http://slow.writerscafe.org/KLT The original writings of author Krystal Thomas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990777 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She was an object of beauty;An object of what the world deemed worthy of love.I never truly understood how the world could decide my future of heartbreak;Until you compared my imperfect human pores to the shadow of a goddess.Based on engineering perfection into reality,The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLT/1784561/ I don’t think anyone knows anyone they way anyone knows anyone;And I don’t think anyone knows you. So many times I had to scrape the pavement just to get a piece of the cement that encases your heart.So many times I became a part of the pavement.A part of the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLT/1784559/ My thoughts are growing too deep,I’m starting to feel shallow on the surface.And my mind is tuned in with every wavelength in my path,I could find God in the frequency her breath.But too much of anything,Is too much of a bad thing.And too much of her has got to be t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLT/1770799/ In a pop-up book,I am the pop-up.The color is in the pages,But I find myself being ripped from the fibers attached to my veins that are supposed to keep me grounded into the paper,Grounded into my senses.Am I doing this right momma,Because I don’t feel good.Momma I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLT/1768911/ She gets her way,She gets so wasted;Her eyes are dazed,She hates herself,Naked.She fixates,On her plate.You fixate,On her face.She binges,She purges.You plead her,You pull her.You pray in her church,In her temple,The bathroom.The place where,She hurt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLT/1767430/ I will tell you,It’s too cold for you here;And you will breathe warmth into my frozen hands,And say you’ve never quite been a fan of the sun.I will tell you,Nothing grows here;And you will plant sunflower seeds in the cracks of my heart,And say you’v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLT/1762880/ Insanity; To do the same thing over and over again expecting different results.But it's different this time right?I swear it's different this time, please be right.And if recollection is true, then why the f**k do I keep going back to you?Because I should remember how tired my soul becomes when I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLT/1759266/ When you wake up and feel the water up to your ankles;Play a song that will release the plug and drain that water out.This will be easy baby girl.When it’s 2 in the afternoon and the water has crept its way up to your knees;Go back to the days you were 5 and spent you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLT/1759245/ It’s spring but my leaves still haven’t grown in yet.Maybe it’s the nature of my roots;Or maybe I just don’t want you to love me. Because being rough around my branches is more bearable than feeling your warmth attach to my colors and then leave whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLT/1759242/