http://slow.writerscafe.org/Piccolabeth The original writings of author piccolabeth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062879 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She traces the scaringAnd draws on the pain.Countless cities of agonyEnjoy sunrise again.She mutters quietly her own disbeliefAt her ongoing torture, her strife and her grief.Then sobs on in silence, cursing her life,And makes a swift move for the carving knife.She watches the ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616963/ How could I forget you?You're lodged into my mind.The though of joy and laughter,A love that was so kind.A man so full of wisdomWas with me through my life,Cared for me in mischiefAnd held me in my strife.Why would I forget you?Your face is in my veins.The though of your sweet se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616961/ What is this shell-shocked silence?It's voice is so profound.Inside I weep for the pain and the violence That spends its time renowned.I've strayed so far beyond my rootsThat the ground is digging into my boots.Ever pace is an endless mileAway from this submerged denial.What is t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616957/ Closer to the edgeI am flying.To whom it concernsI feel like I'm dying.A razor blade sharpens,Slices so deep.Of all of the memoriesWhich do I keep?In vain I'm reachingFor the end,Waiting for something-Someone - to attend.A will so strong,But what does it seek?A viol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616955/ Sweet child,My thoughts lie alone with you.Every second of every minute,Of every hour of every dayAlone with you.Sweet child, I paint a portrait of you.With every stroke of every brush,Of every paint of every colourA portrait of you.Sweet child, You grow inside of me.Ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616951/ Don't quite understand the shame,But here it comes, here it comes again.Sure enough it hits the mark,It chews and gnaws - a biting remark.Are you hurting me? Am I hurting?The pain, it only seems to be flirting.Sure enough the smooth talk wins,And so again, again it begins.My ears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616947/ Sugar-filled teardrops run down my cheek,Falling so heavy they make me feel weak.I wipe them away with the back of my hand,But they stick, without fear, like a footprint to sand.I should taste the sweetness that sits on my lips,Instead only bitterness, like fat in my hips.My tongue spi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616360/ Sobriety, sobriety,God damn you damn sobriety -You f*****g b*****d,You f*****g liar!You rip me of my dignity And strip me of my fire.Sobriety, sobriety,God damn you damn sobriety. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616356/ When did all the fun seep From the friend I knew so well?Those proud eyes and those brown eyesThat I thought I knew so wellWhat happened to the friend I held so dear inside my heart?Did the mean crawl deep inside of himAnd tear us both apart?I'm sad inside this shell of mine -My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616354/ Now words can speakOf the tears I shall weep When my Flutterby hatches,When she grasps and recapturesThe smile she has to seek.No words can tell Of the tears that so fellWhen my caterpillar saidThat a cocoon awaited For her to find and to love, and in dwell.No words can expre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616351/ So rare, it seems, I find the timeTo sit alone with my thoughts.Perhaps for fear that things have changed And that my turmoils are keen to cavortWith the pain and the tears that used to haunt me,Or the unfaithful past which seems to taunt me.Instead I sit alone, safe with distractions,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616348/ And so your sweet princessHas found her place in the sun,Sailing away from you Before her time had come.In silence her ship Sweeps along in the waves,Finding its wayOn the path that life paves.Though her parting has left you With tears on your soul,And you feel like your circ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616345/ Ashamedly I sit through thisAnd feel like I'm alright,But in my head I know I'm not,So I wait for it to bite...That punching in my temples,The gnawI got of denial -The little men inside my mind,They're waiting all the whileTo pick up all their tiny toolsAnd bore into my brain -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616339/ shall I tell you a story?Shall I tell you a tale?Of the heart-break and fury,Of my search for the Grail? Of the time that I sat,Collapsed on your floor - Of all of the timesThat I needed you more...More than the being Who held me so tight.My eyes were not seeing That this is YO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1616336/ Even the moon Has trouble sleeping.Blinking through the day sky -A white mountain with its beacon.This timeless danceIf invaded territoryFloats on by Without you noticing.Even the starsHave issues blinking.Shaded by the street light - A dull shine with its cap on.This s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613868/ There you stand my beautiful lady,Surrounded by a statue of radiance and light.Blue ribbons flowing around your sweet aura,Leaving trails of tears in their path.In the moonlight you come to me,With smiling stars blinking in your wake.White mists floating around your elation,Leaving p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613864/ I sit in my solitary solitude,Knowing I've been condemnedBy my fate, by my time, by my destiny-By those things that I've been and I've done.Where lies the hope I've been hoping for?Has it died like my flame, like my friends?Did it leave with my joy, with my smile?Would it run like th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613860/ These blinkered eyesLie awake and hungry,Staring at the skies with a certain longing.Knowing they can only see The shadows of the cloudsThey gaze ashamedly,Awaiting the moons cold glare.Yet he sixth so quietly,Hidden by the pale,Shifting through the stars,Biding his own sweet t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613858/ In that fatigued waltzYou shuffle through the hall,A blank canvas to me.In that faltering paceYou shimmy to the bed,An empty page to me.With that wheezy chestYou crumple on the sheets,An unwritten song to me,With those blistered lipsYou break out a tired smile -A thousand words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613855/ An unkindness of Ravens Sour bleak through my soul.They soar with such blindness,Reaching down towards the hole -The hole to the hell of me.The hole to the core of me.The hole to the hole in me.An outraged, furious, oil-black seaWading through the mystery,The mystery in me.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613854/ what is it that I'm lacking? Is there a gulf in me?Is it so vast That I can't climb out of it? Does your sight see right downTo the abyss in the base of it? When you look at meDo you see beautyOr the vile little beastWho breeds on my rage -Who feeds in my smilesAnd leads me f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613852/ When your eyes meet my feet,When they reach the hilt of my chest,Rest on my shoulders And carve etches into my cheekbones, Do you pause for air before you find a pair Of furrowed green eyes to burrow into?Do you stop in your tracks -Wondering if the soul that you greet will lack?Lack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613836/ Sliding on in.Casually grinning from ear to ear,Slinking into darkness,Wrapping itself in sin.Smugly perching in its corner,Dressed in thinly woven gain, Watching me silent in my manoeuvres,Grinning from ear to ear.It stretches.Velvety laws, reaching for promises and platitudes.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613831/ Sitting on the edge of reason,Emotive me, logical me,Balanced, precariously -Where I have been previously.Floating, floating marvellously.Walls of air greet me -Keep me sweetlyHanging neatlyOn the edge of reason.Half my footprint tows the line -Testing me, challenging me,Te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613818/ Undoing the rhyme and the hard-earned time,Poetry flows in bows -Painting tails of yesterday And tears upon my toes.Untying the dreams and the hopes in between,Smiles turn to sin -Leaving shards of solid boneTo grow hard against my skin.Should I give in? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613815/ Beyond the realms of time we began,And began in tender ways.With souls laid out bare to the stars and the windsAnd with hearts so rare they were blue.We trod through the ripples of purple,Built waves with a river of red,Parted tides with blossoming drumrollsAnd strode through and beyon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613813/ We found a place together -A wall hung low against an arch of grass.We lolled in conversation,Averting gaze and mutual gaze,Groping in the dark for words.We swayed like flies in a wind,Forging sobriety, like a blacksmith with an anvil,Pounding through the hours with heat and sweat an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613806/ I don't think of you as I used to beforeThat's for sure, that's for sure.It's not that I don't want to find you aliveAny more, any more,But I can just give you one thought every day And no more, and no more,For the pain that it causes to bring you to mindIs a chore, it's a chore,And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613803/ I lie awake in blistered ache,Avoiding the dreams and the void in between.I stare at the air with too much care And hear the whispers beginning to breath -Luring me closer to eyes wide shut.The shutters fall and I am stuck.A planned land of bad crash-landings Ploughing into me -Whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613801/ We didn't dance togetherBut when we did it was clumsy.Our feet knocked together,Out of rhythm and awkward.We'd lose grip of each otherAnd get lost in the crowds.Plus... I was too littleTo look you in the eyeWithout over-balancing And falling sideways on my stilettos.The music was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613795/ I thought that the world was my oyster -That the fish was right thereIf I could just catch her,But she slipped through my fingers(As though they had holes in)And she swam through the brook,Through the stream to the ocean.There aren't enough fish in the sea.I thought the sky was my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613792/ This house feels like home when you're here.I keep my ear to the groundAnd before I know it you've come roundAnd my whole head's in the sand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613786/ I stare into eyes of pin-point chaos.You're there with your lost mind,Chasing endless dragons.You pick up your long swordWith the might of a thousandAnd thrust it with a knowingThat the battle is done.STILL you keep trying.I see through a body of age and defiance.You're there wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613785/ We did not linger.There was no time for us.We did not grow,Yet we grew enough.We did not sing,But music played for is.We did not dance,They danced for us.We did not blink.In a blink we were gone.We did not speak,Yet we said it all.We did not recall,I recall it all.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613779/ Every nail sinks in deepAnd binds my ankles to my feet.Cunning's crawling close to meAnd beginning for some sweet defeat.But it's not time.It's not time yet.Plead me to give me a god damn break.For the cracks in my joints Are beginning to ache.It's not time.It's not time yet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613778/ My image has altered in the mirror,Not much cleaner and not much clearer.It stares at me, not blinking much.It does not smile. I do not smile.It is me that's made the glaring changes?Not very likely and not very kindly.You've taken me, not giving much.I am not smiling. I do not smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613775/ no words to explain you but 'sunshine'.No how but to say you're the sun.How you bind and entwine in each cell of me,How I grow by the light of you.Dark days I see for you.Clouds you've defied for me.Nights you have battled for me,And returned, and returned, and returned.No words .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613772/ Well hello there Moomin,It's the first time we've met.I'm the daughter you carried,The burden you've carried -The one who's not lost yet.There's a smile on your lips Moom,I'm in the tips of your fingers.Are you happy Moom?Are you glad that we've met yet?I am glad that we've met.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613769/ These happy days are fleeing now,Not kidnapped nor detained.They melt away in a blissful thaw,Steaming apart with relief.With no bowing exits,Nor graceful farewells,Only vacuous minutes To speak of the voidThat they shall never feel.These joyous tears are weeping dry,Not pooled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613765/ WorthlessWorth lessWorthy lessWorry lessLess learntLesson learnt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613761/ 14.9.10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613760/ 1.9.'10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613756/ A stone-cold numbness hums through my soul. The weight of a thousand uncried tears sits heavily upon it, wishing that a semi-permeable membrane would spontaneously form, allowing at least a small sum of emotion to filter through. A small sum to make me feel somewhat more human than I do.I care .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613097/ If I'd known life would be so hardI'd have fought harderAnd worked harderAt not being so stubborn and hard.Pig-headed me sits every dayWondering why I decided to stay,Why I STILL decide to stay.Every f*****g day,I have chosen a choice,Hence I have no choiceBut to silence the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613095/ You're ocean deeponly waist heigh.You rest on your knees and ask me to pray -How do I know of God?How do I know of God?I've seen him beforeAnd Know of the flood.I'm floating just for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Piccolabeth/1613093/