http://slow.writerscafe.org/aprilrayne9 The original writings of author aprilrayne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776052275 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If knowing how to feel was a sentiment, it would be best spent on someone who knew how to care,and dipping into the idea of feeling abused - I feel used, and partly vulnerable and guilty, because I asked for it, I looked for it.Wild eyed and curious I stepped into the light to see what sun woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/2761740/ “You!”With topsy-turvy weightsThat pull the fairness down,We judge the past mistakesOf what we’ve done with false renown.It’s easy now to take what’s said,To turn the thick to thinAnd tend to just forget the timeBefore we fought to win.Now burdened by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1911869/ Ripened with the smell of lavender I find myself surrendered in your lust.I bend quite easily at the hint of heartbreak.I am very quick to sway my tongue.With the force of fingers feeling aptitude I eased my body to your will;Erased that part of me denying desire,Lulled it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1845225/ look up, youto see an unobtrusive viewslide up, and turn your backthe shadows that enclose around youthey love youthey need youthey find the cruelest niche and find you supple as the sunthey light youand you will not rundespair me, youtwist and turn your pain give me, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1744173/ Us.A half-life lived on you and me -- and an empty promise.We wrote a book in a year.As I read thepages now, I burn them, Hope to never see those words again. While you lowered your neck, and lips, to those that stood flat-footedI stood on tipped-toes, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1702317/ Trading love like it was currency for a place to stay;The name on the door is not yours.A crafted gentleman to serve, do you extend your hand,Or, is it just your ears? Like two pretty spectacles of symmetry, burdened on the head of a beautifulenchanter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1638416/ Defining acts of love andrich emotionCarried in an urn to yourbeck and callYou usher in the weight ofmy abilitiesOr lack thereof,Kindly coating the tip ofpoison with a gentle taste,A gentle smell,A deep intoxication ofyour understan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1632807/ Fond thoughts find theirway, But it’s the bad ones thatseep through and have it. Carrying out lust like it’sa delivery, You sell your attractionso shortPacking a tool too hard toswallowCouldn’t believe you if Itried.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1631347/ Persistence is a virtue for the bleeding hearts of thewicked.Fostered by an undiluted love. The wretched pour their souls out to you, stretched andsplayed. A mollycoddle saved. Intention lacks the sharpest luster.Decision is weak. Your burden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1606934/ Writhing, with thickanticipationFor the beat ofrelentless blood.In a chasm ofemptinessA flood of emotioncurtails the vertex of my abandonment.Whilst seeming tofeel you forget to show Your words can speaklouder than your actions.When action causesre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1592035/ Crooked against the globe, a lean-to Like the shoulder of a forlorn friendAnd the shoreline of an empty seaStood vanquished and lonelyMy pressure pushed against your tidesAn even place to find reliefA thought to count on, but not for sale.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1579816/ I’ll go the distance, but I will not run… You see I’ve ran before and I’ve fallen--The inertia of my fall didn’t hurtIt was the letting go of control;That effortless effort of being less than the effort,A Mobius of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1559218/ Pitter patter, it makes no difference... Right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1540222/ Despondent scourge --A ripping wrapping paceWhile tactile nails diverge into one heaping helping place. You wear the markso well… Rotting iron --            A steamingfreshened sod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1534641/ A little randomness I wrote, thinking about Vegas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1534629/ Squeeze -- That bitter pillSo hard to swallow...Blistering back my urge to slam my nails deep,Flesh into flesh,Skin into skin,A wiser man would tell me to walk away. But I don’t, Because I don’t get to make those c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1519412/ Justice:An adequate name for an indecent purpose.You pretend to know the atmosphereBut you glide on pretentious momentumWhere the truth is blurred by fear. Absent:An imperfect glance or an undefined thought.I weighed against the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1513452/ Maybe I want to wallow with you,Maybe I want to spill some blood. That vicarious venture,The depth of your emotion,It’s intoxicating, Because I feel you, But I am not you,And I never will be. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1507356/ Pushing past daisies Filling the ground with weedsI pluck a stemHot and dirtyFeathered petalsYellowed goldAnd whispered melodiesLong forgottenBent on broken promisesI yearn for you Beneath pages and pages of atmosphe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506819/ It's a new day when the sidewalk glares in the summer    It's a blue day when the rain falls hard on the earth                    All the time you wrought.                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506343/ Covered up by sheer existence my heart throbs for another day, another time, when I can cry an unheard noise throughout the tides of forever, and though forever has never been heard  I can hear it now and it screams so lonely, so sad, sobbing for ano.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506341/ Prove this as such an undying fantasy That I have wished to feel your breath Across my silken shade of satin Beneath my velvet pose And just unearthed in polished vigor My heart becomes a rose And red like blood that feeds the weak Or blue like azure skys My b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506337/ Where are the times when we'd laugh and we'dplay Hopefuland free from the tarot we lay? Designedso imperfect, yet seeing so clear,How wemake all our minds up, and knowing no fear. Where arethe moments when truth was so right,An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506333/ changes in december weather,cold onice, these fired eyes, sick andtwisted to the beat of a different kindturned acheek 'til I missed the go ahead ofme you rushed to know pay noattention fast or slow...         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506330/ as he spoiled me on broken kneemy eyes, they pleaded desperately,two thousand years, an empty cause,for he waged war and never lost come back in time, the edge has wona broken spell done up in sun the blue box .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506201/ When burning bridges burn them bright,Only blind should keep the past in sight,For bleak the day when doubt should rise; Temptation follows burdened eyes. A dare to look, a dare to take,Though heaven gives, a man must make.Then look up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506200/  Indiscretion is key in the blossom of heat ignited skinQuick to surrenderQuick to return Poised with a purpose in pleasureCite the wounded heartA casual glimpse at life's richesThe abundant flow of vesselsSpurned lust and j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506199/ "no one would've have stopped you," he said...bang my head against the wallhe turned the wheel of my emotionswith the quickness of a stall burning questions without answerstook away my gravityhe's like a puzzle missing pieceslack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506198/ notch on notchwe cut our post bed (he's a meal ticket)(he's a meal ticket) we convince our folkswe convince our friends (he's a meal ticket)(he's a meal ticket) but sometimesoh just sometimes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506194/ this ring is bearing all the weightof unadulterated loveyet still i yearn temptationfrom the things unworthy of my wicked mindcontrived in spitea fantasy i cravea selfish lack of self controldomestic life won't save .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506192/ a travesty at bestthe bitter integrity of pridethe scheming plot thickens your skinAt what point to give in? Burning desire fuels flames and scornfrosty spite withers the empty veinkindly breaking the shells i walk upon Ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506190/ scaling back attentionlike disapproving loveslowly demonstrated in a slipwhen cheek touches cheekbut heart is far from heartthis is not the way we say goodbye returning warmth for warmtha dangerous curl of tonguea dangerous embracewhile jesus gives the thumbmy godwill i release you?regarding lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506187/ squeeze... That bitter pill is hard to swallow, Blistering back my urge to slam my nails deep, Flesh into FleshSkin into SkinA wiser man would tell me to walk away,but i don't... Because I don't get to make those choicesI am born to rustI am built for burdenWith the sooth-for-say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprilrayne9/1506023/