http://slow.writerscafe.org/liliacea_e The original writings of author Charlotte e.e. Griffiths en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050675 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i spit out the few teeth i lost in that fight three years ago now, in the middle of a conversationabout absolutely nothingand nobody really says anythingabout it, no oneeven hesitates. i guess i'm just sick of hoping for thingsthat don't existand expecting more;i guess .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2161889/ Charlotte Griffiths - don't ask me (please)i forget about you most days in big age of adult. things get easier like that. you don't bother me and a part of you knows i'm in another world entirely now and i don't think about missing you anymore(that's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2142112/ Charlotte Griffiths - piece of the pie everyone's still arguing their opinion and making plan to attack and i'm just smoking a cigarettewith the local drunk on a coffee break i'veoverstayed and i'm speaking my honest truth. there's not a lot to peopl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2142111/ POEM - Charlotte Griffiths - consistently cruel there's not a lot to find when you stop looking. i think you wanted me to convince you i saw only reason to stay but i didn't(still nothing butyou in my eyes)and i have to drive past the reservoir most neon nights and&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2115357/ white noise - Charlotte Griffithsthe gland in my own arm swellsuntil it is almost the size of a golf ball, the rain falls and autumn kicks slowly into cognition, only just, and all the while i watch the calls come through unanswered. sometimes the editors leave mes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2109439/ the distance we walked to find ourselves was not enough.we sit in dark alleys and burn butts down to the nub in hopes of burning our fingers and we wait in parked cars outside houses for thirty minutes, silence, before going in. there was never any hope. we tried to fool the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2092782/ the streets burn. everything burnsbut still the words won't come. i havelost every sense of significance to the firesthat took all the homes i loved, and now there is always ash; ash or ember.i am asked, daily, to put that damn lighter out, to extinguish that flame and i keep lis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2092780/ we sit afront a raging ocean, the closest I have been to home since I left it, catching sand slipped beneath bent fingers and bruised legs, catching caution, catching time. the sky above, now black, roars with the moon, the ferocity of winter burned into our skin, burned until fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2039352/ into myself, I empty an entire bottle of honesty, watch as the tap drips gently and soon oozes a thick, rich blackness, a darkness I’ve known too long now, stains the sink and rips my chest apart. I start writing and do not stop until the faucet is empty, the room silent and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2035917/ I have closed my
eyes to similar
sights and I walk
among smoked streets
I do not know in
what I hope is
the direction
of blue rivers running
wild with
will and
sunsets collided into
portraits on
canvas on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2035053/ (My newer, more realistic work. There’s so much to say in regard to this, as well as all of my poems that follow this theme, but in that largeness there is a purposeful silence I must hold for him.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/2034948/ I’m fifteen with my feet up on the desk    grabbing paper with chubby fists and wet hair.          I woke up to his message,    I’d stayed up the whole night speaking to him;            I feel my chest e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1821963/ We’re driving across the bridge back from my house and your        eyes wander across the grey water to the opening of trees and the slightly-exposed                                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1813137/ Let me welcome myself         into youLet my moments no longer present fear                                                  or shame   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1799728/ Can't the daysforget what was left Bring a further encounter with life                     Allow some kind of treatwith death?  My arms have tightened Around what has beenfo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1799726/ Missing the medication of               a midnight massacre,   The cravings of dreams farewelled my sleep,Agelessly frantic on the promise of                             &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1554019/ Demand the air from my lungs in your kiss and strangle mythroat with the warmth of your lips. You are too kind and gentle, and the filthpulsing in my veins cannot fathom the serenity of your ways. There is nopassion within a goodbye and romanticised ends meet no true love.You have swabbed my n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1534272/ The absence of feeling     dictated by the knowledge of the unknown..I inhale the tobacco of your                    welcome-homelungs, Finding the cacaesthesia of time,      mourning into the  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1519136/ Lacking of horizontal focus,    Of compassion,         Of comfort,Of the willingness to press hard enough              to condemn myself, Deliberately fornicating cravings        which collected .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1488710/ Absently captured by                    the speculation of time,My showered silence perceives,     Past the pinnacle of                       welcomed desolation,   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1488706/ Effortlessly lost in a                   wanderlust of deathMaimed by the eternal punishment of               her sisterhood   Impassive, yet painfully             &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liliacea_e/1487855/