http://slow.writerscafe.org/OliviaOwens The original writings of author OliviaOwens en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776211347 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Swearing, he pushed them harderHis hips pounding away with all ardor.Breathless she took all of him,Almost forgetting he was only a whim.Body accepting with a wavering heart,Her final performance, a beautiful part.In a game of endurance, long and extremeHis final dance ended her with a scream.Her co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1457385/ A little poem I wrote for my mother on Mother’s Day… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1457382/ In the light of what we knowWords can be hard or light like snow.Unmerciful, callous, and daring,They can caress you or be blaring.Words are the building blocks of lifeFor they can slice you like a knife.They scar you more than you will think,And they can push you to the brink.Words �" e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1457380/ I’ve stumbled through life, never finding my wayLooked at the world through lenses of grey.The monsters I claim, from under my bedAre now nestled tight and close in my head.They whisper things and have me believeI’m not here for joy, but only to grieve.The noise in my head echoes unbroke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1457378/ You look at me and what you seeIs different from my view of me.I see a girl who doesn’t thinkShe tries enough. Not swim but sink.You see me as the greatest motherWho works her hardest, can’t be better.I see a mom who hasn’t foughtHer hardest is just not enough.You see a pretty girl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1457375/ This poem is dedicated to my stepfather. This would not have been possible without you. Here’s to you… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1457373/ Each unseen blow that brings you downTakes all your breath so you can drown.You fight and win, or so you thinkEach “win” will bring you to the brink.Hands you can’t see will urge you on,You’re smart, you feel just like a pawn.You fight and win, or so you thinkThen darkness wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1457372/ Once again the skies have darkenedOver a life that was unburdened,The darkness slowly found her victimUnrelenting in her dictum.Her grasp is strong and mercilessShe’s brave and timeless in her quest.No running, hiding, or bemoaningWill keep you safe from her embracing.She’s out for blood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1362997/ It is almost midnight. As I walk up the driveway, a light breeze rustles through the leaves of the old oak in the front yard. I stand and listen for a few minutes. It is quiet and peaceful. There is a full moon and a lone plane travels into the few clouds gracing our sky. I slowly unlock the fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1362994/ Mother's Day poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1362988/ It is morning. I am still waking up and it takes me a few minutes to realize what I really want.I decide to go for it and I reach in. I touch it and for the first time in years, I realize… I like the way it feels.It’s hard, round, and smooth.I gently close my fingers around it. It is as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1362987/ Dear Stepfather You were tall, dark, and handsome. You were change; you were a breath of fresh air. My world began anew when you gallantly walked into my life. The fog surrounding my young life lifted and the sun shone brightly once more.I was young and impressionable when you arrived. You emer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1362986/ I decided to post this in poetry, even though it is technically non-fiction, as horrifying as that may sound. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1362985/ This poem was published in a literary publication. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1362983/ Many beautiful things they sayThe heart will never see as grey.Rather than see, the heart will feel,What’s not perceived it will reveal.In love the heart firmly believes;Despite its love it also grieves.So many wear it on their sleeves,It’s vulnerable to all thieves.A loving heart will a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaOwens/1362982/