd shieldsCovering anguished faces.A survivor drops to his kneesNext to a battered formHe knowsIs his greatest friend.He removes his black helmetWhich is caked with blood a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647880/ Lady JaneWake up, you're sweet sixteenPlace your hand on the windowsillAnd as the sun sinks into your skinFeel the powerPut on your dress, JaneAnd walk down the halls with prideEvery eye is watching youPrincess of the NorthRoyal blood burns through your veinsA curse you can't escape-You're bleedingD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647876/ Somewhere there's a line that's crossedBetween the future and the time we've lostThere's a point you hitIt's a feeling you getYour blood runs cold but you're toldTo keep pushing onTo keep staying strongSo you learn to deal and just can't feelAnything but your own heart beatingWhile your friends are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647872/ There's a cracked asphalt roadCovering the distance I'm afraid to goThere's a thousand miles from here to thereOn a wicked path that I won't dareTravel all alone to catch you-You're the kind of man with everything to proveSomewhere to go and nothing to loseThis cloak and dagger's wearing me thinLost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647869/ I'm the girl that holds her liquorBetter than you can hold your beer.I'm the girl who can take a hitNo matter how vicious the blowAnd turn it back aroundTo make you regret the day you were born.I'm the girl whose pocket knivesAre always sharp and always handy.I'm the girl whose tattoos Remind me of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647865/ The bloodred sun burns through the nightYou're breathing dust in the morning lightBombs are breaking over your townAir raid sirens shake the groundTake no prisoners, tell no liesThe strongest hearts, they never diePoliticians sent you outYet it's the patriots we doubtBut it's in the smile on a child.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647860/ Athena, break these chains of mineThis curse upon my head.Shatter all the swords and spearsAiming for my back.Battle-hardened, wise Athena,Protect your daughters and your rebels.Do not forsake the wise at heartWho battle long and hardWith thought and action against all odds.You who sprang from Fathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647856/ En route to Torand. Ardeth adjusts while the crew plans an ambush. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647794/ I can hear historyPersonified in your voiceThe count of the yearsAs it slides on and onI can see the galaxy Projected in your eyesThe distances of spaceFrom here until foreverI can taste the creativityLayered in your actionsAs the world is movingYou make it your ownI can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647622/ Le coeurIt burns and bleedsBreaks when you walk in the roomShivers, shakes and shuddersYearns for nothing but youLe coeurWill be the death of himTear him apartLe coeurSoul of all he isBeats for youShreds for youThe heart he keptFrom everyone elseIs open and baredBleedin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/647592/ Locra. A pressing question is addressed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/645597/ En route to Locra. People talk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/645508/ She's got eyes painted like California smogLipstick the color of a harlot's dressHair pulled up and off to one sideThe girl's a hot mess and she's looking for a ride.She's wearing strappy heels that that twist her anklesThere's a lit cigarette in her right handAnd her jacket's studded le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/644840/ You've got the blood that boilsYour heart is black as coalBut despite the walls you buildI've seen what's in your soulIt's the color of a crystalBright as the light of dayAll you need is someone to fightTo claw the death away.Fragile little china dollBe careful or you'll breakI d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/644837/ Algar VII. A fugitive is trying to evade Owen and Max. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bekahb/644652/