http://slow.writerscafe.org/VeronicaDiMarco The original writings of author Veronica DiMarco en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078110 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A single cell moving from one space to another,A moment of awakening, a day of removal.It must have sensed a friction,That emotional tie it binds,Will be removed and never seen.A momentum of machines,Everything gone.An hour or so to encounter,Every hope disappears.With a regret to succumb for a life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1277817/ ...and you know we're Angels,...one has to live for the other to survive,...I feel your pain, the same way you feel mine....we both are susceptible to pain when we are together....or near each other....we just have to get away from each other,...to live, to be alive, to be strong..and to be just Ang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1277216/ Oh pain! Just leave me be.It pierces my heart so deep the wound I can't withstand.My conscience is like that frenzied maelstromThat wreaks the vagaries of my esteemed vengeanceI vow to you like that of a woman scornedYou whilst find the pieces that have tantamount This stinking stench you have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1277214/ His eyes called out to me,His smile took my breath away.His touch made me want him more...my body ached for him wanting to be filled...his caresses electrified every inch of me.I opened without hesitation.Like a sea embracing a diver.Destined to seek that pearl...his mouth made me moan...l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1276041/ I. Confessions of a SinnerI've lied to many people to get away from being reprimanded.Including my parents who thought I was a saint.I was a saint in their own eyes,I know I have pledged my ways......but the enticement to do the wrong was unbearably strong.I've killed vagueness with vulgarity.In whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1271200/ I look at you with despise and rage that boils from within.I spit on the ground from which you stand.You are nothing but filth.You are nothing but a sack of horseshit.You are nothing but a diminutive species that I consider lower than scum!I vomit at the mention of your very name.My acid stains the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1271179/ What is a painting?When there is no objectivity.Just a swish of mismatch colors,Depicting a still life in a frame.What is a journal?An unkempt adventure.When everything is a story,...yet no one has ever read it.What is a book?When moth and moisture spoil the pages....and the reader doesn't care,But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1271141/ I will tie you to a tree upside down and leave you to the scorching heat till sun down.I will let you bask in the sun butt-naked being chased with my four-viciously trained rottweilers and one chihuahua.I will let you swim in my pool after I let my new breed of piranhas out for a morning swim with y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1271116/ I can hear the whispers beneath the walls;Like shifting winds they toss the leaves.I can hear the water dripping from the bathroom faucet;Like a drop of rain that hit the roof tops in a slow motion.I can hear the clock ticking every second, hour after hour;Like waiting earnestly for a pleasant time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1271105/ There I stood like a tall Birch treeHanging on to my roots for dear life.You spoke of a thousand windsEverytime you open your mouth.Yet I listen with my ears closedWith my eyes wide shut.I bought a lotto ticket'Went shopping for a day.I drove a car wearing a motorcycle helmetIt would seem nice to go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1271085/ What if I left.....would you still find me?What if you found me.....would you take me home?What if I won't.....would you still explain that I have to?What if I decide not to be with you.....would you let me go? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronicaDiMarco/1271080/