Ciara Beth | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/LadyDauntless The original writings of author Ciara Beth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985503 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lovely Lonely Nights My headlights cuts swaths of lightThe sky is cotton stitched with silver thread Cold raises goosebumps on my armsAnd warm breath tries to chase them awayBut it's just mineWhat a night to be aloneWith the starsThe windows​ are my stereoThe rumble strips are my beatAnd my heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyDauntless/1902060/ Why Can't I Be Like Everybody Else? Why can't I be like everybody else?Because I'm not mediocre. Be cause I won't settle for the mundane.With forever to liveAnd forever to learnI can't tie myself down just yet.What is everyone else?They're happily stuck with thorns in the flesh.They parade the facade of marital bliss.They settle for t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyDauntless/1565242/ The One Who Watched Today,I helped my best friend get ready for her first date.She was beaming ear to ear as I walked her out the door.Two months ago,I watched two soulmates be united forever.Four months ago,I watched a girl say "I do" to a man she settled for.I saw them, but I gave up my chance to be them.Would I be s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyDauntless/1565240/ The Beginning of the End Based on real events. If I write it down, maybe it'll help me shut the door. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyDauntless/1346238/ For Owen I'm been meaning to do this old friend, sorry I took so long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyDauntless/1235800/ To Be Warm What I'd do to be warm.I'm electric, but it's coldthe pulse is only skin-deep. You see me during the daybut never at night. You've never seen when I shiver from the inside,the cold radiating from that pit between my ribs.You've never seen my face when it's frozenexcept for my waterfal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyDauntless/1235205/ [INSERT TITLE HERE] A rather bitter take on the recent trend of immature plebeian infatuation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyDauntless/1234378/ Black lines on Dead Trees A poem about the love of my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyDauntless/1234377/