http://slow.writerscafe.org/xantheft The original writings of author Alias en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004809 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You were too late to leave me brokenYou were too sweet to leave me scarredSo yet nonetheless you leave meYou keep a sweet place in my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/2037938/ I'm sorryI can't help you right nowI'm sorryI can't listen to your heartacheTruth isWe're both hanging by our fingertipsand though I see your fingers bleedingand though I hear your tears streamingIf I offer you my handI will fallButIf we shut our eyes to the drop belowmaybe we can pull ourselves up... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1983157/ Kisses taste different when you're drunkThey taste stale and sloppyLike cigarettes and beer.They don't taste like love,they taste like lowered inhibitions.Mint gum doesn't taste like love eitherit tastes like sober sex, premeditated.It tastes like an 'arrangement'.I imagine love tastes like toastor .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1983156/ To the demons in my dreams,f**k offor f**k medon't scare melove meyou are the only company I have at night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1982380/ You went on a date.I think,It's only one date,maybe it didn't even go that well.I think,maybe this means now,you're in the mood for dating.I think.you didn't bring her back,so maybe that means something.I think,you fucked me, not herso maybe that means something.I think,you asked her, not meso maybe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1982379/ We lasted as long as the bruise beside my n****e.My lonely companion in the bathroom mirror,while I waited for your renewal of its sting.I woke this morning and noticed,It was gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1960572/ You were the first to share my bedand not my bush or carthe first to snooze beside my headand hold me in your arms.The first to sit and drinkand talk from six til' two.I allowed myself to think"I feel comfortable with you"The first to yawn at morning lightand refuse to leave my side,the frosty sun t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1889865/ The poisons in my veins are yetto leave methey nestle sweetly buzzingawait their farewell bitebodies surround mesticky with sickly morning sweatsleep, hard-fought, has taken themstale breath forms clouds above us alllimbs ache and heavy headsloll carelessly on makeshift bedsthe wounds that at c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1854378/ I rather think I love you.Rather?Rather.Yes.Yes what?You too.Me what?What you said.What did I say?How you...How I love you.YesSay it, I love you...Yes, you tooI. Love. You.Right back at you.Come on say it.I rather...Yes?Think I might be...That's it,Very much...Come on,In love.With who?With you!Who i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1827630/ I love your handsfor all they doand all they're yet to holdfor all they've learnedto write, to feelTheir adventures are untoldI love each callous for all it tellsof toil that you've spentof endless hourson things you loveyour talents and intentI love each scarEach sun-kissed foldThat marked you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1792601/ I wish my poems wrote like windsThat blew straight through my penOr like pretty proseAbout some pretty roseI stopped to smell the scentBut truth be told, these poems jarThe words all snag like thornsMy page is filled With scribbles, stillI can't help writing more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1792593/ So close, I am, to being freeTo reach that immortalityof boundless youthAnd endless yearsUntouched, as yet,By 'grown up' fears.So close, I am, to reaching thatForever dream so far off atSome future placeSo often seenThat I'd forgotIt was not fantasySo close, I'm scaredWithout that dream, I'm baredTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1791635/ As soon as he was through the door,He wrapped me in his arms.With one kiss he begged for more.And though I knew it did me harm,I took him lightly by the hand,And led him quickly up the stairs.He held me tightly, told me nothings and,he coolly brushed aside my hair.Then he pulled me to the bed,Clothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1721820/ Sometimes I forgetJust getting out of bedThe little victoriesI overcame the dread.Sometimes I forgetThat today I did do wellI had something to eatThe heartache I did quellSometimes I rememberWhen my heart feels greyThat I should be proudI made it through the day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1704037/ My mind is full of you,unwanted invader.You wormed your way inOn sweet wordsand promises of sin.I want you gone,handsome parasite.I cast you from my headwith hateful wordsand angry tears shed.But you return,in a winkOr a charming smileSometimes a dreamLets you in for a while.I wish you'd seeI don't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1697178/ For Pauline. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1697175/ A remnant of you is left on my pillowAfter you've gone, it still comforts meI relish it as I relished youThe morning reminder a fragrant dew.When we embrace I am incensedIt clings familiarly to my coat and scarfYou marked me with itI belong to you and I willingly submitI was cold and you lent me you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1688262/ I hate you, you twatYou self obsessed schmuckI deserve to be treasuredYou ignorant f**k.You make me feel cheap and dirty and shitWith your selfish refusal to love and commit.You make me feel petty, pathetic and smallWhen I'm struggling and tumbling you just let me fall.You make me feel powerless and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1685075/ Today I sang and laughed with gleeBut it was not the Christmas cheerThat made me so relieved you seeIt was my own, and secret, fearAmid the singing crowds I slippedIn to a private, sacred spaceAlone - and trembling I quickly strippedAnd searched to seek my own disgrace.But what I found was that red .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1684987/ I've often wonderedwhy it is that the broken peopleprefer the nightbut now I see the comfort therein being closer to tomorrowthan to yesterday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1684286/ I let the music infuse me, it seeps into my skin and fills me with fire.First we are slow and sweetGentle kisses, soft caressesI slide my hands over my naked bodyHips, thighs, chest and neck,Lightly The breath of my touch lingersMy pale flesh makes subtle sei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1684011/ I am lost withoutMy drug of choiceThe sweet caresses Of your voice I ache for youWhen you’re not thereYour hungry lipsAnd brazen stare I yearn to feelYour lusting handsWith every touchMy need expands But you don’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1683703/ Purple blossoms flower on my skin.One by one they die and wither,Ugly yellow tinged with green,And settle, unbroken white,As if they had never been. Before the clotted blooms die outThey are happy reminders,Of drunken tumbles,Passionate fumbles,And clumsy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1683137/ I have an odd memory... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1683111/ The greatest lie is love, because I bleed for it sodesperately. Surrounded by people I am alone, I have always wanted only one.I give love freely,expectantly, I am loved and lovable.My isolation is myown,unshared with all mymany friends, unknown to all my lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1682986/ My mind is my worst enemy, a force I cannot overcome. In trying to, I give her power, and she uses it against me.But what am I, if notmy own mind? How can my antagonist be within me, when it is me? She is ever present, ever working, ever undermining.  My mind is my greates.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1682985/ A night out with close friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1682980/ “We should hide inhere for a while.” He says. It made no sense, he doesn’t need to hide,he works here.He reaches his fingers gingerly towards me and fondles my blouse. “This is so see-through.” He says smiling, gently pulling it down, I let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1682975/ Hope in a fledgling romance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1682973/ Out of bed, I watch myself in the mirror. From the corner of my eye I observe every step.It is not vanity thatmakes me look,though many think it. I look as if I were another,seeing me for thefirst time.I do not long tolook, I long to be looked at. I am not tall or beaut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1682970/ Enough said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xantheft/1682966/