http://slow.writerscafe.org/beckyflowa The original writings of author beckyflowa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024863 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An investigation of life and death and what might separate the two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2852949/ The sea’s waves were crass. Uncaring, insensitive, nescient.  “I thought they cared, but they don’t care. They can pretend to care though. When they usher around you, enclosing you, filling all the space around you, hugging you with warm currents and nurtur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2780893/ A philosophical poem about life. Is it all a series of endings once we begin? Do we look at it from a Hegelian or Heraclitic point of view? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2771431/ google searching "ways to painlessly end my life", lends me a certain relief.Like the icy air that covers the moistness on my facelike the relief of a yawn after cryingthe big words; they're comforting.met-a-bol-ic acid-o-sis, ace-ty-cyst-eineon the archaic, blue webpageblue like Panadol packag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2759076/ about the eyes of someone I love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2162044/ A poem about dealing with a broken heart that was delivered to you out of the blue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2101029/ Mon c�"ur, mon c�"ur,Je le sens ici;Dans l’eau, les arbes, le sable.C’est ici, mon amour pour tu.Avant je t’ai rencontrée,Je pouvais vous sentir,Je pouvais le sentir, l’amour.Je le vu ici,Dans cette place,J’ai vu leur f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2090730/ It's New Years Eve.You're sitting there, with borrowed skin and curly hair,I have sunk; again.You're telling me of all your woes,And I keep thinking of how ruined I will be,When you go.Those eyes look so sad,For the love we could not have,But perhaps, we will cross paths,For now, you've moved across.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2087732/ 15 years too young.Your lips attackedMine stood stunned.My wholesome heart, Lured me hereTo this place where I’d be scorned and throttled and beaten from the inside out Like a curse instructed by a wicked maid,Who casted spells to lock me away,To never forget,To smother my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2036058/ A kiss was just two mouths touching before I met you.Two loners sharing a common want, desire.Cold, wet, forced Hands not sure where they belongSo a kiss with you?(I was not expecting much) But when I entered your eyes and they plunged mine, I was in some foreign paradise.Warm, like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2036056/ A milky dream-like sky pouring into the sea, the wind,Ushering it to empty.Patterns in sand crafted by angels,Memories anchored in place.Mounds, dunes, like sculptures of the renaissance,Wind-crafted balconies.Beach to Forest,Like lovers fingers intertwined in an everlasting grip.Lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/2015411/ Light through blindsHead on the pillowShadows of treesYellowy tonesGrowing like bonesStretching as far as they canBreathing and eating and loving and being Creating, maintaining and swaying and feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1781049/ The raindrops running across the window clasping together, growing greater Velocity And disappearWatching them racePicking oneBetting it'll winBut does any one drop win? For they all become one in the endAnd gather against the rubber hold On the car Dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1766841/ Often timesI wonderI ponderI exploreBut never leaving my seatOften timesI create,initiateI makeBut it never leaves the front doorOften timesI hopeI slopeI cryBut I never get the help Often timesI stayI greyI wither But never show my moldTo others I'm v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1766840/ About an a*****e I still love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1742298/ The life of a girl born with a heart problem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1735922/ When I die,don't cry for me, scatter my ashes,in the sea,Don't make me bound,by the ways of the qround,let me be free,to float around http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1544509/ i irritate myselfso much so that i feel i want to stopstop my thoughtsstop my actionsstop my pulsestop http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1487634/ I wake up early to be bucolic,to listen to the breeze,when all souls tend to frolic,round and round their dreams.how could you sleep,when all the trees,are dancing through the glass.how could I rest,when when all the birds,are serenading me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1475158/ People who have resting b***h face will relate to this one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1474409/ Watch all of your bluesFade away like a bruiseLet your mind sail awayOn a tranquil cruise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1473281/ Walking in circlesWhen will this ever endTripped up by fearsAnd people who pretendSwallowed by the liesThreathened by the truthIm still alone in a crowded roomOf people without youBoarded up your love With things i cannot seeShattered is my heartAnd many would agreeForg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1473275/ take in nature,within each stride,don't let beauty,pass you by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1473264/ young eyes meet,and lock and gaze,the meet is sweet,and so a fire will blazethe feeling is warm and you are invited,to be enticed and get excited,you let them in and learn about them,you grow a bond that looks like a gemtime goes on and you're love for this person,becomes almost scary and worries th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1473098/ Rumaging through my mind,While I can't seem to find,A happy memory of near past,I think I found one,It didn't lastDirt that decorates the floor,I can't do this anymore,I want again to be a child,When i smiled,When life was mildI try to be positive,But in my mind it doesn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1473055/ while you're unsure,the leaves fallwhile you cry,rocks erodewhile you grieve,the earth spins http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1472850/ when will time end?what will we know?how will it stop?where will we go? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1461782/ A message to humanity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1280223/ Using nature as a realisation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1280182/ This poem is about a nature walk with a deeper meaning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beckyflowa/1277261/