http://slow.writerscafe.org/wildflowerflynn The original writings of author Wildflower en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093424 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's okay to cry, baby cry out your eyes.It's okay to feel sometimes.Show me what you're like when you don't have that mask on.Why are you hiding?Falling in the shadows.Baby, you're amazing.You float so high, wanna grab you out of the sky.Why do you gotta play so much?You know you lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1262216/ The origination of his thoughts come from the world.He knows, he belongs among things much greater.He lives in a forrest of trees dripping in beautiful music.Unorganized processes that come from experiences untold.His heart aches.Physically he is within himself the definition of lonely.H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1256116/ Hobgobblers and men with jacket pockets smugly tread on streets made of pavement.A light drizzle falls from above, making splish-splash puddles in the mud.Sweaty, dirty children skip rope and laugh and laugh and laugh.Women in business suits scurry like mice to their gas guzzling cars.And, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249323/ Smack! Like a bug on your windshield at night.Insignificant.Your ribs are floating in serpant's venom.Twist, untwisted, twist, break.Ripping paper to shreds.Tap, tap, tap, thud, clap.Drumming your thumbs on your knees.Knuckles crack.Cyanide is rushing through your veins.Rivers of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249319/ Floating like a feather in a sea of slime.I pulled off my anger and put that face aside.Hell is seeping from my eyes, fire that licks like my tongue.I covered my skull with plastic and tape, something to which air could not escape.My hair is falling all around me as as I rip it from the root.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249311/ Playing tag with fireflies, devouring ladybugs.I put the sun in my pocket and killed the light.Lost, never found again.I don't live here, I live in dreamland.Everything is a whisper,Kisses are everlasting,Love is forever,Death is never.Grass is soft like feathers,Green like sick fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249310/ With eyes closed and heart yearning, I stood before the edge.Not desperate for anything but you.Jealous was I of wings, for I am merely human.Subjected to these feelings I can't describe.Plunged into this air carcass,My mind held on the ledge, but my heart pushed me.And I flew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249307/ Fix me, I'm broken.Little trinket doll,Painted on lips.There's a crack under my dress,In my bust,under my chest.I sit on my shelf,Curly hairBoustier.How much longer will I last?Sitting, waiting.Getting dusty.Never touched, I can't feel.Tiny doll, all dressed upBroken from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249305/ Ruby red lips and a picture perfect painted on smile.No flaw in complexion, plastic body uncreased.Take away your Barbie doll mask and strip you of your pride, you're nothing but a coward.No longer sublime.Nothing more than a picture in your perfect little frame.A picture's worth a thousan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249302/ No one knows loneliness like her...Loneliness that creeps up and wraps its arms around you.Pain straight from the heart, straight from the soul.No one doubts, cries, cringes, and hopes more than her...Hopes for something more, something better, something worth it.She searches for it... for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249301/ There is darkness in every lit room, where the shadows dance and secrets are kept.Tornadoes whirl and rain clouds sweep in, drowning and controlling your will.In a corner between the walls of despair, the lights does not shine, and tears stain the floor.Shades of gray promise to cool off the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249296/ I've been fingered by the devil, crumpled up like a piece of paper.A garbage tramp, a dandelion s**t.Such tainted innocence, no forgiveness...Stuck in this undeniable pit of poison from which we drink to be full of misery.Drink too much and you fall in, sink to the bottom.So, I took my bra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249292/ In the end we always become what we said we wouldn't be.Why am I so lovesick?Drunk on it, high on cloud 9.Til the thunderstorm rolls in and lightning strikes the same place twice.And everything that was impossible becomes possible.Why am I so gullible?Stuck on the same lies from when I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1249290/ Stepping so delicately out of her carriage drawn by white horses with golden horns, the princess with long black curls topped with a purple butterfly crown flowed across the lush green grass of her beautiful white kingdom. Full, red roses lined the walk to the drawgate that fell over the more filled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1246050/ Like clouds of indulgence.Pure and soft.Like a noose wrapped around,Tight and profound.Like lightning bolts.Consuming and electrifying.your lips are my bliss.Where they are I am forever lost.In a jungle of color bursts in my mind,Of butterflies with gigantic wings come to sweep me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239097/ Touch me.Grab my waist, hold onto me, clutching onto me.Lips all over me, panting on my neck.I can't breathe, but I don't need to... just need you.Move your hands all over me.You expose your bare skin to me, you're so soft.I'm touching you, I can't wait to touch you again..Take off you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239096/ It's a rush, a blunder, you smiled at me and your smile grew wings and flew out the window.Chasing smiles, the smiles that run and hide.It's more than this.the beauty of those lips forming a wonderful grin.The way it encompasses my focus.and you bite your lip driving me wild, smiling butte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239089/ In this night,This pale moonlight,With your lips on mine.It sets a fire in my mind,deep inside.How could there not be more to this? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239088/ I just don't understand.And I'm not sure if I want to.Maybe understanding would be my defeat,Being caught up in a perpetual mind game. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239087/ He has the Devil's face and a twisted tongue.He'll chew you up and spit you out.He has no boundaries, no limits, no rules.a simple kind of fool.A trickster, a joker, a wildcard on fire.His lies lick you in the face,His hands are methodically evil.He is dangerous.He is too close for c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239085/ Just a pill to make you numb, make you forget, calm you down, give you a temporary high.Just one pill, and then one more, and another til you can't see the floor.It's your life, it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks or feels or says.You deserve this, a tiny piece of bliss where you don't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239084/ He's just a good bad boy, and I'm just a good bad girl.And we live in this big bad world, and we just want to love, but we're unsure who is worthy.oh, tell me that you're worth it.Tell me I'm done searching... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239079/ The sunset over a vast lush lake doesn't compare to what I see when I look at you.The sun's last burning moments of the day, warming my face and glistening through my hair doesn't come close to the feeling of your touch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239078/ I am green eyes, but my eyes aren't green.They're his eyes that are me.. that I see.His eyes are my eyes.he is mine.And I see through his eyes, but I don't see me.I am inside, inside green eyes.Green eyes that are wide,That close and are like mirrors where I see more green eyes.But i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1239077/ imperfection is a sickness.perfection is just a word.hate is ever after.love is not a verb.blinding eyes and hushed lips.secrets caress like a bullet,quicksilver that makes rushing flesh sting.eyes never hold a gaze for long.kisses always end.eventually we fade and leave behind not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1238739/ Laying in a flutterby cloud feild.Dripping Lillies, honey dew.The wind says hello, it sings to me.Drooping willows with their long streaming bangs.th-thump goes my heart.Orchids hanging overhead.A sea of purples, blues, and grays.Deep breaths, sighs of joy.Giggling with comfort.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1238736/ Living in a kaleidoscope colors are everything.I see many faces, none of them see me.My sky is a pallet upon which a painter schemes.And I am a puppet drunk on gasoline.What's real to me is all make believe,My dreams are everything, I live amongst the beads. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1238733/ I carry this inconsistent knife behind my back,These poisonous bodies,Who's to trust?So full yet so empty,Wearing my sins like coats.This; my massacre.My flowerbeds of cast out nobodies.We yearn for things out if our grasp.No friend or foe in sight,Pure hatred,Let it ignite.Bur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1238732/ Warms the blood of the dead to see such a beautiful sight.Tiny, little babydoll, porcelain dollDancing on graves, singing in the moonlight.Barren and Pure,Pale like the snow,Exposed and beautiful.With hunger in her eyes and lips clad in red,She lays beneath a tree,Singing to the leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1238729/ I've walked on glass so long my feet are glass,But it doesn't compare to the hot coals burning through my eyesockets or the sandpaper in my lungs.If I walk too far now my feet will crack and shatter,So I sit and stare out the window through the black in my eyes.I shiver from the ice cubes in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1238726/ These legs aren't my legs, but they were lent to me.These arms aren't my arms, but they do as I say.This head, it sits and it does nothing.It's not mine, but it was lent to me.This body is all bruised up,It's cracked and it's worn.But it was given to me that way.I've rented this body f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1238725/ Mary Jane.She's your girl.You carry her in your pocket,You hold her in your hand.She's always there to comfort you,She even lulls you to sleep.Mary Jane makes you feel good,You make sure she stays around.She gets all your money,All your time,Your love.Cuz you love her.You pas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1238713/ She doesn't know if you're real.She doesn't think you're real.You don't exist but you are everything.But you're not real.She can't see you.She calls your name.You can't hear.She's just a her, a she, a girl.She doesn't see herself.She's not even real.She's a painting on the wall... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1235683/ The best love is the kind you can't put a label on.It is something you don't take for granted, but instead search for and yearn for.You can't call it yours 'cause you like to see it float so freely.But at the same time you want it so badly that you can't control yourself.It's a feather in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1233998/ Entering a zone of silence.I'll talk about anything, but this.Silence is my only weapon against the arrows being shot through my heart.I'm sorry I can't stop falling apart,But I'm not sorry 'cause I can't make it stop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1233510/ You taste sweeter than chocolate.you burn hotter than the end of this cigarette hanging from my eager lips...Waiting for another kiss.Chocolate doesn't heal a broken heart, and these cigarettes just set time apart for me to think of you.Chocolate and cigarettes are the smells on my breath, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1233309/ The two faces of you confronted me last night.One was sobbing, the other was smiling.You lied and hid from me, crawled under a rock so I couldn't see you.It's hard to know who I'm talking to when there's more than one of you.Even harder to process what is wrong with me for talking to someone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wildflowerflynn/1233155/