http://slow.writerscafe.org/lapoesieducoeur The original writings of author lapoesieducoeur en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051825 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Writing as anonymous,isn’t as easy as you’d think,for one its hard to hide yourselfand to lie until your pinkin the face, from denyingthat it’s yours to your friends, the lying.in fact anyone that knows youcan pick up on the small thingsand its only when they confrontyou, that the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388774/ Its satisfying in a way, to have my body match my heart,the pain inside reflected, inside and, now, out;I know that the mental side is worse, but it is a start,that is why I feel the need to scream and yell and shout.I know that it is thought defying, and I know I shouldn’t cut;but there .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388752/ I glance at you, staring intently at me,the disappointment warps your faceI crumble, as I see what you see.The scars, some old, some new,the blood stained canvas that is my armyou whisper gently in my ear..The calm gentle words echo in my headthe voice that promises to stay, not judgethe resounding,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388220/ What’s a bank with no money,or a clown that isn’t funny;A furnace with no coal,is like me.. with no soul.A leopard with no spots,or polka without dots;A zebra with no stripes,that’s me, after all your gripes.What’s a plane that never flies,or an owl that isn’t wise;It&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388111/ Just as the cuts begin to fade,and the pain begins to leave,you walk past, and sneer so quietly,as I look down and frown politely;and only now as you see the mess you made,the mess of my life, as I struggle to breathe.My heart, in chains, feels so constricted,my blood, however, flows unrestricted;ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388107/ A new cut for my collection,is how I see the pain;just another scar to show,what your words can do.You see, I used to be so happy,cheerful, naive, forgiving..but humans can be so cruel,that life’s not always worth living. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388105/ We sit in silenceas you wait;for me to start talking,but I can’t seem to find the wordsto explain just how I’m feeling.How can I tell youwhat I am going through;the turmoil in my head,the aching in my heart,the emptiness in my soul!Then it all starts to come outwithout pausing for breath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388103/ Alone I walk, dragging my feet,the weight of a hundred worlds on my shoulders,as I succumb to the utter madnessof the monsters inside my head.Monsters of my past and presentI try to be strong, and to continue as normal,but I can’t! I can’t continue living this lie;I refuse to give in to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388101/ I’m not the first,nor will I be the last,yet despite that,I feel so alone;like I’m the only one.That is what it does to meyou see;A feeling of isolation,a yearning to belong,someone to understand,to tell me, that I’m wrong.I used to say I never wouldand now I am a liarsee, never is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388099/ I try to act as normal,and spend ages on my hair;but I don’t have the energy to look so formal,I have no reason to careI will wear whatever’s closest,and walk slowly out the door;I need to be, to myself at least, more honest,as my feet drag along the dull, old, floorI used to be quite sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388096/ Do you remember?When we first met?or when you promised to be there?how about when I believed you,or the day you didn’t care?I still ask myself “what did I do?”after all it’s my fault, things are shaped all pear.In fact, deep down, I think I knew,that our friendship was a dare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388095/ When I cut, I am my own tattooistI dont do it to dieI cut to show myself thatsome scars are physical butmost are notI know each scar personallyI can tell you the why, where, when and how,Hundreds of stories, known only by me,I am my own librarian.I write my future, much like an authorbut it is the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388075/ “I will be fine” I saynot believing it for a secondyou give me ‘that look’I should have known you would hear the lieYou slowly roll up my sleevesand smiling sadly say you understandI lash out, screaming that nobody doesas you roll up your sleeves..and expose to me,the scars t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388074/ Put down the bladeand pick up the penThe scars will fadethe pain, who knows when..It’s hot outside,yet I wear a jumper;“I’m cold” I beg,you think “you liar”“I can’t just tell you the truthI scream at you, inside my headIf I tell, will you run awayor wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lapoesieducoeur/1388072/