http://slow.writerscafe.org/streetrose The original writings of author streetrose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013009 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A shadowy figure lurks behind meEver watching, furtive, intenseNever allowing me to be aloneHis eyes hungry and predatorialWe’ve never spoken, but I know him wellHis light brown hair and hollow, blue-gray eyesA face that never smiles or laughsThe dirty brown hoodie and faded jeansA light gray .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1859417/ I don't know what to say to youI just want to talk to you againYou said you aren't interested, and I get thatBelieve me, I fully understand thatBut you mean absolutely everything to meYou are my best friend, my better halfI've told you everything and you've stayedYou are there for me w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1817243/ On the subway home last night from workA thousand rainbows greeted meBeads, flags, badges, hats, and t-shirtsThe parade had ended, and people were headed homeBeads, hats, and badges were pulled offThe t-shirts were hidden away by jacketsFlags were turned upside down in bags so nobody wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1806089/ My devil wears old tennis shoesAnd faded graphic t-shirtsHis hair his wavy and always mussedJeans always faded and well-wornMy devil taps out new rhythmsEvery night onto my tattered soulNever the same beat twiceHis being the embodiment of musicMy devil is too smart for his own goodAlways seeing more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1785531/ Tattered photographs cover the floorOld letters lay in haphazard mountainsYour jacket hangs on the back of my doorAnd your sunglasses on my bookshelfThe corsage you gave me hangs on my wallI don’t know what to do with your thingsI want to move on from you, I really doBut whenever I start to ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1781866/ I came across the preacher todayBy the winding countryside roadNo words of comfort did he offerHis smile pained, and painful to seeThe silence both calming and terrifyingHis matted hair moving eerily in the breezeHands tightly grasping his faceI came across the preacher todayBy the winding countrysi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1778546/ Mr. Preacher, sell me a storyThat prompts me to confess all of my sinsMurmur meaningless nicetiesAnd assure me that God always winsMr. Preacher, sell me a prayerThat will purify my blackened soulFor my mind and heart are still arguingAnd I’m losing all sense of controlMr. Preacher, sell me a h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1777668/ I wonder what she thought as she looked at meFor the first time since last SeptemberDid she wonder how I had been lately?Maybe she noticed I was smiling and making eye contact againDid she notice how empty the smile was?That my eyes were hollow and lifeless?I’m sure she noticed I was less shy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1777663/ I passed her on the street last nightFor the first time since last SeptemberHer gaze was brief and brokenNo longer could she look me in the eyeOr murmur meaningless nicetiesShe had a new girl on her right armBut the same man clung to her left armHis eyes cold and deeply embitteredI couldn’t he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1776056/ A teacher once taught me the language of colorsThe hidden meanings beneath each shade and hueEach with its own secret personalityShe told me orange was the color of anger and hatredHis favorite color always was, and is, orangeHis hair was orange, his highlighters were orangeThe blanket in the back o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1774296/ Our voices have long since stopped echoingNo glares or cold looks do we shareCommon courtesies are respected at all timesNever do we lose our tempers with each otherBut I wish that just once your facade would crumbleSo I’d know you still felt something for meYou’ve stopped checking in wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1769452/ I remember the little girl I used to be Brown hair, brown eyes, tall, skinny, averageOutgoing and far too intelligent for my own goodUnafraid of a world that I already knew to be corruptTainted and eager to kill my little dreamsTrusting of everyone around meHappy and bubbling over with energyReady t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1768080/ The wind stirred the looming branchesThe branches rustled the curtainsThe curtains hid the waning moonlightThe slivers of moonlight illuminated the coupleThe couple’s words rang clearly in the distanceAnger radiating passionately Hatred flowing from him to herHis internal anger molding into wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1759439/ On my way to school one dayI found a heart of stoneThe color seemed a lifeless grayBut I couldn’t leave it all aloneOn my way to school one dayI found a heart of glass‘Twas mottled black and castawaySo I plucked it from my pathOn my way to school one dayI found a heart of leadThough I pi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1759418/ If love were a number, I would give you mineIf love were water, I would give you the lake where we metIf love were music, I would give you the mixtape from our first danceIf love were a letter, I would give you a dictionaryIf love were food, I would give you pizza from the parlour down the streetIf .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1759405/ I loved herI love her stillAnd part of me will probably always love herBut I am tired of the mind gamesThe pleading for forgiveness over the phoneWalking on eggshellsOf feeling exasperated and resigned to this lifeBiting my tongue, and bowing in submissionSteeling myself for the lashes of her wordsT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1759399/ If Prince Charming is waiting for meThe way my mother says he isThen why is he leaving me lonelyIf my heart is already his?My prince must be lost somewhereIn the woods or the swells of the seaBut search for him I wouldn’t dareFor I am sure he will come for meAlone and scared I lie in waitFor m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1759393/ You say we are close friendsI say we are strangers, loving strangersI do not know your favorite color, nor you mineOur confidence lies not in each otherWe get annoyed with each otherYou with me, in particularWe are enigmas in each other’s gazeGetting to know each otherBut barely scratching the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1751513/ Until I met you, I didn’t know what it was like to be afraidI thought I knew what fear was, but I was wrongI knew to avoid upsetting or angering youTo never forget my proper place I never thought I would need to fear your smileOr to be afraid of you leaving my lifeI never knew to be scared of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1741832/ His glare a choppy tempestStriking and retreatingAssured he always knows bestBut his victory is fleetingA bird within a darkened cageThe damsel in his towerYou're forced to bear his outrage As he clings onto his powerYet even when you're all but lostAnd your heart is broken in twineThough you k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1741822/ You think you already know meBut you haven't the slightest clueI'm a wild ray of sunshineIn the guise of a common shrewI'm that leering little echoIn the stillness of the nightI'm the devilish voice inside your headWho'd rather stay and fightI'm a black sheep of societyThe thorn upon a roseProtector.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1741820/ The nightmares have won the warHumans have returned to mother earthTheir minds still immersed in slumberFacts falling upon deaf earsFear and ignorance run rampantThere is might in numbersBut only to a certain extent in lifeWe are herds of sheepIgnorant, gullible, easy to manipulateControlled by a se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1741817/ I threw away the picturesLike they were yesterday's newspaperI threw away the picturesAnd didn't keep a single oneI threw away the picturesAnd vowed to take new onesI threw away the picturesAnd swore the next ones would be betterI threw away the picturesBut now, I want them back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1740426/ Never let him get too closeHe'll break your heart into twoHe'll lose the love you love the mostYou don't know it, but he's bad newsYou think that he's an angelBut that's only a common guiseYou don't know what you'll go throughAs his temper starts to riseYes, right now, he might s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1740422/ Statues crumble and smiles breakMoonlight haunts the branchesSilver wings stir the shadowsFlowers return to the earthTiny feet leave tiny trailsDew drops cling to ancient mossAspen leaves rustle and settleIvy vines choke the wallsSlowly, they succumb to deathAs anger takes us all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1739753/ Linen white and picturesqueThe little bird leaving her nestAn innocent spirit left to roamForever now trapped in broken homeOnly the winds shall answer her cryA fallen Angel left to dieLinen white and picturesqueThe scene of a murder so grotesque http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1739752/ Hands shake behind a stone-stiff spineSmiles fall and shatterFeet retreat slowly along the pavementStubborn tilt of the chin and clenched jawShe will not let you win that easilyInner doubt and secret turmoilConcrete composure for a feather foundationDenied tears locked into a sequester.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1739748/ Lingering voices crumpled paperForgotten names and cotton sheetsCrimson blood and clenched jawsSilent screams and lifeless eyesSleeping pills and overwhelming disgustHidden pain and deep regretFilthy skin and cigarettesAlcohol and inner turmoilForgotten souls left to themselvesInno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1739746/ Dear Michael, I’m scared I’ll lose youFor the rest have left beforeThough I’m sure what you say is trueI trust my worst fears moreDear Michael, I want to trust youYou are kind to me, and wiseBut everytime I look up to youYou seem to avoid my eyesDear Michael, you are scaring meYour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1739668/ It was he who turned the autumn to winterThe colorful leaves withering to grey in his presenceInstead of snow, there were  hailstormsInstead of thunderstorms, there were monotonous waves of sleetThe skies grew colder, the earth greyerThe bird stopped chirping in the morning and duskHis cold wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1739656/ Too many demons to battleToo many days wondering whyToo many mountains to climb or to moveToo many cursesToo many hopeless endeavorsToo many storiesToo many lessons to learnToo many meaningless argumentsToo many empty conversationsToo many tearsToo many broken heartsToo many white liesToo many wolve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1735885/ His eyes glowed orange on that warm springtime eveHotter than hell, the day had beenHis voice had boomed as always, but to no avail this timeHe was finally alone, but not truly aloneHis demons were still happy to guide himThe orange glow, it frightened us allTurning our love into fear and our sympat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1735883/ I lived in a mansionOf crimson and blackA hell-hole of yearningFor loving was lackedOne night in the stillnessI left all aloneTo fend for itselfMy decrepit homeI visited once moreWhen my life was in tattersBut the windows were boardedAnd the chandelier shatteredBut many years laterWith tears in my e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1735882/ From the time we are brought into the world, we are taught to conform to society’s views of what is acceptable and to continually strive for a mark of approval from the masses. We are brainwashed. Occasionally, however, someone breaks free of the mold. They do not strive for, or even make atte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1735876/ Before you got to me, I was innocent and happy. I was untouched and trusting, but you took that from me. For the rest of my life, I’ll remember the feel of the callouses on your hands, the apathy in your eyes, the ice in your tone. You were the first person to truly hurt me, and I’ll nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732573/ Abed alone on a blanket of nitreOnly the scavengers try to find herThe once youthful smile has faded awaycolorful memories dimming to grayHer tears and her blood have covered the vineHer heart and her spirit were broken in twineCloaked in a robe of silvery mistShe never was needed, and never was mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732572/ Crashing waves ‘neath ashen skiesteardrops slipping from thine eyesMurky depths of silver mistNever needed, but sorely missedOcean glass and ivy vinesAn empty seashell broke in twineSeashell shards catch sunshine’s rayThe tide will pull the bits away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732571/ Every night I’d let loose tearsAnd to you I’d silently screamA future for the two of usI’d wish and pray and dreamTwo years left a river of tearsAnd a chorus of internal screamsTime after time you loved anotherAnd slowly crushed my dreamsThen one night, I stopped my tearsAnd no lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732569/ Her body an empty canvasBut he painted her that nightLips and fingers blood redArms bound and tainted whiteLegs black and blueGreen eyes watery and bloodshotHair a wild copper haloA living little rag dollBroken and thrown in the cornerThe canvas has disappeared http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732563/ I fell in love with the Devil’s sonBut I didn’t know it thenHe left me with nowhere to runThen brought my life to an endI fell in love with the Devil’s ownHe broke my heart in twineGifted me with a heart of stoneAnd lingered in my mindThe Devil’s spawn has broken my heartAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732562/ Something lingers ‘round the bendChilling the air around itSomeone stalks you to the endCapturing the sunlightA shady figure garbed in greyFollows from behindThough you dream and hope and prayHe still lingers at your sideCausing your skin to crawlEvery time you run into himshort and thin or wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732561/ Something lingerschilling the air and blocking the sunSomething followsStalking even the smallest sparrowSomething forebodesFilling innocent eyes with apprehensionSomething smilesThough the smile never reaches its eyesSomething criesTerrorized by some unknown horrorSomething callsIn the name of real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732558/ Be careful my dear childNot all is as it seemsHere on earth are evil peopleWho’ll try to crush your dreamsThey’ll promise to protect youAnytime you start to mopeBut promises are worse than liesFor they also make you hopeThey’ll promise to defend youRemain loyal and trueBut once you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732557/ Someday, her laughter won’t hang in the airthe leaves won’t remind you of her dimmed eyesThe night sky won’t resemble her silken locksNo longer will her voice haunt your subconscious You won’t cry when that song comes onto the radioHer scent will slowly fade awayYou’ll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732556/ I’ll always remember her voicethe way she’d laugh when she was littleUsually over nothing at allStill full of innocence and loveHow she’d just run and runUntil she closed her eyes at nightThe hairbows and stuffed animalsScattered across her floor every morningLooking back, I still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732545/ The curtains fall to the floor Once again, she is aloneAll have left their scripts and returned to their livesAll but sheShe is stuck in a different scriptForced to be in character at all timesAll is dark, yet all eyes are upon herThe stage is cold and lonelyYet still, her breath heats its very core.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732542/ The happy dreams are the worstWhen you wake up hopeful, happy evenBrave enough to face the dayThen, the world shatters your silly dreamShows you how naive you wereTo believe an enigma like yourself ever deserved happiness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732541/ A hand reaches outwardBut a body cowers awayWords are sent for comfortBut ears bow and shakeEyes look down in compassionBut eyes remain closed in expectancyEars wait patiently for an answerBut the mouth stammers meaningless nicetiesArms open to embrace and protectBut hands protect the body from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732540/ She walks through life with a smileLinen and lace cover the scarsMusic dilutes the screamingMake-believe drowns out realitySoft footsteps and slamming doorsLarge ears and muffled voicesPlastic smiles, ageless agingInsomnia and eternal slumberShe walks through life with a smileBut one night the smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1732538/ Shoe laces tangled, running lateHoly carp! It’s ten past eightTeacher might cause bodily harmIf I once again blame my alarmLunch forgotten and breakfast skippedI suddenly feel rather jippedFor I just realized, to my dismayI’m not late: it’s Saturday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/streetrose/1731820/