http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kala_Lynn The original writings of author Kala Benfield en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028733 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I thirst I thirst for a love like that. Yeah, just like that. I tremble at the thought A grace and a curse. I thirst With perfect hands, I still can’t grasp yoursYou know how to close doors. With my tongue submersed I thirst You wear your heart so hard My sleeves envy, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/2039297/ Bury your burdens here in my sight,here in my arms,just for tonight.I swear by the end,I'd have proven you right. Unsteadiness. weak at the knees,bow to me, Slay yourself, your heart, let it bleed.Allow me to see you're worth the greed.Let the lust swivel in & out of your veins.In-between the cu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1760913/ happy f*****g valentines day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1725634/ You convinced me not to fall,but I faltered. I instantly felt heavy,I started to sink,I began to drown.I rushed into a daze that cloudedeverything I have come to know & it all so quickly slipped away.Still holding my breath, what felt likewater filling my lungs,was nothing but a silenc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1513383/ When love is absolutely killing you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1497998/ Everyone can relate. take it as you will http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1494936/ You drag your heavy hands across my chestto solicit a sort of restriction in my airways.The skin feels scraped by the easiness in yourcalloused palms.As my body struggles to rise from a great expansionof my lungs, the fidelity our breaths share is ominous.Our exhale are those of pesti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1485985/ It would sting like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar. The wounds would then burn, and imitate that as the surface of the sun.Visiting such an internal pain such as this, leavesa certain sympathy for my future self. The blockage that with holds this thought processes&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1484750/ My skin keeps crawling like spiders on the wall.Knock me out with the bottle,Remind me not to fall.& each breath rattles like dice in my chest,Whilst the ones around me struggle to pick things up,I made such a mess.--------------------------String me like a puppet and be my puppet mast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1477869/ Its like I'm dead and buried.Now the movies aren't so scary.& i lay here thinking to myself,there has to be something else.Something worldly worth my wild.& then i think back to when i was just a child.When things were so simple. & all i had to look forward too were my daddys dimple.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1403690/ It started with the way I fell in love with your cigarettes.I could instantly feel the fire you lit it with, & all the toxins that shot into your lungs.I could taste the smoke that weaved in and around my teeth.Immediately I looked at you so poetically.The sting in our voices with cheap tal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1390571/ I've found it hard at times to breathe.like everything has escaped from my eternal being and is laying on topof my external carcass.& at times, its much more graceful.My whole life is nirvana,Transcending into different places of my conscience.  Riveting and exciting. Could you imagine a un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1366553/ A forked tongue and a peaceful mind.The idea to find the words to create this sentence;Only ever exists from a mind thatstays in the present.This poetic tongue has a certain sway that could twist a lie into a millionknots and make it a truth.To lie is a sin.To exaggerate something to make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1325613/ I smoke these cigarettes because they kiss me when you can't.I smoke this defectless smoke andtaste a kind of freedom you onlyfeel when you're above all else.I stay cold in the freezing,enthralled by the warmth of yourbody, it makes me lose feeling.I can speak in a beautiful tongueall night lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1325588/ You are beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1325215/ Raging in a no-sheet bed with our on infestation of fleas.And we roll another as if it was our last one.Nasty intents with such beautiful intent and pennyroyal teaDestined to be alone, merged together in rebellion, like sex slaves.Your the poison in the apple I eat everyday.Inevitably i die everyday.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1321679/ Let me personify this feeling for you.Allow me to make this pleasing to your voice when you say it aloud.As it aches your heart and scratches your throat.I can feel you in my veins.Pulsating from my arms to my heartto my brain.I can see hues stringing from left to right.Who knew the world .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1279136/ Bottled up like smokefloating over flamesI froze to death.In the comfort of your armsMy last words choking your breath.As the ice stopped your heart.I promised I would please you.I lusted for your caress over my delicate skin. I shivered from the cigarette smoke you blew.Fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1267038/ Your benevolences are out of control.The harder the declivity, the more muddled I become.For quite some time I wore the perfect disguise,You saw right through it,you knew what I wanted to say all along.I'm contended by the way you let me show it on my own.I've got this sickness pounding in my headI'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1255809/ peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1213737/ I have no other like you.To say the least your heartis true.My Sweetheart.Your perfections tearothers apart.Like violin stringsbeating to find their charm.Tell myself I couldn't care less,when I ask when I could put thisto rest.You thought you had mein a way you did.I realized it.I have to confess.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1208943/ I loved you with a love that was deeper than the ocean.For a little while, it was all that mattered in the simplest notions.I made them to keep boundaries,but I broke them.Guilt flooded my conscience for the night.As I pondered your existence and why it felt so right.I fell. I was falling despi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1208419/ I wanted to tie a tourniquet around your heart.I watched you die a little tonight.But it would tear us apart.I wanted you to know,how dear you are to me.I wanted to tell you my heart,but that I could not show.The poison dripping from thine heart that is withering its beats away,would be obliter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1200396/ (Beaten and bruised, But still beautiful.) She's a queen with a crown of thorns. Young and worthless. No one would care where she is or who she is with. Demons would sneak through the night trying to get to know her, but, every time she catches a glimpse of their eyes, she flees the scene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1186375/ (Beaten and also bruised) He is lovely. Torn and beautiful. All different colors of spirits prod and taunt his soul.  He was his own enemy.  His honesty was as low as the trenches in the deepest ocean. He would let others take control and do as they do. He was taken down his own .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1186292/ Who would have thought? They didn't.  It was a blissful meeting. Two completely different individuals who lived in two opposite worlds. Different personalities that eventually see the view of a different universe. Different communities. Simply and inevitably contradicting pieces of artwork fou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1185835/ .... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1185820/ How hard would it be to choose me,over something slight,in the tiniest sliver of light.In the most passionate of times.When nothing in a Seuss book would rhyme.How hard is it to create somethingpure and simple.But so easy to manipulate the complex and the cripple.Life is caniving.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1169520/ They asked how it had to be done."you get pretty used to being alone."Its over with, some things have to becomeroutine. Somethings had to stay the same.Some asked me how i managed to keep sane,during the day.I simply replied," How is one to be happy when all her peers are happy, but making one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1167854/ I never saw you coming.A sweet taste in lifea swift breeze a blowing.But run and run.No one will understandfrom here to kingdom come.Run and run for you and only youtil you see me,your biggest fan.You'll only hear what you want to hear.Just keep running til youchase your fears.Everything will b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1152531/ My Fiance is in the Army and i am currently waiting for him to come home. 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This pain in my head, throbbing. I wanted to run into a brick building. Something to knock the pain away. I was miserable. I was thinking to much.  I went downstairs to see if my father was doing his daily routine. Then I had forgotten it was three in the morning. 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Generally so the burnouts could get their fix for the day. Fifth period comes along and I roll through the thorn bushes cut with the pocket knife I never leave home without.  We finally come to the abandoned bleachers. They roll up and toke the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1010203/ THIS IS HOW I AM: Messy curls in the morning. Should I do something with it? No. Just get up and go. Green eyes that are horrifically bright. I hate them. So abnormal. So... different. My oversize vanity is where I paint my face on in the morning, Like the girls in fashion magazines d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1010174/ THIS IS HOW IT LOOKS: Burned bank down the street. Some say it was bombed by the Oak Ridge kids, some say it was just burned down. I call it a landmark. Something easy for directions like " turn left at the s**t bank. You should see me sitting on the box." 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A world she'll one day escape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/1000362/ Walk me home where the fireflies flicker.Where grass tickles and the blades blister.Let me fall under your gentle caress. And the fifth of gin puckers my kiss.You said I was hard to lay beside.I watched my stones sink & my tongue lie.Numerous times I was left behindWhen I would ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/995496/ Hushing specters leaping from one room to another.Shrieking a plea.'Be gone!'She howled.Not a wolf couldamount to such a scream.Piercing the ears of the childrenblocks down.Wrecking her own bleedingmentality.From the needles,she closes her glossy eyes.Sweating out the high.Hemorrhaging from her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kala_Lynn/994457/ Be a leader, not a follower. 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