http://slow.writerscafe.org/Christine%20S. The original writings of author Cee. Es. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776086390 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Intangible sustenance flows forthon gutsy swoons,incorporated into emotions mixture.Dabbling in chemistry,equating energy.Itself: the guinea pig.Swath the sweat from your brow.That bubbling fire goes uncouthas temperament gives wayto the irrational. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./796113/ I am empty.I see the sad and the miserableand I count myself with them,but I'm not.They have pain,but I am just empty.They cry,but I cry to be a part of something.I am nothing.And I'm sick.I know nothing.I dont feel.I have no torturous lifeto talk of,just my disgustat my mental cankersthat eat at my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./794637/ Being loved by you is a responsibility.Every pretty little blossom flowering in your heart is a leaden weight on my shoulders,An expectation hidden under each petal,The pollen, powder fine consequences.Floating on gentle swoons they impregnate the farthest reaches of that thumping organ.Can you not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./753231/ I love my junk food and theres no better way to have it than while being a couch potato.. unfortunately.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./671323/ Wont someone knock on my door?Cast a shadow on the creamy pink flowers outside my windowWhose name I’ve long forgotAs the sun peaks over the distant hills for one last minuteBefore he hands us to the darkOnly his stain remainsBefore rose turns to purplePurple to blueThen all is blackWont &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./671294/ I don’t liveAnd I don’t belongWith my head in this Magnified lensThat kaleidoscopesThis worldInto a mesh of newAnd newerAnd the small peep hole Of refusal to dieWhere I seeJust enoughTo knowI shouldn't beIn this world I don’t belongIn this time that frightens meWhere ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./671272/ I count the leaves as they fallSlowly descending on wisps of stale airDancing as they goThey know where they are goingAnd go with easeAs they kiss the groundBreathing their last breath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./671216/ Pare me Little by little As I give myself away Piece by piece Till I find myself gone And I'll let you remake me Once again in that image you desire To begin picking at my parts Obscuring my aberrationImperfections filed downTill I am raw and bare once again&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./650162/ WomanhoodStark white imagesAdorned in eleganceClad me in womanhoodIn the nightWhispering sweetlyOf wondrous thingsBut all i seeIs red http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./645595/ Blue, Red, GreenPlainSnow whites ugly sisterStuck her head in the burnerShe skipsAnd stumblesFor visions of eleganceLook elsewhereFor a laughAll eyes already find herThrough that maskShe paintsBlueRedGreenLabel her what she isBumblingRepulsiveGirl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./642728/ I lie awake thinking to myself about youYour arms no longer bind me but they are my prisonTo once be held by them again Keeps me at bay amongst the beastDenying myself from myselfStarving off for youAnd perchance your returnClimbing that tower of doubts and fearsOpening each door with your ownO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./642040/ ThirteenThirteen was supposed to be specialI waited thirteen yearsIt came and passed like any dayWhat I expected wasn't clearDisappointment wracked my bodyI cried so many tearsThirteen was supposed to make me anewBut by days end I was left to findThat I had wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./636811/ Two worlds of Night Another house, another streetAnd through their slumber do they sleepI whittle down my nerves to endsMy mind begins to twine and bendAcross the floors do I creepTense to feign at tiny peepsA pulsing heart in my chestBurns to cry of unrestA child's breath so slow and sweetReve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./614781/ Change Does No GoodChange does me no good,when it is my greatest fear.Becoming a woman,becoming an adult.Aging.Change without control, forced change,is what i fear most.And the gay celebrations of those who stand and watch on,making me anew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./612415/ Pin Cushion Little Pin Cushion on my throneHow I stab, how you groanTo pick and prod is such delightThe sight of you only enticeSlip into your fleshy bloomYour cries make such a lovely tuneOh, do I dare implore for more?You're all but writhing on the floor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./603349/ Desperate I can hear their callsI feel their eyes upon my backBurning holes into my soulMy spiritDampening my hopeThey want me to failAnd because of that I will http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./603339/ Taint You make me think blackDark thoughtsWhispered in the nightWhen all eyes are shut awayAnd ears muffled by sweet dreamsSweeping shadows comeAnd tampered innocence lean into them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./603338/ I ask you to tell me onceWhat is this world to meThe stars break upon the skySo far and untouchable Always and forever While all else seems to dim and fadeRot and corrodeAll I have is the windIts gentle brush on my cheekAnd the distant stars above http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./603337/ CagedIn deep traumatic dormancyLay spewing showers of rageStaid inside this bodyConformed into a cageThat once behold my lock and keyIll no longer beBut the monster that you nurturedDeep inside of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./603335/ Trivial OrgansI lost my love to fearAfter that my heart had fledWhether to chase after someone dearOr sink down and hide belowI can not say I want to knowI can not say I don'tPerhaps I'm satisfied with ignoranceContent to never learnWithout it I can't yearnWithout it I can't hurtAnd without it I hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./603333/ Evil AmusementIt seems the world is torn in twoSome choose me and some choose youBut as those with you may turn their backsI find that I can only laughFor in ignorance if they doThey take a step away from you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christine-S./603331/