http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kelsie%20Stark The original writings of author Kelsie Eileen Stark en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776177646 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dawnerupts from the volcanic ashes,rippingthe stitches of her blouse�"whereseven glass buttons quietly breakinher palms,suddenstruggles for peace reflect inthe hidden crevasses of a tulips pastel petals. Newskin gradually forms around th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/1195290/ Dawning  starlight in midnightmoonlightsprawledacross your figureas I lay inthe depthof a newmoon risingin the yourclouded eyes. Your lips,salty, as I dreamedyou would kiss me"cleansing  me from thesandsof acelesti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/1072072/ Just pieces of poetry collected throughout my days of regaining of inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/1050750/ Silence drips from her irises asIvy coils around her nimble limbs Like a snake, piercing into the numbness of her veins,She loses the hues of reminiscence,And falls between the folds of black and whiteFaces so cold with their hourglass’s empty of time. Confused with hearta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/845584/ The essence of her tearsFlows down his iced marrowAs he sleeps in orange and yellow leaves-They soon become dull hues faded to his skin,The memories that stick to the child he bestows withinAnd without blinking his grey marble eyes,He saw her breaking brittle bonesInto pieces of conf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/843664/  She blooms in the hues of the rose petalsHidden with the shadows of breaking day,Overlapping midnight in twisting stemsSoon to be broken beneath the finger tips of a lovers dream. The days soon be numbered by each petalFalling Into her palms-From lips sewn in secretP.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/818458/ He lives in the riverbed of God’s wristsSwelled under the bruised peeling of his might-Powerless in the crimson holy waterDrowning him in fragile shards from the past memories,So sharp within the intellectual mind of adolescence, again. He is trapped inside the veins of his be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/804565/ Child born of vines underneath theThe wine red moonPouring raspberry tears into the eyes of a Pixie appearing to earth From the womb of a doe,Silently whispering of the magic Dripping from heavens gates.Footprints scattered on the open shoreOf a new dayGrowing but to break again At midnights qui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/799374/ Ink drips from pursed lipsAs droplets of diamonds pour from her lashes,Falling into the reflection of herselfIn a tear drop lake,She drowns in the sound of a distant siren soundTurning upside down in his broken armsCrying for help when he has already let her down,Why won’t the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/779412/ Scripts of her past Burned into ashes falling In flashing photographsMemories split in two as they meet the mudOf a cold, empty fieldThe battlefield of melting crimson,Golden to the rustic fences that outline The domain of unthought-of dreamsBrought to the ground By fury and might,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/775558/ Distances fading to grey,Dimming paces on the clockAre just minutes in time Wasting away with every momentFlashing in front of her eyes,Slowly shutting out the tearsWith her sleeping wonderland. Miles of broken pieces sit aloneUnder the cold rainFalling like dust from the wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/773300/   Wind billowing through the golden peaks ofHer silhouetteChanting the song of humbling rosesAround the promise of scarlet skinUniting until day break of a moonlight serenade. Asleep in a bushel of crimson The secret of her dreams bursts into Acid raining down onto a d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/771601/ Fading with the blue moons humming breathThe grey hues of a slowing storm Dance with the adolescence of the morning dew. His twisting smile kisses her hand While they set a dance inside a drop of a falling starUnder the midnight descanting sky,A black memory invisible to the morbi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/771014/ Silently dreaming underneath the moon’s slumberA frozen lake of stopped waves Breaks into pieces of black and white confetti dreams,Falling blossoms from a snow white frameCaptured in the moonbeams cold stare,Mocking your conscience in vast movementsBut only lasting moments inside .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/764804/ Spun around a web of confinementTrapped inside the threads of a teardrop,A diamond cove of salty elementsFlowing together through the theories Of silent movements,Words of song sung quietly through the stringsOf a forestry. Strum the thunderous echo’s Through rain and wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/761752/ The Moon lies awakeIn her eyesIt gleams whileShe pours midnight stars into her Cup Where dreams stir around the Little DipperAnd quiver to the ping of the glass. Steam quickens its pace Avoiding all caves and travelsTo the heavens above in silent retreat. She wraps .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/755089/ For OT's dream contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/753306/ A single breathTaken underneath a lilacWisdom retreating within every gaspShe is free in clothes of whiteas a serene wall of daisiesEnfold unto her wrinkles and creasesMaking her a drop of dewFalling from his lashes. Silent virtue spills from her gapping fingertipsAs it drip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/750352/ Spectral girl erect Isolated with golden locksAnd claret plastered lipsHolding the firey wax Of a miasma dream,A long frame burningInto hands of distant soulsWaiting, and watchingFor the warmth of its flame. Diamond eyes glimmerInto a carnival of bird songFluttering wing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/747959/ For Selene's Contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/746068/   He sat inside a glass eyeSlowing smiling and watching the timeTick into each flick of her tongue,She counted the seconds between eachStep it took him to escapeAnd sprout out of her broken frameThat was dying with grey tones cloudingA mid night scene,Underneath was a blank.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/744896/ A careless touch will not bring back a diamond smashed beneath the earth... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/743633/                        Stinging her with bare skin againstThe bitter salty seaToes caress the broken sea shells in Honey morning h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/740111/                             “Remember. Never forget, amour”Spoken softly through whisper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/737767/ Read Authors Note http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/733838/                             Opposite mirrors sit in an empty roomShe faces them with seldom eyesSt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/732892/                       Crashing waves against frail feetAs she walks with her doubts thinlyStrapped to shoulders with tiny heartsPrinted on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/730249/                  Stirring inside precious intellectHis finger weaves lace around my Golden skin Touching me with needled fingersCarefully dotting crimson beautyonto my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/729489/                    He sits within each nightWaiting for this candle to intoxicate Each breathily dream Made from her sleepless waxy frame.His gloved hands ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/726148/                       Ribbon soaked in grey satin tied aroundInk dotted wrists burning under Lace embedded sleeves.She hears the silent ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/720597/                   Sitting in midnight lashesOn benches and stools,Countless eyes droop Down to dirty fingernailsAnd oak countertops. A tan umbrella sits a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/718891/             Aviary dangles from her nimble Outstretched fingers Pain strengthens down friable bones-From the nails digging into threadsOf dirty old boots Being brought over thin legs.  She sits .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/713034/                   Jump into their mindlessness Hearken the heartbeat from a repeating drumming noiseInside their dreaming carnival where dreams split From watering v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/711184/                             Tiny wings with tousled unicorn hairShine in the silver sun.Delicate .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/710604/                      Lost again, this time it’s for good.Where do I hide, why am I missing?Long ago, this was home but nowIt’s cold h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/708635/                             Lips sip from paper cupsThe tears from my salty sea.I grasp my sorrows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/707299/          A chilling sunsinking to dusk,Quiets the calling of silence That is dispersing into dust. A shiver of the sugared wind sprinkles treetops with sweetness,Some have not tasted Mother Nature’s pleas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/706999/          Wispy willows get taller as the hill grows longer,Brushing away dirt and tearing seams-Lifeless stitches holding together flesh and blood.Every needle sticks into thin skin, Poking away the scars little by little unti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/705064/          Bowing before a makeshift King,Knights and Princes at your feet,They play Russian Roulette with rusty memories.Trying to become powerful-“Get rid of the King!” Fragile bones break as fury is realiz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/704727/          Back in the shadows,A shade of the monster within- frozen for many years.Holding the rose of precious tear drops fallen gently on fragile petals.Black pearls sit around a strained next,Eyes of a consuming blue sea are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/703727/          Pins pierce my fingers,The blood trickles down my sleeves-Warming me with my sanity,Keeping me from seeing withinA broken heart, silent in an empty field. My hands come from rough ropes,Gasping for breath-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/700606/          The beginning pages where torn out. I pulled on my helmet, my armor was silver-Shining like a knight.My robes where draping down under my soul,Protecting all but my hope. The night climbed over day,Ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/699571/          Standing alone- The bridge is bare,Was is it, I’m so scared? My ghost haunts me,I can feel it’s scabbed hands grasp my throatAnd suffocate the truth from my gentle heart.Wriggling broken fingers,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/699485/                   Can you lie next to her and give your body,Your profound love, without fears costing you the years?It’s hard to see the past, The future will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/697477/ Swollen heart stuck in your aviary,You sit in a small flourished garden,Aroma wafting in the air-Breathe in happiness,            Let Mother Mary cease your pain. “Little Angel, take your wings and fly.Look back and se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/695532/          I caress your broken smile,I’ll hold you tight,Until you open your eyes-Knowing I’m here waitingFor your heart to beat. Love isn’t my dream,But I see you reacquiring In my sleep. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/694370/                       Ticking slowly from my heart-Loneliness is my only lover,What would love be if you could not hearYour own voice;Ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/692965/ You are my warrior,Falling again and again-Down into the darkness of my heart.Your sword is bloodied;Your heart is worn,Your faith is torn.How can I love a broken man,When there is nothing left of you? Angels shroud us as we embrace,Their wings drying my tears;Your arms .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/690839/ Rain pouring downWith a deathly Morse Code,I am deaf within myself-Honestly, I cannot rest. Here and after I shall observe my life,As a book without an ending.It confuses me to hear the shrill of my screamsWhen I learn I haveNo pity for myself. Would it kill another.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/687281/ Down a river, I float lifelessly,Walk by me, walk by me.Running up that mountain,Overcoming a problem-Is that life?Or is it fear? Dark hailing nights shade over us,Casting a shadow in the moons being-Brilliant faces are remembered,Too many mourned. We recall a war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kelsie-Stark/685355/