http://slow.writerscafe.org/GaiaOctavia The original writings of author Gaia Octavia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015409 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Limericky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/3130370/ I will eat my hearton its bloody, cunning pulpit.Turn my ears to pillars of stoneand leave whispered lies no congregation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/3130325/ When I go,I'm bound to run.Tripping overeveryone.Tangled upin everything,asking questions,wondering.Lost in thoughtsdesired by none.Like a bow,left half undone.Happily,though, I'll admit:still, sometimes,I am the s**t. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2949743/ What would I do for you?What good I'd do for you:cherish you,cheer you on,fight for you.I'd do it all.Just try me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2927136/ You sing your precious lullabiesI see right through your sheep's diguise.There are no diamonds in the skyand the twinkles in your eyes are lies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2905942/ Ah, you!Dressed in the color of envy. Bent by the weight of silence.I weep for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2876415/ Often, we mirror less-than-stellar examples of love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2875197/ Hope,buried by a handful of years,will still bloomin the slightest bitof sunshine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2872435/ Fingers tracingthe buttons of your spine,wrestling tanglesfrom your hair.Chapped lips,like braille,betray my desireto ask you ifwe'll ever be strangers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2819665/ I am the differenceafter the equation(me + trauma) - years of self-medication. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2818582/ I am a relic,a testament to shatteredexpectations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2818581/ It's been so long.Do I even remember?The touch of another,tingly and frantic,and the tunnel vision-Yes.I remember everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2818506/ Open my door,see the shadowsI cast http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2818501/ This ragged beastlicks its wound:festering,putrid,ugly pride http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2816333/ Come,open-mouthed,and pour forth your silence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2816183/ There is safetyin silence,an acceptance of one's lotHope there's someoneto hear me,just once, beforeendless night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2816180/ Collecting empty shells,filling them with pitch -- with the blackness of my voidYet I wonder why,when they prick,I bleed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2798137/ Why must autumn rosesalways be forlorn?Maybe,like me,they're all dying to be reborn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2774494/ Pockmarked streets,slick with rain,collide against theridges of our feetTraversing boulevards of forgotten times,our thoughts emptiedof discretion and graceWith linked fingers,we raise our voices,and usher in an epochof our own making http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2148410/ Scattered promises,shattered dreams,rips and tearsof hopeless things.Fluid fire,hardened ice,this heart of stonea heavy price.Shifting fear,prickling need,scratching, clawing,make it bleed.Kill desire,stay at home:nothing, no one,and alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2148141/ Worry has worn me smooth. Like a drowned river stone, begging to be lifted.Still at the mercy of the current, yet going nowhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2109051/ I built a world all by myselfand painted daisies bluegave breath to life through strength and strifeand a love that's pure and true http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2103182/ Mistrust, fear, and pretty lieskeep my gaze far from your eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2100369/ Your face, etched in thevales of mymemoryYour smile,echoed in themusic of mysoulYour eyes,locked in therecess of my heartYour memory,wrapped in thepeace of mylove http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2097220/ There is a still-a moment embedded within-heavy in my heartand tattooed on my skin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2095976/ The stars all hold their tonguewhen you ask me your question,yet over all my desperate pleas,I vomit my confessionBut in this moment now,my silence speaks for meas downy snow drifts down-quiet as a refugee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2095975/ Here within the mist, where woodland creatures roam, is where my song is sung in this place I feel at home Under woven shafts of sunlight tracing shapes of warm, pressed earth, I give myself in sacrifice and witness my rebirth 'Cross the breadths of endless moors where the wild heather grows, my p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2054925/ Two soft lipsto brush your own,a beating heartto make you mine,you shapeless wraith,you haunted thing,a shifting shadowuntouched by sunEver there, you remain unseen;a pale moonbeamunder bright lightstill, at times,eyes closed and breath heldI catch a glimpse of you,like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2046512/ I always wake to find you there: a wisp of memory, soft as a palm pressed to my cheek. Your eyes - two celestial reflections polished in glistening moonlight - hold me in their solemn gaze. As our breaths mix and mingle, weaving a delicate lace in the crisp night air. The white, drifting snow settle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2045017/ Lune form http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2042456/ A tattered blanketof timeworn beliefsthe chill sinking in,no more a reliefLips turning blueafter years of disuse, as weariness growsover this self-abuseLocked in my cell,divested of more,though I am the keythat will unlock the door http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2042013/ Bent beneath this heavy heartwhile tempted ghosts do knock about,these shadows long since chased from sightreturn now, chained in Marley's plight.Doomed to wander endlesslywhen called upon by strangers' tongueswho've never heard their tortured cries,those same ones I am haunted by... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2035468/ *Trigger warning* Childhood trauma http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2031560/ Cheeks brushedby wind's palm with thoughts of youa heady balm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2031436/ All that you areand all you may losedepends solely uponwhich paths you choose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2031428/ For Edward http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2031140/ Can't you see me? Here, behind these linesof ink? Do you see? Do you recognizemy pain? My joy? Tell me. Tell me that you seea little life. A light. Something a bit likeall the others, even thoughI try like hell to remainhiddenin plain sight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2030330/ Two of the same;a mirror of passionand beauty unparalleled,as two swords parryand lithe swordsmen dance,one's leg bending to fillthe space left by the other'sjust a moment beforeFocused on the give and take,both striving to advance past the cunning feintsand goading beatsto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2029674/ Oh, unholy wickedness, you beast with clawssunk in my heartSent to deliver faithto flourish in this bitter desert,this comfortless darknessuntouched by lightBlistered by rocks and saltmeant to purify my naked soul,you lick at my wounds to flush them of this disease,this dev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2029197/ There's got to be more than thisThis gnawing gut of swallowed wordsThis withered soul of rotten thoughtsThis selfless self, lost to what once wasThis guilt and hopeless self-indulgence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2029190/ Send me your delicious liespromises of no goodbyescontempt dressed up in love's disguisecause baby, now I'm far too wiseBeen years since you've heard from mesince you agreed to let me beso why now, when I'm finally freedo you tempt me with a fantasy?I see you've been reading throughemails I used to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2020675/ Attempting Surrealist poetry for a contest. Automatic writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2013025/ Darling, our whole world is turningand the kids are getting sickof dodging bullets in their classroomswhile adults all stroke their dicks,and oh, we are lost.I hear them crying now,"Why is our baby gone?"These fiery streets make me wish this wasn't home.There was love inside this h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2012890/ Breathe in my mouth,so that I may tasteyour life and feel the warmthof your pulsing bloodthat thump, thump, thumpof your lovePlace your tongue on mine,so that I may hearyour thoughts-made known bythis wet, fleshy thingthat crack, crack, crackleof your fireLay beneat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2009491/ Washed away,the colors run,enough to chaseout everyoneSee them gooh, how they fly,none take the timeto question whyClosing eyesand blocking ears,there's no one leftto quell their fearsWatch them flee,stuff down their shame,and turn their backsto the unnamedThey'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2007537/ If I didn't give himhis very own religionwhat would've become of him?What would've been the sum of himwhen viewed with naked eyes? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2004301/ Woven with sharphollow boneby soft, supple handsWith woolen eyescarefully placingeach stitchWhat was once durablenow lies threadbare;its edges frayed in open mutinyIt is a wonder I am still here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/2001317/ With day of doomimpendingI am no longerlamentingMy anxiety'srelentingjust knowing it's allending http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/1994960/ Like water flowingover timeworn rocks,I am weatheredby the constant grind Hoping that,Like the rocks,I will be cultivatedinto something beautiful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/1987213/ Heel to toeI place them down,these weary feetupon the groundWith these stepsmy world expandsyet I find myselfwhere I began http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GaiaOctavia/1985707/