http://slow.writerscafe.org/Blutsaugerin The original writings of author Blut Gemalt Rosen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215773 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1957446/ Diamond pins and golden bladesJust like the cuts, the happiness fadesCan't move forward- can't move backCan't stay still- control doth lackOne way or another I make myself hollowNo light to illuminate this path that i followFor though i still bleed after i fallI'm forevermore doomed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1865364/ Two black catsLoved by so fewScorned by manyFeeling ao blueCasting themselvesAway from city lightsPassing time with conversation About their past fights Two sets of eyes reflecting The pain of their pastContemplating with each otherHow long it will lastOne's eyes of go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1865363/ like a water drenched candleher flame ripped so suddenly from herthe crushing blow of the moon's wavering voiceas the sun sobbed the inevitable  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1819220/ Last night there were two dissect -ees One was a grey and white cat two guys found.. another was a dark haired female, late teens maybe? They were both still alive and not even bleeding split from throat down. they both could be layed open like a dissected frog but no organs were messed with o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1786910/ "Why are you wasting your time on such a thing?" The voice seemed distant "Are you even listening, Elisabeth? ELISABETH!" She was jolted up by ice water splashed onto her face by her own mother. "Wasting time! Per usual. Why don't you go and try to find a weekend job like the rest of the teenagers y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1779407/ It was a rough night and Lizzie refused to talk to anyone. Sometime between checking on her, she broke out part of her hidden liquor stash that they could never seem to find and passed out about five am."We should probably keep her home today." Reven suggests."Probably... " Adriella agrees. "Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1779406/ "OH MY GOD- WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!" Her two roommates tackle her to the floor. She forgot she left a note this time and walked right into two already mourning friends. "Don't ever do that again Lizzie!" Though half her size, Reven was smothering her in a hug and didn't want to let go."Elizab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1779403/ She didn't know what to do. She felt herself breaking and crumbling, she didn't feel the same. She sat on the railroad tracks, back towards the train. The blow of the whistle made jer heart race as the tracks started to rumble, and the sound of the engine roared forth. It was the first time she had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1779402/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1779399/ onetwoit's just a fewthreefourcan't close this doorfivesixhearts in the mixseveneighti think it's too lateninetenwish for the endeleventwelvetoo far we've delvedthirteenfourteengone obscenefifteensixteencan't be cleanseventeeneighteenlost all sheennineteen twentyworthless as a penny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1770721/ She sat there waiting. Like a lost puppy who couldn't take a hint,but still hoping for the best.  It was going to be another painstakingly slow day alone. She medicated with coffee and music the best she could, but it didn't feel like it was working. Mind swirling too fast to take a nap to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1769808/ Sometimes our mindscan hold us captive in the highest towers. Thankfully-I can grow flowers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1769288/ Ingested poison.Up again to the mouth.Love cut her from the inside. Sticky red it was still trying to fly-Flooding the snow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1768769/ Dark Skies. She slipped the deepest. Finding herself a burning flower. "Why can't we live in these poisoned places? Why can't we be pink suns? I don't ever want to wake up-" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1768245/ This morning: Well. It took place in a schoolhouse, a big one. Some sort of attack happened. Me and this kid named david pretty much rally and collect brave students to fight this force off. It works somehow.I end up looking for him at the outdoor student gathering place when it's all said and o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1763782/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1750198/ That previous Thursday at two AM she woke up by the gunfire of the video her husband was watching, hoping she didn't roll over her broken phone in her sleep. "where's my phone?" She asks. "try right here" he points to the thin black box on the corner of the table. She thought nothing of it despite .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1749760/ It was one A.M. and it looked as if it was going to be a repeat of the night before. A casual conversation that would probably turn into something way too deep again. In a way she wanted it to, yet in a way she didn't, either way she definitely needed the company tonight- if even just through text... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1746773/ She was going somewhere. She was leaning against the car door staring out of the window. The sun had just set and the last coughs of light were fading from the sky to give way to a dark, cloudy, grey-blue rather fast. She didn't see a driver, whoever it was didn't seem sociable but she didn't care... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1745825/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1745824/ She sat several nights staring at her computer with music in her ears, running the scene back through her head.  What she should have done, what she shouldn't have done, and the stupidity of the shambled and awkward mess that was herself. Fearing unknown outcomes and unstable ground as she alm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1745337/ I felt brave earlier now I'm not sure if i should feel regretful about it or not. I guess I'll find out eventually if i should've kept my stupid mouth shut- or kept to myself in general or not. I don't really know what to do with myself right now.I'm quite alone with my own thoughts and the music .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1744632/ "Can I get a kiss?" He playfully holds her tight speaking softly with a pinch of a beg. She looks out of the door for a brief moment trying to think quick. He tightens his grip "Can I get a kiss?" asks again more softly. She sighs, somewhat preparing herself for the rabbit's- hole plunge she's about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1744560/ this isnt really my usual style of writing but its something experimentali really dont have an easy time expressing myselfdespite my poetry. .the other day i was put in the perfect position to spill so much that was on my mindbut i couldntand all that night it pained meand all last ni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1741531/ sitting herealone in my mindswelling fearas i start to declinei cant stand ita raging wari think i've been hitbleeding on the flooraching chestconsuming despairi'm trying my bestto even carei'm falling fastwhat do i doi can't lastuncertain i'll pull througharms screamingfor another kissslowly bleedi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1738526/ take me awayi don't want to stayin this prison that i call a heartcut off the stringsfor it no longer singsit's much too confusedand broken aparti need a sedative the thoughts are repetitiveof these feelingsi try not to showpretending i'm okayis eating me awayas the cutopens and flowswitho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1738052/ i'm just not happy and have no clue whyi should be laughing and smiling, not wanting to cry...two years ago it was such an amazing dayand i swore it would stay that way... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1733094/ I.. I'm not sure.. Where this is going...But the blood..There's not enough flowing...A little slash here..a tiny slash there...And a few on the other arm..Just to be fair...I exactly know where..this is leading...As i bite my lip..And cause more bleeding...Too many here.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731989/ i'm lost in circles of pure confusioncaught in my own self delusionfinding comfort in the walls of illusionpoking and prodding things i shouldn'tleave well enough alone? i wouldn'tbut to walk away nowi couldn'tlost in the rabbit's holewith no place to hideno crack of solaceo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731643/ and the thing you have tor e a l i z eshe will kill what shew a n t sfor fear of the unwavering p a i n inside her mind and hearth  a  u  n  t  ssomewherea l o n g   t h e   w a yone convinced she did not d e s e r v eeven at fleetingh a p p i n e s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731301/ awake to put my hoodie onand realize it smells like younot sure what to think of itand not sure what to doa heart with too many stringsgetting pulled into twohonestly not sureif i can even pull throughnever thought i'd find myselfin such a situationbut against my own rational thoughtsit is of my own.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731295/ If only my e y e s Could be as masked as my f a c eThe thingsI  w o u l d   d oWhat a d i s g r a c eA soul inS h r e d sWhat doi d o ?My heart has badd i r e c t i o n sAnd my brain w o n 't    t h i n k  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731151/ idk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731141/ i don't know where i'm goingi'm not sure where i've beennot sure if i'm pure of heartor completely wrapped in sinstep by step goes deepera hole i've come to call mineeveryone i come acrosssays it'll get better with time...it's okay they always sayeventually it will look upbut little do they knowi'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731132/ so  many  people  tethered  to  me - i  don't  know  what  to  doto tell them their rock is eroding... i don't have the heart, would you?so  many  people  i  care  about  , hanging  in  the  balance  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731129/ go ahead, use meit's all i'm really good forplease proceed to kick my ribswhile i'm lying on the floorcut off my good intentionsat both my knees and armsthe road to hell is paved with themthey do no good, but harmface contorted deep with painbut nothing swells for tearsnot even on the chopping block.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731121/ i don't know what i'm doing hereeverything is such a liei don't want to live anymorebut yet don't want to dieeveryone says they see such goldbut the real side no one seesthe wings now caked in dirt and blackthe taunters now a part of mejust like a doll, broken and scorneda mask now covers the facea .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731116/ a costume is all people seenot the real side of mea fragment is all i truly am nothing but a fake and a scambeautiful face but blackened heartwant nothing more but to departfrom inside out, slowly holloweddepression swells and blood soon followsit's only a costume, but no one can seei'll be rej.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731114/ another morning, dark as nightdepression never settled and continues it's flightcold blade calling, worse than last nightbut now i can't sleep to avoid the fightpainting a mask for all to see todayhoping the act doesn't fade awayto show on this morn, i'm again crackingthat slowly, surly, sanity's la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731093/ help me, i'm out of controlthe darkness is starting to take it's tolli want to fight but want to give inunsure of myself and what is withinhelp me, i'm losing iti'm weak, frail, and can't take the hiti'm not that strong, i'll surly fallbut i'm not sure if i care at allhelp me, i cut againsun slowly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731084/ i just can't stop, can't you see?there's just something wrong with methese actions repeated every nighttoo much of a weakling to think about the fightaddicted to blood and junkie of steelsucked into the dark euphoric appeali'm a pathetic being, and don't give a fuckmaybe i'll die- if i have any luck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731052/ one more time, lets dance againmy sharply edged, shiny friendacross the skin, a little stingsanity holding by a stringlet's dance again, just once morelet's try a little deeper than beforea ribbon, a bubble, then a drip"what's one more?" and i let myself slipjust like old times, come out to playand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1731047/ the morning's first lightis dreary, not brightand reflect's this morning's dark moodthe mirror is brokeand i'm stuck here to floatin a world that's just so unkindthe birds tweetbut it's not so sweeti've lived to see another daya morbid thoughti've never really foughtwishing i'd just fade awayday and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1730971/ i hate myself and don't know whydepression's here but i can't cryold urges itching, i must stay awayshadows are inviting and reach out to playeach day seems longer with each setting sunit's not a matter of "what has begun"it's always been, it just now growsthere's no stopping it, just making it slow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1730968/ just a scratchto render bloodnothing will matchthe euphoric floodthe urge so stronghas swelled againlike it belongsviolent separation of skinthe lover, colda sharp piece of steelleft hand to holdright arm to feela small, quick sliceand a little red ribbona slip to a viceskin not kissed, but bittena .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1730655/ a small heart, split in twoso long ago, it knew not what to dosorrow grew and it slowly embracedthoughts of loathing and death it facedfor years, alone, in black abysscompany of another it truly missedthe two sides of the heart understoodand best friends be, therefore they wouldthe years went by and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1730567/ a pretty maskfor all to seedrawn and paintedso delightfullykeep the painhushed under the ruggod forbid they knowand dope you with a drugso carry a smilein this god forsaken hellkeep it to yourselfnot a soul to tell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1730267/ just got a computer- catvhing up on past writings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1730261/ As this day comes to an endScrapes to lick and wounds to mend.A war so silent, raging on-Repeatedly from dusk till dawnI do not know how long i can take,This persistent torture till i break.If i falter and i fall.It might not take that long at all.A fragile light encasing dark... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blutsaugerin/1461795/