http://slow.writerscafe.org/barefeetqueen The original writings of author BareFeet Queen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070448 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Make an imprint http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1588876/ i once wrotea suicide noteso beautiful,that reading itonce it was donemade me feellike i deserveda chance to live http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1489342/ I was never born.I was never delivered.I was painted on a canvasstained with all the memoriesI will ever make.I was scribbled on a pageburnt with all the words I will ever speak.I was coaxed from the stringsof a violin out-of-tune from playing my trembling song far too long.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1489339/ Angels come and go but the devils always stays and the devils never let me down.My chest is closing,there are mountains simultaneously forming and collapsing; it’sbeautiful and tragic.Cataclysmic. I am the catalyst that precipitates the catastrophe.I read somewhere that my name means &ldq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1489304/ Dear 1,You were a trial. You were my virgin hands seeking out something to taint them with, the sin I wanted to use to rebel against my parents at the age of fourteen. You were the first boy to kiss me, and it wasn’t with my consent. I spent the next three days thinking, “no, thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1486115/ You can tell me “not all men.”every woman knows that.But when the weight of a single mancrushes her into the mattress and extinguishes the light from her eyes,there is no statistic or trendor clever sayingthat can stop her from feeling the burn of his touchin every ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1486107/ Aphrodite, they’re screamingyour name from theswamplands.they are a ravaged race,bled dry of beauty.Aphrodite, their childrenare each born harderthan their diamond mothers.humidity runs sweat down their Pearlescent skin, their armored flesh.they are starved of love, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1485570/ little boy, with your paper-kite wingsstake your heart into the earth and bind yourselfto the promise of your father’s faith (too late; the sun is lush and warm brushing kisses all across your skin drawing your fragile heart towards the heavens and you are los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1485569/ this is me experimenting with very short poems,that shoot straight to the point yet still as beautiful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1485560/ Some momentsStop the hourglassAnd replace its sandWith reasonOf capturedAnd shimmeringEssenceSuspended like glitterIn glassAnd I feel such pausesWith clarityThis reverence and insightOf crystalAs tinyAnd traveled miraclesWith youOn our distance of starsSkipping from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1482629/ you"v earned my regret http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1482088/ this is more of a random thought than a poem.Lets call it a prose,maybe.Enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1482087/ On the shore of my dream we did not strugglewe cracked our glass eyes wide open and grew our infant scarsinto blossoming setting sunsWe knew of better things to wish upon other than shooting starsourselves,we have been missing those moments when the stars starred up at us without the world having to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1472688/ when love scars itself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/barefeetqueen/1468266/