http://slow.writerscafe.org/whitelines The original writings of author karina y en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776086426 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You blamed me for ruining you. But ruin is something you haven't known.How would it feel to ruin you?My fingertips running down your backas I pierce through your skin,searching for the beat.If I grip on your heart and tear it out.How would it feel?That's the way I felt, on that cold concretecry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1747963/ Cry little birdy, your tears are the purified water they all drink.Breathe little birdy, you're the fire they all seek.Smile little birdy, we're all waiting for the sun.Won't you sleep little birdy, we are done having our fun.Die little birdy, we can't wait for you to go.'Cause oh little bird w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1745578/ Her eyes so gentle but her soul so rough.Beat up like a used soccer ball.Toss, toss, kicked aroundleft deep, deep in the ground.She searches for her lost lovers, begging for the same feeling.Her face cries innocence,but she's building up a rap.Her hands are soft and fragile,but their touch so v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1745574/ Her eyes, the same as my favorite cup of coffee.Or was it the dirty mud I'd always trip into on a rainy day?Her heart, the summer flowers, the winter snow.But maybe it was the painful chill of the winter in New York.Her voice, like whispers, so gentle so kind.Or was it that of an angry lover, that o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1745573/ It's more than admiration and appreciation. See its brutal humiliation when you've engaged in this made up invitation into a heart that cannot be yours. It's her brutal captivation and miscommunication.And her chest with your lungs due to her lack of consideration and constantderogat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1744142/ Quiet little girl The monsters aren't gone.They're watching through the windows,They're looking through the stars. And all your little toys they dance Like ribbons in the sky.So dark, piercing like holes in yourSkinny little bones, oozing pores. You're 3, 2, 1 you don't know how to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1707333/ An old piece of writing that was actually supposed to be part of a story decided to use a little part and tweak it into a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1706606/ an old love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1704274/ sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself during very dark times, I don't know how to feel at all, but I remember that I can't leave either. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1704272/ What do you expect from a soulone single soul.Two broken hearts and she carries both.Have you asked how she’s been breathing lately?Have you gone back to your selfish ways after leaving her on the cold harsh pavement that which resides in your lost soul.Have you visited her mind yet?The one yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1701030/ I pick up the stones I keep droppingI miss the feeling of her fingertips.They ran over my soul so slow,  I miss her sound. Her heart, the way it matched my wordsI don’t feel the edges of my soul anymore.The broken heart you left me with I’ve mended.I don’t love you a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1686913/ So stubborn not enough consideration.Words slice instead of accommodating this shaky heart,cold hands, broken lungs.Blame-game championno sympathy for your needs. And it could have hit me then, instead itstrikes me now. Not because I'm hurt, No. I can finally comprehend the words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1646552/ Sometimes I still can’t believe it.It’s strange how we used to text eachother, call eachother about everything.A stupid new joke, we just had to share; it couldn’t wait until the next time we saw eachother,which would have been soon. A day, at most. Making plans, and picturing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1594869/ Nothing has ever felt the way you do.Your skin, your smile, the loss of color in yourcheeks, the redness around those beautiful,dark lashes after you've cried.  The way you make my mind drop all of itsuseless content at the sight of your eyes.The perfect beat of your heart when I la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1489253/ Looking up at the date,I wish the time would stopfor I spend much of it thinking of you.I imagine your skin falling under my sheetsas I run my fingers up your spine.And all I can think of is your beautiful smile,and how it reflects in this dark field of sadness.I can feel you with my eyes, and see y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1489159/ I think I can love you.What we've said, what.How can I love you, do I really mean it do I really love?What do I mean when I say.I say this to you with confidencebut you won't hear me. No.You know better than to listento a mute.K.Y http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1488667/ Where do you go,when she leaves you out.Out in the coldwith nothing but the frozen barkon ice cold trees.Ready, she's giving you time to think.Waiting.She's waiting for you to show her what you really mean.There are dark holes upon your face. Her fingers cold against your skin, marking you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1488666/ Burning water,see its may be possible, but pointless.At most, it isn't hard, but there is little to it.Once the water is burned, it's gone, perished. Though its mark is left lingering on.See dark, brown insides.Burning smell, steam, smoke there is much left behind, yet nothing at all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1488664/ Like a rose you opened up to meBut I noticed not the sincerity of your petals, for I was busy bleeding in the thorns.I chose to see the parts of you that weren't meant to be seen,stuck hurting in the past, the worst.Ignored the colors and folds that made you real, what mattered most.And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1487814/ Taosim, in a few sentences. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1419449/ Inspired by a scene in the movie "Blue is the warmest color". If any of you guys watched it, try and figure out which scene this is from. If you haven't watched it, I say you're missing out! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1415372/ I wrote this more out of disappointment and confusion more than anger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1414338/ Free verse about someone special to me who is still lost in the darkness of her former love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1413981/ A poem dudes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1407612/ Can't explain, feelings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1263708/ Hi. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1262646/ I know you say that you don't care,and you think that you don't show itBut I say this for your own goodplease don't lie cause we both know it. You can't hide your true emotions.I don't mind that you still love her,I can tell that you're still hurting.And I've offered you my shoulderstill you ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1231886/ A poem dedicated a very important and special person in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1230184/ The colorful bands of magestical lands.They're hidden behind the dark hands.That hold your soul hostage. The hands which will guide you.They'll guide you to darkness and sorrowThey'll guide you to hell.They grip on your mind like a dark lullaby. You don't really mind.  Cause just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1226614/ Right out of my journal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1226601/ Based off of personal experience. Some people should not read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitelines/1226598/