http://slow.writerscafe.org/lilaa The original writings of author Lilaa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033746 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem is about being in a relationship you aren't really interested in because you have feelings for someone else but you were too afraid to tell them how you felt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1941187/ When I tell you thatthere is a ghost livinginside of my body, peopletell you to run, as fast as you can to avoid being the safety net my soulneeds.When I tell she clenches onto my chest like her veryown life line, you pause, looking at me as if I was mental, in disbelief tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1730934/ If being submissive sends pleasure down my mans spine,I will be submissive for my man,If being on my knees drives theinner monsters hiding behind the shadows of innocents my man reflects, I will be on my knees for my manIf it pleases him to converge my body, I will offer him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1725317/ Memories echo throughthese beige walls ,fluorescent lights wrapping themselves in the warmth of the tiny dust particles gently and elegantly making their way across this deserted roomI am here, alone with no hands to hold, no lips to kiss and no eyes to gaze atoh h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1724110/ The first time we made love, our bodies were soheavy from all the exudepouring from each othersskin, our hands explored  each facet from angles we never knew existed.Here we are again, bothheart broken and begging to feel something, somethingwe both know we can only provide .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1723266/ Your words are like jagged edgespiercing throughmy veins as eachsyllable sinks ever so gently into thevoid of my heartYour words sitting on a park bench, ever so vague and malicious, waitingfor an innocent person to walk by,not knowing they will soon encounter&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1722154/ If you see me gazing into the night sky, eyes completely withdrawnfrom the essence around me, do not try to pull me backIf you notice engravings on my skin, do not sit there and talk to me about it, do not suggest I see a therapist.If you notice my body becoming one with it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1717209/ Your lips I still taste,your hands I stillmemorize,the way your posture sitswhen tugging me in close,every tiny detail, has been jolted into my wits like tiny needles injecting the skin of the innocenceEverything about you still  remains, the uncertainty ofour future st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1709623/ She grew into her mothers face, her hips so spherical, herskin as silky smooth as a politicians lie, her lips so voluminous and her eyes so mesmerizingSo why can't she love herself?why is it that society feels as ifthey have the audacity to sit there and pick on your flaws a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1707894/ Your name still lingersaround my throat, itchingfor my vocals to chant yourname out like you were never missing in the first place, my mind a wonderland of emotionseach emotion pushing me closerto the deadliest illness which is your love.You carried a persona, a wheelbarrow of li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1705684/ Dear my darling sister,you emerged from your seat, excitement gushing out of your soul like a volcano finally erupting after years of storing fluid in it's own body,your light hazel eyes dynamic, illuminating like a set of Christmas lights, you cannot seemto c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1704508/ People often tell methat my poetry always seems rather pessimistic,always wistful, never a shine nor a smile.Tell me, how does one relish the idea of happiness when emerging from a sleepmakes you feel like a force isholding down your soul and devouring your very own sanity.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1703391/ Writers block OP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1702444/ It has been day three and I have been powerless to write poetry,words falter about my mind like a stray caton the streets of OhioMy mind is a war zone, eachcenter picking at each other like a stack of hungry bull ants,memories congregate leaving my heart feeling fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1700411/ My body quivers as you wrap both hands around my tight waist, pulling me closer to your chest like the doings of a gaping mouth of a black holeYour hands tougher than the skin of a leather hide, your chest beating vigorously as I push awayyour sculptured anato.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1699286/ My heart throbbing against my savored chest as I embrace our love through tiny postcardsMy body desirous for your touch, yearning for your sweet embrace and hoping to catch thevery first glimpse of you as you make your way down the airport stair case. 1200 miles is nothing compar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1698814/ Tonight my love, I get rid of your cologne stainedbed-sheets that were blemished across my pillow casereminding me of our awakening on the weekends, so filledwith intoxicants rallying through our bodiesTonight my love, I get rid of the hand made letters that were so carelessly written, The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1697955/ Our bodies comminute, like drunken fists banging against a solid wallYour heavy breathing down my neckas you clutch my hips easing your enormityinto my privates, I take a deep breath as youpush deeper, securing your gripyour soft lips pressing against mine, as I clampyour shoulders, f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1697564/ For too long I have been one of the city's strays yelping for attentionno open hands to help bandagethe wounds left by those whowere meant to guard youthrough self- inflected pain,its flesh washed up by exhaustionthere are no pills to ease the pain of tomorrow, no doctor to helptreat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1697170/ I was so jaded when youwalked out of my life. I said to myself, hey It's so great to feel jovialwithout having a b*****d down my throat, holding hisknife as he curves his initials onto my flesh, claiming my veryessence to be his.I was so quick to burst a cork,and hold a part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1697068/ I watched you as your finger tips circled the base of the liquor bottle.Our drunken tongues argued ourselves sober, standing in a naked parking lotwith only a shimmering street light hovering over us. As irony made the air so thin and tragedy made breathing so bitter, we cameto the ironic and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1696657/ Thank you, but please take back the heavy scent of cologne you brushed between my bed sheets,impregnating it's worth and value.Please take back the books, the post cards,the expensive jewelry and the hand written love letter you gave to me that made your eyesopen up so wide I could se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1696341/ Truly seeing the inner ungraciousness of the man you once loved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilaa/1695824/