http://slow.writerscafe.org/kzl The original writings of author Bear Girl en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776089888 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Trigger Warning - Recounting a rape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1967770/ You ask because you know.Whispers carry,Knowing glances are read.Words said quickly, are long-lasting and heavy.You ask because you know.Truth reveals,Masked feelings are unveiled.Trust, once broken, is fragile and messy.You ask because you know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1967214/ Your wall is not built from my stone,And I do not beckon the storm that batters its defenses.Do not judge your structure by the function of mine,For both are home to quiet dwellers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1967213/ I've created you - Your mind, your heart, your passions and pains, Like a writer of fiction you are the protagonist in the cinematic vision of the tale I weave.Your words are just right, spoken the way that I need.Everything you say calms me,makes me laugh, draws a sigh.You call me beautif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1967211/ The course, plotted in black and white,with intersecting lines connecting pathways that lead to the destined end,speaks plainly,instructing turn after turn of need,for you to reach.....me.You asked, and I laid it bare,yet there it rests untouched."That's not the route that I take," you say,and I rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1967209/ Not in this space now, but if you've ever dealt with mental illness and thoughts of suicide you may relate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1916969/ A day in silence-Nothing but the sound of fictional voices in my head,Living lives apart from mine.I seek release in its various forms,But nothing muffles the volume of my silence.It still screams its taunts at me,Goading me to fight,But I can't - or won't...Paralyzed by this wei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1916968/ Trigger warning Confronting a rapist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1914008/ The truths we weave. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1914007/ Baby steps,Quietly retreating with care -A little here, a little there.My grip is slipping,I keep on tripping,How far should I reach out my hand?Waves wash imprints from sand,Until only one set remains.How did I not see,I'm not as important to you as you are to me?Baby steps ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1914006/ Wanting someone who wants another. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1202887/ On a windswept January night,With bitter air piercing lungs and stealing breath, and chill cutting to the very marrow,I shiver with longing for relief.Exposed and without shelter,My skin is etched with scars,And blood runs slow in veins of frost.Tears seek their escape,But crystallize .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1202880/ I feel words.Their texture tangible, tangled in my fingers, filling my palm.Some smack of truth,Leaving welts of discovery.Their imprint gives evidence of holding hands with the life I live.Some cut with pain,Gouging trenches of war.The battles end and scars form, but I pick at them an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1202878/ I drink your words, Seductively sipping with desire. Like velvet carressing my tongue, They are fruit and spice;Smoke and chocolate. Their scent fills my lungs. I breathe them in and feel heady; drunk. Slowly, they trickle down my throat and I sigh. I drink you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1188484/ I wrote this for an exceptional friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1186393/ I have mountains,Yet seek hills,And find grains of sand in return.Part of something,Yet not in truth;Just illusions to my mind.Grasping for what is in my hand...longing for what's already mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1186388/ Self-perception http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1186384/ Memories flashFeelings clashReckless love of youth collides with you.Was it there, in the air - a ghost of a breath?Did it whisper in your ear - did you hear?Or was my imagination taking hold?Look back againTo what might have been...Is it too late to be?Is it so hard to seeYou had a hold on me?...I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1186381/ Pretending to be what you're not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1186310/ Secrets. Risks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1185953/ Remembering a lost love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kzl/1185943/