http://slow.writerscafe.org/Angeliki The original writings of author Angeliki Largatzis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990378 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Beneath the manchineel tree my father is laid to restfor he desired to relishthe poisonous fruit the creakingbranches bore.. he beckoned me close prompting me a morselof the fleshy greenfrom eden's applehesitant and uneasy I shook my head 'no' his eyes full of greedhe dra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2820132/ Emmeline, away she wenttendrils softand a halo.. a dreadful ascendfor she dreamt a lullabyin her cot of storks in flightdelighted.. she caught a magpie in her graspit explained to her in a hushin something of a rushthat freedom is fleetingin a vessel still beatingonly a chi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2789404/ Wonderland strolls, where ever shall it guide you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2770631/ Tousled tressesdangling limbsfeet suspendedarching pleasure - he grazes the fleshof her sweat clad thighs a lap of her tonguemoistens soft, plumb lips of parched ecstasy and she shuddersat the key impact of his rough palmagainst her rumpand she desiresbut the ropesthey .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2769860/ The shutters knocka slight rattling against the zephyrof the winters night,an unwelcomedbitter caress against your skinand the ravensoh, they prey on the corpses that fertilize your yard. -The bed groansunder your weight as you shiftin the discomfortof nightmares that incite .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2768563/ Dimming lightsvelvety satinsher silks a creasedrose blushed shadeand the ropesthey boundmarking anew the soft ivoryof her arms tethered -paved floorssanguine napkinsher blood a cascadedcerise tinted hueand it dripsconcealed inher silken reds,rended to her anklesconf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2766347/ Dainty feet glidepirouettingteasingbeneath the shadows of the tall, old olive tree - the secrets of the ancientthe stumbles of the young all who have shared tales beneath the caged skylamentingbellowingand it will strike the heedless soul - nimble fingers brushgraspingp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2764180/ Color me redPaint me indigo,Dye me in all the huesDampened by your blues -Stain my soulIn the ink of your black,Shade my eyes greyIn the absence of my light.Color me beigePaint me violet,Dye me in all the huesDarkened by your hate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2575356/ The gatekeeper keeps at baythe madness that resideson the other side of the gate,and the sounds to be heardare the groans that raspobscure babbles of lunacy -the gatekeeper keeps a keyrusted at its edgesa reddish brown,and it creeps and turnsuntil it clicks in reverberationsi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2483881/ The tales uttered in Silence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2176664/ I am not just a body..I have felt paingreater than these razor sharp nailsthat burrow deep into my flesh,My chains are merely wisps of silknot the anchors you think confine melike weights to this earth..I am as weightless as you are intensewith your words of abuse and heavy h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2165223/ These shadows..They crawl and they creep,Into my heartAs they eat what is left.These howls..They inch past obstacles, Up my throatAs I struggle to get them out.These traumas..They pull and they tear,Into my mindAs they replace my thoughts with filth.These faults..They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2162693/ I do not know your face, And I never hear your voice -But somewhere within my muddled dreams, You always linger. You are a part of me,Of my desiresOf my fears -I know your atmosphere,And its familiarity is unsettling.You bring my best to light,And my worst to gloom -You cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2161358/ They mock you,Calling you weak as they guide youTo the field of corpses, bloodied to the brim.This is your battle ground, my friendWhere your fate is decided Within your courage and the hands of your comrades.Draw your weapons, your deathly blowsIt is not flesh that your bullet pie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2159140/ DarkMurkySuffocating I claw my wayThrough the ground.Dawn BlindingBefore myNewborn eyesAnd so I adjust.LeavesWindScatteringAutumn airMy senses awakeningI walk onwards.Familiarities All aroundA destination I seem to knowLike a routine walkIn the park... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2152663/ Her lies are consistent Her smile is hollowBut when she wears upon her headHer crown of despairYou're in for a surprise Because she twiddles her thumbsAnd her dull eyes spark a resolution To a plan she forms within her mind.Her heart is keptFrozen in time,Out of reach Far fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2143617/ Constantly,my mind is a warzonewhere my thoughts conflictwith what my heart yearns to do,because there once was a timewhen we were filled to the brim.Erupting with childish joywe would play hopscotchto our hearts' content,or journey under the pretenseof treasure hunters -thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2142518/ I'm slipping awayNobody can seeAs I lay, tears falling.There's a shadow Where I imagine a future,Broken pieces, scatteredWhich I cannot seem to pick upThe glue long since driedMultiple times before Have I attempted To fix this broken person in the mirror,Whose smile seems fake .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2118080/ I've been searching for answers I already know, wasting my breath on truth nobody will believe. Maybe I do like to believe I'm the same I'm just like everybody else fighting back fears, my tears I wasted on false beliefs I thought was love my screams I've drowned somewhere bene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2088842/ Otherworldly..transfixed we were,the sirens' musicwithin the nightly mist.Damnation..we belonged, insanityterrordepressionthe foreboding fear -we felt them all.The sirens' music was heard,it crept into our consciousness and so we stood frigid..cold were our bodies a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2088346/ Sometimes love can be both a frightening and wonderful thing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2088231/ Trapped within time,your body is exhausted time is slippingbut you remain ignorantas your feet stay rootedto the ground of pasts' punishment..fall to your demiseit's all he wantsso that your soul is within the handsof a man who wearshis sneering grinas he tosses you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2087463/ When the sky begins to cry,I won't be here -hands joined at the sight,downcast eyes afraid to look -at the tragedy that befell a girl.The memories will resurface,the people will reminisce -the smile that was plastered upon her lips, the eyes that were brightened -that is the joy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2087020/ There is a time limitfor everythingso why..are these daggers continuously aimed at my heart?If I had the powerto do so -then I would forever stay in the momentwhere I am most at peace.Yet, the 24 hour cycle is nearly overand I will have to face itso that I can unravel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2086342/ Farewellone day,we will reunitebeneath the blossomingof the flowers that have awoken.The songs of the church bellwill ring from a place afar,we won't race towards it -no, we are happy right where we arebecause the sun is resting upon our frozen cheeks,and our souls are at pea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2086183/ I wrote this with my dad in mind, he battled with cancer for 7 years before he passed away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2085957/ This is an old poem I had written for a good friend of mine who had passed away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2085906/ Digging myself a grave,within my heartwhere all my secrets are kept..where the corruption spreads,and the numbing pain remains. Digging myself a grave,within treasured memoriesof an incomparable time..where my world felt endless,and the weightlessness remains.Digging myself a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2085696/ If love could ever be so simple, we'd never have to worry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2085421/ They walk onCloakedRottenDisfigured And jaded -Their feet leave behind no traceUpon this dirtied pathTowards their doom.They look forwardDistanceBlursRemoteAnd devoid -This desert is their groundAs they fight within themselvesThe corrupted filth,Shaded from the sunThe darkness creepsInto this d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2032326/ My special ghost,You occupy my mind -ThrashingTwistingAt my sanity,While you are unaware -That my pieces are falling.Dwelling,You remain -UntaintedPeaceful Within this spaceBetween you and I -And this thinning line.Treasured,I once was -Blissful Tears I've cried.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2018429/ These chains that bind meThey break into my skinAnd unravel its filth -Of every last disappointment And pained grimaces I'd witnessedUpon faces of my past.My sufferable pleas do not quietenBut you are there,And you look at me -The devil behind his mask.I crawl on a tightropeClinging on -In fear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2001817/ We stand alone,and we conquer -the intimidating mountains that nobody dares to climb.What are tears -when you alone scream them out?What are feelings -when you alone express them,and there is nobody to hear you out?We journey alone,and we ride -those stormy seas that will swallow us whole.What are w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/2001815/ You stood before me,Always a smile upon your face -You stood tall,My father who was loved.You lay in your coffin,Always a corpse to be glimpsed upon -You don't blink,My father who lays dead.You promised me a day,When you'd walk me down the aisle -Your arm would guide me,To meet the smiling eyes of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1975588/ Sad, past, alcoholic, family http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1960323/ I am not here,this is not me -I am holding a photograph;the face is in its youth,and that smile is full of uncertainty.This is me,you don't believe itand I believe you,you tell me it's a lieI think so too.I notice a photograph hidingbeneath the mountain of memories,curious as to what it may be -I pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1958939/ Basically, this is the dream-like state of the time before you are born. I let my imagination flow, trying to put myself into that situation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1873131/ When darkness takes a hold of you, how would you escape? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1863376/ I used to have this story inside my head, where my life was different and I belonged in a happy family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1799895/ Depression can make you feel as if you don't deserve happiness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1799886/ Within that morning abyss,  I saw an imposing figure - Shamed from guilt, She shied away. Oh, the sight I saw - A figure so small, Hunched over - A lack of senseless pride. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1708672/ The ashes, they scatteredAmongst overgrown grass,Atop of the withered flowers revival.The ashes, they carried the breezeWhat of the fire,That had once died down -Stating an abandonmentShy of words to express.Born of knowledge,A destiny accepted The earth got carried away,By ashes that knew not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1697576/ If his mind was always in a daydream, In his eyes - The awakening of a new fear, And his feet - A lack of direction. How do his eyes see anything - But his darkening soul within? How do his hands reach out, With nothing to grasp? It's a lonely road,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1660584/ An incense, burning to the touch -A moth to the flame,I was drawn.Your scent was an entiretyAn intoxicationA face that had been removed.Do you own a name?What is your existance?I can't place a single thought,Nor a single idea - To what I've faced.I'd forbidden,ForgivenAnd forgotten -The feeling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1645902/ Whispers traveled the corridors,Anxiety filled the air -And there in the corner, she layAs fine as a porcelain,With skin as cold as ice.Nobody dared to approachBut anyone could see,The pills that lay nestled -Within the palm of her hand.And in the midst of all the tension,The silence seemed to overw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1588776/ The Black Dahlia flower had inspired me, and I felt I should create an image of the flower as a sort of energy, in the form of an image stuck in one's mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1585329/ You hold a mask of betrayalAs your summer air scented bodyFeels as if it might fall, You've reminded yourself again and againThat you're no more than another face to me.You hold roses in your clenched handsAnd you told me, each petal is for every lie of mineThat you forgave,And now our lovely m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1583721/ I wrote this thinking of anyone - and especially a very good friend of mine - who has ever experienced depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1583706/ A poem that basically tells of what people don't usually look at - because sometimes, you won't believe something until you see it with your own eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angeliki/1583689/