http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dindella The original writings of author Dindella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053446 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Kisses for the maid.Kisses for the soldier.Kisses for the ones at home who's beds have been made.Kisses for the dear, dead poacher.Kisses to go around and around and left unsaved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1658658/ Take your turn on the swings,If you skip someone's turn it's sure to stingWhen they push you off your wings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1658657/ It hurts to see you so sad.The winter can't be so badIf I am here to keep you warm?But I know, your heart's a storm,And there is nothing I can do to put it to a stand.I am only your local weatherman.Predicting the tides as they go this way and that,But honestly I'm not sure what I'm trying to get at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1658656/ Breathe in, breathe out.It's not easy to shoutWhen you are holding your breatheIn anticipation for death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1658652/ A chilly embrace rubs against my shoulders,A touch so sudden it makes me pull away.If I had a heart, I'm sure it'd do wonders,But in my shrunken, stone world I'll stay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1658651/ If you had a hand to hold,You would hold it until you grew old,Because hands do not last forever.Not in any endeavor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1658650/ Rolling to the side of the moon,I embrace the warmth of the mid-afternoon,From far, far away.In the end, the time of dayMeans nothing.Nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1630979/ With a small murmur of influence,I place my lips upon your forehead,Our thoughts become confluent.Unbenounced, I have your soul behead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1630976/ With strings attached to every bendable stick,Your breathe clouds hot, heavy, and thick,Fogging up your glass visionAnd letting the outside in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1630975/ If rivers were to flow to the direction of the world instead of gravity,Some sunken heart wouldn't be living with this depravityOf grace and good and all things that one could have and hold.In a world where holding is a lot like being lost in the eternal wold,Rolling and reaching out green for miles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1630973/ Like a rose withered from the ground up,The beast laid down, shot from the heart, an abandoned pup,A dog, a disaster, left to fester in its own voidFor having held Sigmond FreudBy his all-knowing throatAnd leaving to death, a'last, afloat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1630972/ In spite of myself, I bared my teeth to the stars.Their sparkling twilight took what once was ours.And, I, a grieving fool have nothing left but to curse them.Spitting words between sharpened, glinting fangs with such sinFrom my chest to my throat, splicing my tongueIn such a way that the air around.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1630970/ Winds break through the cloudsChastising the name of soundsBeatless, it breaks like a tideHeartless, it rapidly dies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1572003/ Because I know as much as anyone if I fade away you'll keep on going,There's an ends to a means and it keeps on snowing,But you'll walk on by and you'll say your goodbyes,Because the quiet in me is what killed this country side.The fields are all weeds,The fence is sunken in reeds.I hear silence to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1572002/ I want to cut out all my feelings,Start over from the beginningOf myself.And I'm foaming at the mouth,But not at you and I don't know howTo escape the walls of this burning house.It's not your fault I break every Strand of trust you have in me,I'm the axe in your cherry treeAnd I won't lie about it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1558102/ The hardest thing I have foundIs that, no matter who is around,Is to say “Look at me, I am hurting.”You can see their eyes turning,But even sunshine gets swallowed by rain.Cold, turrets of tiny painsAll knock, knock, knocking against oneselfAnd the world we stand on.From the ocean shelve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1509829/ I don't have much to beIn this plan of Earth, so escaped to me.While I know what's out there,I'll never really know through this veil of hairCovering my face.Lining with futility my escape."If only I could cut it short,"I say with a fragrant smile,My disheveled bedhead all out of sorts.Looking in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1504737/ I’ve given the pieces away for a matter so small.A matter so very, very smallIt cripples me to know I had given it my all.And I’ll be damned: look at where it got me.Three gulps of water and six feet underneath. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1498024/ Empty space, so just let me be.Let my fear consume me.Let me fall.It doesn’t matter at all.Barely notice me as you pass me by,In this world where we are all meant to die.Why would you stay?When everyone has left?Just let me seep and decay,As that is what I do best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1498022/ Three years at least,I know so much you're here with meWherever our hearts may be.The sun descends onto the madness of this Earth,Allowing the moon and stars to revel on your birth.So they should, I feel you should know, for you shine too brightTo not be one with the stars of the night.Lost souls he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1498020/ Eons pass,Civilizations are reduced to gas.The oxygen they once breathed is coming backFrom the carbon monoxide they packed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1498016/ River, river by the seaDon't you hear my cries?River, river won't you beThe one big surprise?River, river wash my tears.River, river please.I hear the white wash in my ears,Why is all you do is tease?Oh river, river, my river, pleaseYour stride is so long,Surely you have advice for me?River, river I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1498009/ Freedom come, freedom goRisen by the falling snowSet in stone, turned to standWhere the rivers use to standFirewall blazing, drenching the soil in mud,A shame the trees have thudDown to the groundNot leaving a soundQuicksand like slick silverUnpolished, unfiled, unable to shiverIn any lightCrushed, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1498008/ I was born on a castle by the sea,A castle as big and broad as a beast,And a mouth so gaping wideIt swallowed its people,It swallowed its pride,It swallowed the world's new steeple.I'll be buried in this castle's mouth.Come and see, come and see,The empress buried by the sea.Come and see, come and b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1498007/ There are snowfields on these walls,Twenty deep and twenty tall.Tell me what's the worst of all? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1478169/ I care about a lot of people,I care about a lot of things,But the people who make my life sing are the ones I love the most.Don't mistake my beating heart,Even sunshine has levels. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1478168/ In the midst of the sun,There's not just a fool but someoneWho cannot read the time of dayAnd so in the heart of the heat they stay.Breathing softly against the necks of the boat docks,Wooly hearts all bundled up against the cold,And frozen sand being pushed by cool waves,But in the heart of the sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1478163/ If you were going to be wicked you should have picked a brighter pathTo tread your shoddy, old boots upon,But instead, you and your foolish ways, just continue to make the same assOf yourself that every other dirt-walker has done.Twisted trails of stone so worn and caked in various s**t and clay tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1478162/ I braced your heart,I braced your soul,But now it’s time to let it go.So far so good,So far too bad,Maybe tomorrow I won’t feel so sad.And if you haunt,And if you scream,I will whisper in your dreams,Or so I hope,Or so I hope.Let it go.Let it go.Let me go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1478161/ And when the road has withered,I'll find you in this blizzardFor there is no namesake I'd rather weatherThen this tower we've built togetherAnd so if the world shall fall,The stone stands ever tall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1457071/ The crumbling path is filled with thorns,No stones turned ahead can reform.Sharp tongues, twisted mouths peer from the groundsAnd dogged martyrs foam to life as angry houndsOn this path you tread alone.There's no shame in fearing the cold.Eyes look back in horror to find the world looking back with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1452862/ In a place where there are no oceans, there is no water, there is no rainTo wash the painAway.There is not a lakeTo seal my promisesNor ice for hearts to break.And in this place as dry as tearsThere is no silent fears. . .For the voice that clenchesMy silent throat is full of thanked New Years.This .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1447679/ Once I thought I was the monster under everyone's bed,The one that left scars in all their heads,But as it turns out you see,Although it took time for me,I found that monsters are just things we fear because we do not understand.So I've set off on a journey, yes, a journey, I say,To know myself, to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1443974/ In the river to the east below,Waits the ever-wafting flow,Benign malice do the waters cast,Their eerie reflections on the glass.Put your hands upon the ice,I think you'll find the cold is nice,But don't get your hopes up yet,No, don't get your hopes up yet.For to the east the river flows,On and on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1440171/ I live a very simple life on a very simple hill,Near a very simple river with a little river sill.Still I crave the simple life,But what's simpler then thisSimple little house on this simple little cliff? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1437778/ The moon is sweet against my skin,Silver light illuminating my closed pores and marinading me in sparkling tears.A bath of peace and sweat so sweet it devoids my heart of sinAnd from my lungs escapes a luminescent sigh like mirrors.I hug my arms close to my body, a delicate mummy-style, to let the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1436982/ There once was a little cottage by the sea,A sea of green,Boarded up, closed tight, nothing to be seen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1434055/ In this place so far aloneAnd what this world we’ll never goOver mountain and under firesHerded now are sheep for hiresWalk where you will with sharp tredded feetAnd know now vixen not to come to meFor I am the shepherd of the lambThat follows my heart although I’m damnedAnd become what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1433595/ Roses have fallen,Violets have died,And all that is left is the blood on your knife.You've made such a mess,All covered in red,It's no surprise I ended up dead.Your lips hold a poison,It tastes so sweet,Too bad it's as rancid as week old meat.I'd give you my vision,I'd have given it all,But you were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1428380/ The vines pressclosely to your face,Water dripping downhanging leavesAs they sag againstthe threads that hold them in place,And against your skinleaving a sudden tease. Wretched vines,weeping into the ears that allude them.Ugh, if only thestinging against the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1426720/ I braced your heart,I braced your soul,But now it’s time tolet it go.So far so good,So far too bad,Maybe tomorrow Iwon’t feel so sad. And if you haunt,And if you scream,I will whisper inyour dreams,Or so I hope,Or so I hope.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1403022/ You gave me your nameand I gave you my empire,I gave you my heartand lifted you higher,To a place you shouldnever be, never be.And I gave you myblood and you gave me your tree,But what we plantedtogether you will never see. I hope it burns your blood,I hope y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1400972/ It’s the midnightrover and it’s already over,Carry all thechildren to bed.It’s the midnightrover and it’s already over,All of the people aredead. The ghosts they cameto haunt at last,Their spirits neverfree,But they never forgetw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1396370/ No matter how much we change,My love for you will stay the same.Because you grew a flower in my heart,A bloom so sweet it can never fall apart.And if ever someone tried to make me feel ashamed,Well, I will never feel that way.Your golden petals are wrapped around my heart,A silver vine an ax could n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1393970/ I’ve never trusted anyone so much, but now you’ve goneAnd my heartbeat wilts over the telephone,Holding close to my chest is the rose of the homeThat you gave me some time ago,And when the space drops thin and my blood is weak,I’ll know inside that it wasn’t who’s teeth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1393968/ Sweet like a rose, ever you were,The soft nails of your heart were always the best,And now you pulled them out of my chest,And there's nothing else left. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1389223/ Hinder me bitter, darkly under candle lights,Claws peeling out your eyes, searching for devils and spiders and things you never knew,Oh fallen heart, how you beat on the floor,You liar, liar, chest on fire,Rotting door to door.They found your tongue in a graveyard covered in daffodils and dandelions.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1384956/ I will run away, run away, into the sun where I belongWith you and all the colors at my heels,If there were fates above the land,I know I’d beg them to understand,How I feel, how I feel when I’m with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1381791/ It’s not that I break away at all,It’s just that I fall,And in my broken ankles I crawlFor your eyes to notice, Because without your call,I couldn’t haulMyself out of bed, and I struggle todrawThese images that cloud my vision. An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1371812/ Just another repost from DA ( http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/Tired-Poem-442086134 ), so you guys can see it here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dindella/1360776/