http://slow.writerscafe.org/cassandraviolet The original writings of author cassandra violet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980195 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I always knew that they wouldI just didn’t think I’d be so youngOne hour I was a child in the woodsPetting the soft petals of flowersAnd singing to the blades of grassThen I went back home and there they stoodFlawless facesPerky breastsEyes sparkling softly like the cool evening tideAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/838355/ I can't hatethe bird that oncecame to meand then flew awayjust like I can't holdonto the windor miss the clouds that become rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/825678/ in the evenings there is a loud silenceechoing against the wallscaressing my soul with its vibrationsits felt by the dying blades of grassin my unkept backyard by my roommate drinking his sobriety awayby the homeless man collecting our canseven the bird outside my window feels itwhich i'm sure .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/825664/ The night is so lonely at 3 o’clock in the morningThe moon howls but it cannot hear meThe stars glow but they cannot see meAnd my heart moans but it cannot feel meWhich is probably for the bestBecause there is a restless energyThat is overwhelmingand its growing inside of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/822839/ Wherever you go I want you to know one thingI will never gaze at the moon and not think of youMy mind will caress the memory of your eyesAnd how they shine brighter then the infinite stars painting the night. And I’ll hope that a p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/754001/ I want to let it outI don’t even know how it got inBecause now there is darknessWhere light had always been. And I’m not sure if its because The fire in my heart has diedOr because the flames were smotheredBy the dim that came from the world outsi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/713058/ I came to a shoreshivering as the sea poured over my feet I felt the waves become meyet as I glanced behindback at the cracked pavement of the roadthe scratched mountain cliffsthe falling petalsthe browning leavesmy heart began to sinkdrowning in the tide of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/695501/ I listened to the waves crash,The rustle of leaves in currents of wind,To the song of content birdsAll to escape the silenceThat echoed against the walls of my mind. But when I tuned them outI heard music within me playing wildly,And I learned that it could n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/683527/ There is a fire inside meThat has always been litBecause these flamesare who I am,want to become,and havealwaysbeen.It has been soakedBy the rain Of life.It has been blown onBy the winds Of change-But it cannot bePut out.The light ofMy heart is the sun,The shine of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/676694/ To save yoursoul from silent black skies You mustpaint the dark with your fire andlight thestars with the song of the universe you lie under. Take in thewords that dance off your lips, Breathe thecalling of your essence, Taste yourfire cracking in the nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/676691/ I stopped on the road, smile shiftingWith the collapse of a blossom as it withered to ash; and so for the first time in my years, I saw the start of spring’s petals beginning to fall, the tragedy of time smudging the vivid strokes that once painted the season.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/675056/ There are evenings when winds of darkness blow against the candle-light of the sky, and the star’s shine sinksinto the sea to drift in the black tide; it is on these nights that man is blind- but content, minds able to rest in the song of deceit and forget the sight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/674780/ Waves sway and strut, rollingendlessly towards me, paintingmy mind with awe- but oh Sea,I long to escape the beauty ofyour currents sway, to forgetthe turquoise shade of shallowshores, be unable to recall thevivid hue that shines in the skyas the world sends her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/674721/ A project I'm currently working on to translate "The Trojan Women" by Euripides from its original Ancient Greek text to modern English. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/671343/ When he left,I sat for some time and drifted in the verves, the sensations that swam in my mind. Sorrow shaded the light, rage became my life as uncertainty shadowed my soul- butright when the sun of reason begun to set, I poured the waters of my distress onto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/667112/ A traditional poem I wrote for a contest someone recently posted on Writerscafe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/667071/ Lesson one of my online creative writing course. Message me assignments or email them to me at cassandravioletwritings@gmail.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/667043/ An online creative writing course I've created! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/667041/ Hey guys! First off I'd just like to say thanks so much for standing by my side and having faith in me since I've joined this site. I've met some amazing fellow writers who have given me awesome feedback along with introducing me to great work of their own. I want to try giving my first po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/666994/ I’ve taken every piece ofAdvice that can be given,I have made it who I am,Poured my passion on thePages over endless nights,Read books, articles,Everything that is offeredBut still it is not enough.They say that I am Brilliant, an artist ofWords- but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/664287/ another poem in my collection of poems on dreams that I've had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/664041/ another poem in the collection I'm working on where each piece is about a different dream I've had http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/664002/ Even in theDarkest hourI’ll never Lose sightOf love. Because Love’s duskShines brighterThen the Sunrise ofMere lust,The gold oflove's sunis anything butThe rust that Grows onStatic hearts. And if I Didn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/663964/ This is part of a new collection of poems I'm working on that are about dreams I've had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/663827/ If you are not your heartThen you are not youAnd everything you know Will be lost. Your thoughts will not ponderThe same, your name Will change as you Become someone different. Your heart is your blood, your veinsAs it is your essence, your s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/654790/ Midnight never comes soon enough,You see, for me it’s a time of quiet,A song of silence as the streets sleep.Its only then can I hear my thoughtsAs they’re lit by the illumination of the moon. Sure, sometimes the night gets lonely,But I have my heart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/654787/ My heart does not love easily,It is stubborn, but when it does I danceIn the desire with the passionOf imprisoned limbs set free.I frolick thorugh the fields of lustMore wildly then the spirit of the wind,I feast on my lovers fleshWith eager, begging lips.I moan m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/654785/ Our dreams are paint,Their pursuit a canvas,And we as artistsMust kiss the white withThe images, vivid hues,Dancing figures of Our imagination. We feel compelled to Create a masterpiece,A painting just as great As the others around us. So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/654782/ Yourheart is a light,aglistening sunrise. Youcan ignite itinany hour ofdarkness,no matterhowdeep the dusk,blackthe ripples in thepond, high the tide ofyour night. Sowhen you find yourselfin darkness,remembertha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/654779/ I dreamt of moments of confession, the cleansingof my soul underneath a crimson sun; in a vacant work litby dusk.I was woken by a shine beaming through my openwindow,It whispered to me and lured me to the silentsleeping streetsWhere we roamed deep into the dark hours,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/654755/ Becoming of the Sun The sun rises on its ownThere is no one to lift itOr hold it as it glows. The sun had no fatherTo hang its strings like a puppet,No mother to tell it when to set. I used to wonder howIt knew who it was,Who it was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/654575/ As a child Every SundayI would go Get ice creamWith my father. I’d feel Overwhelmed By the amount Of options I had to chooseFrom. Should I getChocolate?Vanilla?Sorbet?Rocky road? And so eventually .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/653456/ I rest underneath red leaves as they undress branches,I feel my body quiver with desire for the color of the fire.I stand on a mountain of snow that grows wildly with thewind,Cool air soothes my soul sinking into my puzzled poresAs they experience the sensation and I forget the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/653455/ I disappointed my father in many ways. When I was12 he caughtme smoking. When I was 15 he saw me drunk. At the ageof 17 I brought him home a cardboard paperstained with failed grades. I angered my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/653454/ The candle light of the moon’s shine surrounds us,glistening on the ground against the grass.We’re swimming in a sea of shimmersyet your eyes are dim with dusk. Fading lust,soft lips lost, chapped with drying desire,a heart tired of the world, longing for fresh brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/653308/ They think that they are the lightwhen they're the moon,sinking into a flickering flame.They call me her, it, Mamacita,well I'll make them remember my name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/653205/ You see I’ll love you foreverBecause it is written in the stars;It is my destiny, my fateTo be your light, your shining sunrise,Your music in silence. You’re curved and warmAnd full of excitementYour eyes pleasant summer waves.Your soul the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/650663/ I sit behind my closed windowListening to the music of the wolves cryEvery night.The lullaby sends me to dreamsOf sunsets, dying light,Eternal fright of facing the sunrise.When I wake I’m blinded by the candle of day;As the wax melts it forms puddles of angst,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/650600/ Birdssing so beautifully in my dreams,yet,as the sun creeps into my windowIfind that upon my wakening their tunes only screechas therivers of sunlight drown the night. Thelight of night stars once poured on me like waterfallsandas a child I believed them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/650551/ What I’ve done?Never lost sight of love,Seen the darkest hour,Danced wildly,Found a means of expression,Loved myself. What is my religion?Passion,Emotions,Nature,Beauty,The world,My soul. What do I fear?Rejection,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/650516/ We’re fading like the stars above us,trust the unknown facescrossing our path in the growing dusk. Lust lingering, but drowned by reason,Heart like passing seasons; inevitable. We’re falling apart,ripped like leaves from their stemsst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/650152/ I want to hold you,Tease you,Be with you. I want the memoriesWhich are becoming as blackAs the coming nightThat grows upon me, upon us. But more then anythingI want to ask whyYou were afraid,Why we said such hateful words,How we pated.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/648269/ PartThree       Thefire of faith: a collection of poems on beauty                .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/648099/ An explanation of part two’sstructure…   When We Remained In Eden Were we all not children once?Crawling from the soils of the Earthwith eager limbs, veins filled with passion,dancing in meadows and blind to the world,but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/648078/ Anexplanation of part one’s structure…   Dusk and then Dawn Dawn comes before dusk,for dawn brews the day,the dance of sunlight soaring its heightdeep in the sky. Yet the tides of timedrown the sound of its song,after.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/648070/ My first book of poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/648067/ December13th, 2010. 10:36 P.m.           The night was cracking with storm. I waslocked in the cell of indoors. The sky’s excessive raging waters begun to drownme in my home. You’ve been alone forthree days, you ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/647969/ re-write of "What We Haven't Done" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/647858/ Stagnate I watched a child today as he swayedon the sands of the bay,picking up scatters of seashells that freckled the white gravel. He came to his knees,quenching his soul in the water,dancing to the music of seawhile the sun drenched him in warm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/645900/ my first attempt at writing a poem in spanish... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassandraviolet/645822/