http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dark%20Promises The original writings of author Stormy Weather en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021686 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I was 15 I loved a boy with chocolate locksAnd bleeding wristsWith eyes like magic 8 ballsI was always looking into them for the answersAnswers I didn’t get until I was 16 and cryingBecause he only ever loved me when heNeeded his own love much more than I did.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1312761/ I dreamt about you again.It made me remember how much I miss your skinAnd your face was fuzzy from my fading memoryBut your voice still found a way to wrap itself around meAnd even though he is my sun and my starsYou will always be the clouds that drifted awayBefore they had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1303674/ Your mouth tastes of lonely nights and missed callsWith a hint of nicotine. After we’ve been together, I run my hands over the placesyou’ve caressed meIn a search to feel the beauty you felt when you were thereBut every time, all I feel is skin. Your name reminds me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1286768/ Make me hate myself.Take me down a couple notches.          Because ever since I met you,I’ve been higher than the clouds.Pull me off the street.Let the buses roll by.I swear I didn’t want to die,I just didn’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1240930/ Smeared lipstick on your door,I’m on my knees.He thinks I’m a princess but he’s never seen meCry. I hold on for one more day,With all my bones screaming at me.My hands are trembling and it’s just one more day,But I think I want to die, now.Mayb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1231722/ I remember back to whenThere was a stranger occupying my flesh.No one saw the foreigner in my eyesAll I could do was breathe in and out,The way I had on my first roller coaster.Every day that I told it to leave,The more it made everybody love me,And that burned me through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1216671/ We were young, we still are. We danced to the idea offiction and slunk away from reality.I always thought you were the most beautiful when you werelooking at her- Because I could see the love radiating off your face.You were never scared, and you could never tell me yourhonest deci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1177355/ She filled the whole car as she had once filled my chest.The taste of her lips had gone cold and stale.But just as she had left me alone behind the wheel thatnight,She left my heart empty and aching for her to come home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1170077/ I’m envious of those who can sleep through the ticking clock,and of the 5-year-olds who are learning how to write their names. I’m anxious for it to finally be 3 when it still is 2, andhas been for an hour. I’m terrified you’ll never know why I say the things I do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1162566/ Let mecall you Daddy.Daddy,Daddy- I never knew one. I’llhold your hand while you drink. Thesetimes are my very favorite.Watchme. Teach me. Love me.Don’tlet me go even when I stop watching you.I’mtrying, Daddy, I am.But you’rejust st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1152455/ She stood with stripes of sunlight painting her body fromthe cracks in the blinds. Her expression was that of anguish and I recognizedit as her regular morning ritual. Her reflection in the mirror showed abeautiful, slender girl; young and vibrant. Her expression showed that of an older.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1143103/ I don't want to be a word; an adjective, nor a comma.I don't want a hyphen at the end of my sentence.The lazy, blue-white gradient of the sky is what I want on my tombstone. When you think of me, I want the sunburst within a green iris to cross your mind-because that's what I always loved about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1136834/ Sky-high eyebrows and neon lights. You can’t see the rain through a painted window. No one ever asks you if you can, anyway. They assume you do.And the rouge on their cheeks keeps getting pinkerTheir laughter sounding more pretentiousBut it can’t be proven because n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1123703/ In the times of bloodshed and fear, what am I? I say my eyes are dry, my legs are strong, and that I’malways looking towards the horizon.But that can’t be true. I see calloused children and sandbag adults and it scares meBecause I am neither. I’m roaming and I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1118498/ I never wet the bed. So I pushed it down, down,down.I was always well-behaved.So I pushed it down even further.My cat scratched at the door so I kept it closed.I didn't want your face tonight. I was a good student.So I set it on fire.I was fourteen.So .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1105582/ I could talk at a million miles per hour.But my words eventually slowed.The wind blew too fast, and the trees were too gray.I knew I was changing.I’m growing upI’m maturingI’m fineI had guessed that life got to a point of plateau, and I was onmine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1101964/ I need you.I need to feel your skin-hot with naked lust as you quiverfor my touch.To see the birth of a galaxy within your sleepy eyes. I want to make the goose bumps envelop your body and swellyou to your brink. To hear your incomprehensible babbles coming from your mostforage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1100991/ She shares the sting of each teardrop and smothers withquestions.Why am I any better?  I don’t know how to answer that.I shared with you the story of my stinging memories and ItriedI strivedTo be what I’ve been waiting to become.And I was able to be, with you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1099800/ My grandmother’s garden grew wildWithin the confines of her chain-link fence.She would plant, but never weed.Grow; but never harvest. She would spend hours in her garden,Aimlessly dedicating her life. My grandmother never organized her words muchAnd soon th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1094388/ You’re going away now.The days when I was reduced to a crying lump ofa person on my bedroom floor flood back into my brain. When I waved my lastsorry, my last “I love you” away into the springy April night. The penetratingscents of Gray Flannel and eucalyptus soothed me i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1092669/ You make me fall like a glass off a counter top. Sudden andshattering.But it’s not your fault.It’s in my nature to always stand, teetering on the edge.Waiting for an excuse to jump. And then when the time comes, and I step back,I will cry and say that you'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1091524/ Your words assure me that I’m good enough,But your eyes tell me to be better.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1078323/ You speak the words of my diary,And you blossom in the sun the way I might on my best day.Even though you try to hold my tears, they still end upoverflowing. But that’s okay.The faith still remains even when I don’t see your smileOr when you’re laughing elsewh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1071149/ I love.I love the trees when the wind rustles their leaves in asymphony of whispers. I love the frothy waters that flirt with the shore.I love the little crinkle in the corners of your eyes whenyou smile.I love your bittersweet companywhen I can feel the icy smoothness of your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1070614/ Waters came and flooded the city.Everything washed away, down the drain.A flush of pink, a slab of gray, and a rotting house toremain.Tangled together in matted lumps,I watch them. The birth of a rushing river covers the ruins.It runs and froths and bubbles. Nothing it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1066838/ Here you lay, keeping the clock company.Youreyes glazed with thought.Birdschirp outside your window, cars speed by on the street outside,Andwhile you can hear every tiny sound, they go in one ear,Andout the other.Youcan feel the creaking of floorboards, and beds,And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1059704/ You love when the leaves fall around your feet,And the vibrant hum of instrumentals in music.Never-have I once-seen you cry,Though you’re not a statue.You hate your laugh and I wish I could express,How much I truly treasure it. You blend into the shelves with your quiet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1059469/ Don’t bat a lash; you cannot look in the mirror,For there is nothing left to love.Sunday morning ritual, you cannot join,I’m afraid you will burn. Wrapped up in fine fabrics,With blood ribbons around your wrists,You don’t know how to spit out your tongue... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1059074/    The way she smiled, the way her hair was always so bright, the way her lips moved when she was unsure of something; all the things that made me notice her. She wasn't the kind of person to throw herself, naked, into the middle of traffic- and I liked that about her. The way sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1055248/    I always lovedwatching Aunt Beatrice getting ready to go out. Her presence was quiteprevalent in my life, growing up. The way she’d smooth her dress down onto hersmall frame, meticulously sculpt her lips with her favorite red lipstick and(my personal favorite) the way she&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1013087/   Her face always sagged asif it was being dragged down to the floor by invisible fingers, and maybe theywere the same fingers that always draped her in obnoxiously flowery dresses, thatshrieked sunshine, in painfully loud yelps. She seemed so old and gray, despiteher youth. But, I supp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1012230/  The Mockingbird longs to sing the world alovely song, as all birds do.But, he was bornwithout a jubilant melody.He sits in hislush tree, lonesome among the vast branches and leaves.He soars throughhis free skies in painful silence-Listening to thebeautiful music of hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/1000689/ "A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/989015/ Lights are blinding.So are your words.Just leave me here.To soak in the aftertaste.  Numbers aren’t hieroglyphics.Your palm isn’t my home. Let’s vacation together.In separate bedrooms.  Newspapers are scattered.Dishes are dirty... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/987766/ Your arms wrapped around me. Suddenly, I was sinking like a shipNothing to feel but the wet silkenveloping my body.I could feel the water filling my lungs.The blurry patches of light that paradedin front of me, faded. I was falling in and out of a violentsleep. Los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/984260/ Skin sosoft, breathe so faint.I know Ican stay.At leastfor tonight… And, maybewords don’t have to be spoken. They canstay within. Maybe wecan just sit, like this, and say nothing…We left thecafé in a foreboding silence that night.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/982955/ I undressed for you today.I stared into your eyes and you looked away.You got nervous, and left the room.So there I sat; waiting for you.I undressed for you today.My heart sped up when you looked my way.I shattered and crumbled to the groundAs you fondly watched the passing clouds. I undressed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/969307/ Art cannot stop the beating of the heart, or the tear in the eye.Can it mask the words mumbled in between "Hello" and "Goodbye"? If only the watercolor could melt over my being, I could stay hidden forever. Forever it shall be, if one can only lie, if words seem to fail them, and art can m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/966431/ I’m just a girl you’ll forget about tomorrow,The one who can always tell when you’re blue.I’m just a girl who will give you my heart,The one who you won’t return it to. 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It reveals the secrets you’ve swept under the bed.Searching for you through the darkness, I’ve been lost forso long.Will it reveal my presence? The sun is so blinding, I cannot recognize it anymore.The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/946818/ The thoughts are weighing you down; drowning you in a deepwell.Faces all blur together now; you can’t tell them apartanymore.The only words that seem to penetrate are the truth, whichcuts you to the core. Lonely last drops slither down your throat, become thickeras they sli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/946002/ Take my hand; let’s return to the land where lights do notexist.I’ve fallen from the stars too many times to truly hurt likethis.You’re face haunts me like the shadows dancing on my wall.If you’re on the ground how can you really fall?The sun reveals the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/899054/ This poem is in reference to the Columbine shootings that occurred on April 20, 1999. Rest in Peace, God's 13 angels. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/889987/ Off in a pasture, too far to see, a girl sat under a willow tree.The branches tilted towards the earth, and the dainty leaves drooped like a mother's sad face, after losing a child.The girl wept for hours, with tears of stone, slowly turning the tree into her home.The sound of her sobs broke th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/864037/ December winds blew you in, and I could tell you'd become the author of my story....Such tenderness you bestowed upon me, in a way so endearing.The way you looked at me- I felt so truly loved. An honest soul in a world of deceivers,A truly beautiful person.Your claims were so honest, I wasn't s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/844505/ A story told from the perspective of the product. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/830368/ Why must the seasons change?The summer heat morphs into a cold, frigid chill.Rain pours in from the clouds, drowning all,In its watery coffin.Why must the clock keep ticking?Each second passes. Tick. Tick. Tick.A new moment born, an old moment retired,Soon to become extinct as the clock keepsTick. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/805028/ Too much pain had consumed my heart for it to beat much longer.I locked eyes with brilliant shining buttons of sterling, black coal.I was immediately drawn in by his grim smile of a foreboding, grim demise.The danger was exciting-stimulating; as it could be.His hands were large but bony and spider-l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark-Promises/796317/