http://slow.writerscafe.org/willowflower13 The original writings of author songstress en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065978 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short poem of an individual falling into madness, as they obsesses and destroy a girl who they believe to mirror their own inadequacies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1920736/ Leave me not, a song, a word a sigh, but a sweet memory-a summation-of dreams past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1919885/ This is a poem about a Wolf's pursuit of an innocent girl, as she slowly sends herself int a place of no return. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1919096/ September XXXXGreat news today, I found out that she likes the same things as me... Peach Snapple tea and skittles-- I saw her today at the 7eleven. This time she was wearing some cute black shorts, it hugged her tush well, teehee. I'm so weird. But, it's totally fine cuz I know she's s sweet-h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1917711/ N/A http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1917247/ It will be a story about a shadow and it's love for someone of a "pure" heart. For now it will be teen, but it may eventually become mature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1914192/ N/A http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1828528/ If a Cheshire can act without remorse, or excitement what is the point of fading in and out of existence. Being capricious never provided a dull moment, while Eyes of those who watched. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1793140/ splaying her fingers in tune with the wind, shadows slowly traverse gentle curves...and slowly the coming dawn brings with it the remnants of the interaction through the silent echoing sighs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1788643/ Imagine what it must feel to Cry and yet not be heard...Pills, and bills of recovery are issued, and still you're not heard. A poem of madness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1787818/ Helen Keller once said, I'd rather walk in the dark with a friend, than alone in the light. But, for poor ALice who is trapped in a medicinal induced dark who can she call upon to help her stand up? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1786566/ this was the original, post of Bloody mother. However, I realized that I categorized the piece as a story rather than Book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1786075/ Alice is ill, and Alice is drowning. Between her dreams, and medically induced torments she finds herself dragged between the imaginary and real worlds. reality provides her with demons... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1782775/ The gentle curves of your body, meld within me like ink in water...and I watch as you touch another...sighing...am I not enough? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1704214/ A fairy tale about what it means live life looking for love in the wrong places http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1702668/ sort of like a diary of thoughts and generalizations about life or fantasies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1702659/ this is about wanting a love that is never within reach, when words of one day or you deserve happiness are given. this is the tale of a decomposing wish fading to darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1466599/ A poem about Two people on the varying ends of the spectrum, in terms of love and hate. Perhaps, something that could remind someone what it was that they were destroying in their desperation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1393270/ This is the prologue to the take on little red riding hood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1380302/ a rendition of red ridding hood. It will be a tale that highlights the importance of the individual, and their desire. Good intentions and bad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1380301/ A poem about recognizing that the gates to childhood and naivety,are no longer something an adult can grasp. A realization that when it comes to life one either soars or sinks into nothingness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1367411/ N/A http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1349820/ This came from a song by the name of Memory of Wind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1349279/ Ruffled, cotton white, skirts dance, and I whisper soft, Dandelion like spells. Yet, still I recollect the melancholy of the violin, and the crashing of star-like tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1344382/ This is a sequel to the Maria, I love you. Sorry, for not writing a proper synopsis, I just have writer's block. However, if you end up hating it or liking it, I'll be happy either way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1310611/ Dearest let us part when the sun's luminescence returns, for deep within my newfound watery embrace, I'll never cease to kiss away, with rose petal-like lips, a yearning so deep it suffucates http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1310109/ a poem about and obsessive, that takes it's toll on the souls of a marionette and its Creator. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1309497/ those divine curves, as well as those fine ebony locks, entrap and enrapture. My fine Mona Lisa tell me why I've died a millon times over within a sea of kind antiquity. I'll die before you in rose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1309304/ Each and every single day, while the child plays, dusk and dawn became ever so nearer in their dance to rest. Yet, idle be the child's mind, his heart raced forward... toward the inevitable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1309260/ foolishly like a child, your hand reaches out seeking comfort within another...yet, there exists none. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1308996/ Tell me not with parted lips,that you love so dearly these delicate roses. Force not upon bare flesh, a cold so deep it crystalizes, and shatters delicate buds... for this was most pleasant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1308911/ Alice the delight and wonder of wonder land, with sapphire eyes, and rose lips, danced so gallantly drunk within the looking glass. Feeding, so high and uncouth on duchess's drink, and hatters touch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1308769/ In the language of fleurs, you are my withered white rose. Transient and out of reach. Yet, if I had things my way I’d show you hues of red passionate adoration… But, it seems unjust to paint you red. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1308096/ In the language of fleurs, you are my withered white rose. Transient and out of reach. Yet, if I had things my way I’d show you hues of red passionate adoration… But, it seems unjust to paint you red http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1308095/ before golden sun and silver moons, my chest bled red. To a Venus, here I lie for you, seeking the whispers which held me here. A delusion somewhere east of here which bound me by tragic love spells http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1308011/ Shortly after, tears fall gently in reverse, small porcelain hands reached upward. "Kiss me, touch me, with sweet lilac scented fingers," pleads rang. Thereupon, Cherub was decried an aberration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1307975/ Drunk off your kisses, I drown in a crimson drink ...I shatter like white porcelain upon obsidian tile.Then breaths, my breaths, become jagged. But, I don't mind. your hell was my pleasure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1307876/ Continuation of anthology of shadows."Amuse me once," she'll murmur, with emerald cat's eyes. Yet, too far gone will you be for it's the freedom of the fly, to enjoy the embrace of a widow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1307747/ This was something composed While listening to Fly me to the moon~Doris Day. It makes me think it's possible to obtain a dream out of reach. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1307403/ this was written in response to a muse I found. I wanted to capture the feeling of first love... the feeling that you need that fantasy before you, that it's yours. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1307294/ This was written with regards, to how love has been built by warmth, and ice. It's so sweet the first time, but as it fades it freezes over all that you've held dear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1307242/ This was written for my temperate muse A. I've been long bothered with thoughts of A, and because of that I find myself far too detached. If Anything, I'd love to be honest with A if given the chance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1307017/ This was written with thoughts which regard love. Every time I think about it, my mind pulls up the image of a waltz being performed. Both parties are needed to commit to creating a beauty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1306893/ Continuation of Anthology of memories: Shadows http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1306872/ This is something that questions the worth in keeping yourself isolated from reality. Is it worth throwing friends family, and life itself, so as to remain happy? And, what's the cost? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1306639/ this was made with regard to the idea of denial. It's a thing that can beautiful, yet rotten. To look within, it's easier to become ensnared within a sweet lie when faced the reality of hopelessness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1306450/ Maria represents the cruelty in one that can never say no, but continues to say yes whenever words of love are uttered... Even when she feels not the same feelings. Maria is the idyllic love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1306166/ Little boy, little boy did it feel good to hold on? Nonetheless, you slip deeper... watching as the dark fades out from white lips.you become entrapped by gold looms. did drowning you feel good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1305954/ Long before he's cried, I've watched unperturbed as he lay there ailing... He ascended to depths beyond human reach... all the while more, we smiled as the raven cawed... what happened Dearest Daniel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1305740/ This was inspired by things I saw... I will call them M, and no matter how many times they became burned by those they loved M continuously feel into the same icy shackles. But, love was M's charm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/willowflower13/1305619/