http://slow.writerscafe.org/VeronikaRKL The original writings of author VeronikaRKL en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776019040 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You gave your heart to meI cannot give you mine I’m afraid I lost it Somewhere shielded, guarded, safe That cannot even be reached with time My heart is cracked, with only room for oneJust as the ocean is filled with water, I can only give what I have left to my daughter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/2901881/ Being a mother is wonderful Being a single mother is awful Filled to the brim with love Filled with a depression sinking me down to the darkest part of the ocean Smiling when my daughter smiles Smiling when the cry is stuck in my chest I can’t breathe I haven’t exhale.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/2867631/ StopHold out your hand, and place in your palm this seedWatch it grow FlourishNever think of it as a weedIn your palm lies our friendship, my care for youYou are a wonderful soul,beautiful through and throughI'll send you rain if you promise to water itOur bond is strongerNo matter your path&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/2119376/ Piece by piece I collect the breadcrumbsThey lead me to the crumbled staircase of his shattered soulI feel his sorrows on the crisp air like a breath on the back of my neckHe does not need me- for which I am grateful-As my own soul was shattered long agoDrawn to him I climb in hopes to see him whole.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/2117849/ I like to be teased, tortured and whippedNot one inch of my body he has not bitTeeth marks and popped blood vessels- head to toe-I will have to watch the places I goStaying in the cold, it's sweaters and tea"I've caught a cold" I'll tell them as I'm sweating in the heatWeeks will pass, the marks wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/2117848/ There’s a brick wall on my chestSomewhere out there is the breath I cannot catchThere’s fear bubbling in my veins My body is full of aches and pains Tear ducts so dry, only sounds escape when I cryMy skin on fire, I scratch and pry The blood runs down my throbbing thigh Raz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/2044102/ So the stream trickles on Flowing softly against the rough ridges of despair Laughter nothing more than a whisper of a breeze too quiet and simple to even cause a ripple So the stream trickles on Lost on its only path The depth holds e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/2037794/ I slept with a stranger.Foreign familiar eyes gazed upon my lips.Rough stranger hands, clenched my hips.Heavy iniquity emerged from memory- cloudy, forlorn and... heavy.Swirling- out of body- until my eyes were too tired to stay open.I felt myself leave the moment. Incomprehensible restlessness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1936928/ For my Uncle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1934976/ I don't know what this writing style is.. I just labeled it poetry but I'm not entirely sure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1853903/ She cries through her stark eyes; begging to be saved.She sips the burning whiskey to be brave.TOUCH MEShe lies beside him, her cheek resting on his bare chest following his heartbeat.FEEL MEShe downs ones more, this time she's sure.I WILL SEE MEShe can't breathe. Peace is what she needs. She's sear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1853900/ It is what it is, that's what they say to me.But is that what it's meant to be, supposed to be- Is that all it can be?The cold hard grip of being defies me.Being free, happy, alive, the dream is dying.But it is what it is, right? It is what it is meant to be. You can't change what you can't see. Jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1820165/ I don't know if this is a poem. I don't know what this is. But this is what happened to me today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1808618/ There are specific pauses I had in mind when you read this, but I just didn't know how to show them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1702712/ I don't remember writing this.. And I'm not sure if it's done. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1677162/ The pouring rain a melody, it lulls the mind to sleep.Each droplet, an added instrument, plays to the darkened clouds that weep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1677158/ Never staying in one place for more than a few monthsThey call me a runnerAlways moving forwardCautious steps only a thoughtFootsteps hasten, pounding earth My past crumbling, crashing chaosMy future constructing, captivating Stay and be destroyed by rubbleRun and be saved by the dreamRun .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1622014/ As I sat atop the old stone water towerThe sun began to fadeSlowly, ever so slowly And to only my dismayExhaustion takes them over And slowly they succumb To the tempting warm embrace Many travel to their happy place But only should they stay awakeThey'd see the truth indeed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1553733/ Torn between numbness and painDeath and life struggles for the upper hand Speechless and drowning Neither is winningAlone to fightNo one notices because it's not theirsOblivious to caringIt's not in their dictionaryRaw hands from clawing Clawing at their eyes so they'll seeThey d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1549434/ The heart sees no moral,And is clueless with time.But picks a friend regardless,One who is simply divine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1548506/ I wish I could dieLet the tide controlled by death drag me inPull me under Take my breathI can't do it myselfBut I toy with the idea of tryingIt would all go away, thenThe indescribable painThe loneliness Not even death wants me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1534215/ I'm not sure which category this falls under. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1527273/ I need to put into words what just consumed me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1523012/ This isn't necessarily a story, I don't know what it would be classified as exactly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1493157/ I am a leperUndesirable, untouchableI am a leperUsed, thrown awayI am a leperIt is not my body people avoidI am a leperIt is my gaze, my soul, my beingI am a leperIt is not blame to be put upon othersI am a leperI fear the truth in their rejectionI am a leperI close my eyes to be blindI am a leperI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1493149/ I think this is a poem, at least I hope I haven't mislabeled it. I wrote this at 11:50 pm one night, when I was unable to sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VeronikaRKL/1493143/