http://slow.writerscafe.org/powdercakes The original writings of author Lucia Morgan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000680 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lonesome, the sheets clap, Rushing for a peachened end. Finding nothing but the promise of cold pillows,I will sleep between these thick hours,And dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1959719/ Your fingertips are pressing, Brutishly,Against my tightly coiled threads.Pin-pricking thirsty edges of patience,Like wildfire,Across my freckled back. Burnt from your warmth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1776978/ I'd give you golden tears,But I have none.Only muddy puddles that run. Cut my cord!I'd set you freeJust to see you happy. How many notesMust I have wroteTrying not to cut my own throat?You've seen this face,Them both.Then why do you boast of internal growth? I'm treading back,On water.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1704427/ Pining the faded roses.Their velvety skins,Thin from the weather;The timePoisoning How I remembered them in spring.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1697300/ Arrows of light pine for me to graspThe aqueduct of Universe below me.The taste of consciousness Like tears from the eyes of gods waiting to be seen. But the rainbows of vision merely trickleLike feed into our dark, hungry minds.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1582500/ I put my hand against the wall, As if to feel its pulse. I'm alone.It's only smooth And coldAnd white. Not like skin. I want a hand on my breastOr a finger in my mouth. But things are complicated.You can't speak about an empty room, Or cold feetTo anyone. "I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1270306/ No i haven't forgotten how to peel my nails off,Haven't forgotten pain,Blood,You keep me from forgetting It's one eyelash at a timeAnd my lips would not have been curved If i had not torn at them.SheBorn from thread and clothIs easily cut and reassembled.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1245341/ Her lips tasted like cherry."I've never done this before."Like the bow of a violin Newly resined.How many hairs will you break To make the perfect sound? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1207421/ I'd rather you inside me likeAs if you always had beenMelting me like a defective candle, Making me homely;A portrait of cotton and linen Roughed up between your work-sore handsThat were once like artists',Stenciled and stained in charcoal,Painting my body in thick lines.Only,On the outsid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1124446/ I have lived so long as a rock,Like a boulder, Not a river stone.My tongue like a paperweight, Slurring my speech like a drunk,Darkening my mouth with Blood When I try to sing.How many more painful words Must I mumble,Must not be heard,Before the pebble taste sweetBefor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1122846/ Se ti piace la poesia, ti vorrei scrivere poesie.Amarei solo te, come la mare ama la luna,Solo hai bisogno di chiedere e ti daro` mia cuore,Mia sangue come cioccolato per tu a divorare. Sei mia rosa, come fuoco rosso che mi fa bruciatoMa anche l'aqua che estinguere mia sete. Ti vorrei amar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1120384/ Sometimes, She's in the hallway, Lighting that heavy incense,That "Burns away bad spirits".Or, On the patio,Like a rattlesnake.So many wrinkles, I've lost count.But most likely,She'll be in her bed, Swollen with blankets, ice cream melting at her side,Gazing at her spir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1045568/ It's like this poem I read onceAbout these two lovers;Who drowned each other with their kisses,and sweet breath, and warm handsand everything was floweryand everything was lovely. But I've lost the poemAnd I don't remember the title. But isn't it a beautiful story anyways?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1045519/ I don't want to be amusing.A toy;Doll Faced.All the boys want to play. I don't want to be a mirror, So you can see yourself the way you want to,So handsome,So handsome.All the girls stare. And then I'm scared, Because,How valuable would we be,If our bodies turned to plastic?And,O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1035608/ Times like these I wish i'd died, Before my life rose and fell,Like Everest,So sharp it bleeds the sky, As does my heart, Ache,At the sight of my wasted youth. I hate this very moment, The shallow breaths,The deep sleep,The empty conscious. I have done Nothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1035187/ I'm a little sad.The flowers in my vase have withered, and,No matter how many sad poems i write, Laden with dying metaphors, You'll never experience itHow i felt it.Those drooping petals, So like our lives,Fading, Falling so fast,Into the current of the wind,Before the week is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1019693/ Stars were born,Shimmered,Got lost among the dark and dust.Now, Empty,The bed is cold.The loneliness envelopes me,But It's a fruitless embrace. The nostalgic hug of memories.The love I had, Will never have,So faint, Like the scattery stars of the Milky Wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/1018710/ The cloudsDrift,Over tumbleweeds,Slowed by their silver-linings,And the hymn of the dust,Praying for rain. I take the time to count our position,Making blots on the map,And planning for the future,Without heed to the heat, or the dryness. "Here...""Here is where we'll start civilization".T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/999497/ Twisting shadowsHound at my frayed edges,Blurred,By the static night,And the room,Which has turned toWhite-noise. A bird criesLike a nightmareThat i can't escape.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/995115/ It's numb,The feeling of you slipping in and out of me,As easy as pie,Beneath my semi-conscious eyes,Melting under drunken tides.And all i'll be able to remember in the morning isWhore.F*****g w***e. Until i can't forget.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/943654/ Like you, The Winter worries me. The trampled meadows,And withered blossoms of yellow spring, Whisper to me:Melancholy.I want to sit by the fireAnd hold your hand, Cold, And in the grave. The tracks of preyThat stain the snow, Make me cry,So easily.For they tell me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/832370/ The water flowedUpstream,Against mildew rocksAnd flailing fists,No longer strugglingTo flow against the stream.The current singing, Like a sad ballad,All night.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/831826/ She waited,Like a winter flower on water.The white and orange fish swimming, Wishing their tails,Frolicking,And licking the sky. But no-one came for her, And her dreams changed.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/831824/ I have a secret.It goes kind of like this:When the wind blows,Like as if giving a kiss,I spread my legs openTo an unforgiving bliss. My father applauds,Says I have done well. I feel sad.I have lost, In this gameI call hell.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/831299/ Unsuccessful black bird, You are a dead man's coat, Black coal in a fire's hearth, Marking time with your residue.You are all men's fear and regret, Their heads on the wooden posts in your backyard, Staring respectfully, Black stones that cut their feet, Infectious.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/788722/ Birds in their cages, So beautiful to watch. Their freedom un-achievable,So seldom sought. Perched in the dim light, Covered in dust,Lost relics of glory, Lost relics of lust. Such a  lovely, lonesome call.Crying sung in the night,Drowned in tears of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/778958/ It is as you would expect,That the black void, alone, cannot describe the pain, That feeds like black coals to a flame,Not letting go...And the strained smilesCrawling along,Although plentiful tears already fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/713709/ The moon bathes my skin,With its sparkling light, With its sweet lullaby,Resurfacing my cool, distant dreams,Like white smoke disappears into night,Leaving no tracesYet still within sight.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/713474/ Look in the reeds,Sweeping like corn stalks,Beneath the murky sea.The green rocks,Like gems, whispering,Come down...Down...Down to the deep.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/713426/ Blood,Hatred, Greed.Thick and congealent, like the clotted channels of the throat, The jugular, Squirting,Bubbling up under your hands. This is the play, Dramatized, Poised.Gives us a chance to improvise,To cry,And to justify the kill.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/709576/ Shredded slightly and standing stark naked, snow falls around my bloody feet. Black hair sticking to the skin like tar. The war has started and ended around me. The faces of men i had known are frozen around me; mouths open in surprise at the face of their death. Swords plunged and thrust into snowy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/681210/ I am a part of you now,Forever,Like your dreary dreams.Thought you'd get away so easy, Ha, What did you think getting in 'trouble' meant, Mother?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/677906/  I am done with being something,I know that.When everything is said, done, and gone, Shriveled dreams and darkly lit portraits of the past, Will be the only memory left of this once hopeful life thataccompanies the young.I bend myself on the hooks and poles of life, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/677902/ You keep occupied,Cleaning dirty sheets in a hurry'Cause the maid'll be coming soon,To check in on the appearance of things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/676863/  The windows are open, but the screens remain. I feel the breeze, but cannot touch the rain.  In this cage, room, mindset There's no need to explain The meaning of things, That, from here, dont seem to exist In the first place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/672496/ Swept up in a whirl of scales, leading upward, Into a heavy afterthought,The music pouring out of me.I can barely hear the soft breath, of the pianist, The player,Drawn in by the sweet romance, Of the keys, rocking, The melody, dancing Swiftly.But it has suddenly gone sour,T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/638633/ The fan, whirring, Endlessly.The dimly lit spotlight, pointed in my direction,And i think,Why,In god's name,Am I here? But I step out, anyway, Why the hell not, and, honestly,Who wouldn't take the plungeFor the midnight show?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/636100/ Sickeningly sweet, almost repulsive Scents,Hang everywhere.Sick, of this ever going tirade,I Stop breathing,And, To my partial surprise,Die.            http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/633915/ Thinking of motherhood, we embrace,Ready for reconciliation,Regrets dwindling,But guilt enraged, unfortunately,The day ends in tears, of salty sweetness.The news was disappointing, and, The next possibility seems so far away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/633913/ You left me first, i believeNo kisses, no embraces, no smilesSilenceHatred  We have no hope, i suspectA tear is shedRegretBut no apologies Violent daydreams DistanceReputationExpectanceDisapointment Social Norms I hate youBut We ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/555204/ The Virgin Bride sitsAnd waits her turnLike a glassy eyed doll.Face upturned In disgust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/554945/ short and simple rhyme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/545520/ Yes, I fantasize about you.Your 1970's fro under the dry blue heat of the sun.Side burns plastered to your sweat ridden cheeks.Your glasses glinting from the light of my...Infatuation, to be exact.You're so.... imperfectly beautiful.Your comical brows, tangly masses of micro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/539454/ tried attempt to copy the style of a russian fairy tale i read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/531510/ Beauty is childhood, Sparkling eyes, And small quivering lips. It is the sound of love, And taste of fear, Cold, hard, and unforgettable. Beauty is sharp and stinging, Deadly, and delicious, Ringing in the emptiness of clean white rooms.Bold and sweet, It flu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/530519/ Bloody rags.Mumbling smiles. Soapy storms tumble,Spitting tilted babiesInto tortured times. Seize silent nightsOf naked navels,Nuturning nocturnal nuisances. Yield to yellows yearsAnd pairs of posing persons,Robbing and rapingRoyal roads of time. P.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/523056/ There is no sound for the sweltering sun on sandBeating backThe spirit of the desert.No beat no heart.The desert lizarddead, red, hot.Squeeze the water out of water.Blind the sun.The spirit of the desert has no mercy.No beat no heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/513824/ Maybe if she spoke a little more,i would know who she is. But she stands uncomfortably,with jutting bones,and leftover hair, stealing words that are not hers.Mayber if she looked at me,i would know what she was thinking.But her eyes are locked shut,and unkind, sunken into her head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/513823/ I would write about the trees and bees.Keys,lost in the night.If i could write.I just might,write,a story about love and fright,and the delightful ventures of mice, scurrying in forgotten pipes.If my words were ripe,i would write about the smoldering of cigarettes in the de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/513822/ my take on the deep sea tale. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/powdercakes/513821/