http://slow.writerscafe.org/kitty.lyoness The original writings of author Olive Belikov en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058456 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Georgia, sweet Georgia,you are my dazzling fatality. Your sweet seduction lies withinthe world’s impartiality.Networks of entangled stringseclipse the universe you’ve crowned.Georgia, incandescent Georgia,you are the reason I am not found.Harrowed paths with twisted leadsbring us ‘.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1183902/ The thunder days are growing longer.The hand sewn stitches of my blanketAre being torn. Colours  fade awayWith each nights candid sleepYet another baby is born.Mama’s in the room next over andDaddy’s coughin’ blood. Lights grow weak, scarcely drawingShadows set on sovereign so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1120654/ A strenuous love story of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1088693/ Standing upon the chopping block, Thaine didn’t know whether to feel proud or scared. He’d gained his right to be there, but hadn’t felt the need to. He’d won his spot in years of training and sacrifice, pushing his way to the top, only to feel he was now unprepared and in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1066045/ Mary skipped down the road, yellow line after yellow line appearing like a never ending trail to her destiny. The color radiated quite beautifully against the dense blackness of the tar, protruding along with its own volition. Mary’s eyes followed the short bursts of color as she carelessl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1065002/ Living alone had taken its tole on Arrow. Over the last tiring months, thin had gotten thinner and weak had gotten weaker. With his failing body, the youngness in his bones had somehow dissipated entirely, now replaced with those that felt centuries old. Without annual meals to fill the gaps, Arrow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1063421/ Different people, different lives, different colors. You get to experience each and every one of them. Take the journey, reach out, and grasp your own fleeting shade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1063417/ I gaze intently, staring out my murky bedroom window, longing for all the things I can’t have. Thoughts collide together in my mind, creating a whirlwind of emotions and feelings I have never known to exist. Storms brew outside in the open air, mirroring the clouds gathering in my eyes. Rai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1039000/ its not really a story, but not a poem either. just a small blip of knowledge that poped into my head :) hope you like it as much as I do ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1010939/ I have to run.I have to leave.I've gotta get out of here.The feeling is like an itch,so strong and pressing.My nerves tingle, my legs strain.I want to cry,I want to scream.I need to run.Run from hereand never look back.My heart would give anythingto sense a breeze on my skinas my feet fly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1007099/ How do I run so far awayto never again see decay?Once and twice your words do touch.Once and thrice your words I clutch. From open air, blue knit sky,to wandering birds singing why.The purple evening petals bloom;my heart, still red, revels doom.An empty page looks to barethe words I write, so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1006828/ I’m sorry,I never meant to hurt you,never meant to cause you pain.Everything I did, it’s what was taught to me.It was the only wayI knew how to do things.If I had realized just how muchI was hurting you,I would have dropped it allbefore it ever got this far. I would have told youI’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1005200/ this if for you Kyrie, I just want you to know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/1005143/ Walking up the steps of the foster house, I know we’re in trouble. June doesn’t like it when kids come in past curfew and Rosalie and I are hours past that point. Though maybe she already went to sleep, unaware of our absence. That, I find, is all I can hope for as Rosa turns the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/998974/ I grew upthat's all,nothing more.I ran awayto the sea,to my core.You followed me;your wild heartlove it bore. But I grew up,I flew away,your heart I tore.Piece by piece,stitch by stitch,till you were sore.And I was gone,gone again,with nothing more.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/998853/ just a short thing but i quite like it. hope you do too :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/998850/ Have you ever felt lost?Ever betrayed or delayed? Have you never paid the cost?They say come back and shinebut they don't see my mind;the thoughts in my heador the reasons whyI always lay in bed. You see,I'd give it all to be happy againto love and be loved again.I feel like the worldhas l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/998847/ It’s late, almost eleven o’clock, and definitely far beyond the time my sister and I should be roaming around in Central Park. The sun went down an hour ago which only gives us the light from the moon and lamp posts to go by. Trees loom around us, creating drawn out shadows on the ground.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/998459/ this is of two girls, two sisters, who, in ways beyond reality, discover their past for what it really is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/998458/ I never had a reason to stayI never had a reason to pray.My life was full of fire and ice,I always thought I'd pay the priceFor others' mistakesAnd others' ravenous takes.But there was a day I was down,So many people had knocked me to the ground,When a boy came out from the blue,A boy I soon learned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/997417/ I'm holding my breath here, like i'm stuck beneath frozen ice in a lake laced with poison. I'm drowning, burning, screaming, dreaming. I'm wishing for happier times and soft singing rhymes. Like rhymes from a mothers lips, spoken .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/995337/ Girl of redGirl of whiteA girl whose heart Knew no rightThrough the woodsHer feet did runWithout a leashShe knew all funCape of redSkin of whiteA wild girlThe wolf of nightSweet in dayWith ivory smilesAt night she ranShe ran for milesThe hunters watchedThe woods in darkTo make her blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/993444/ i got the idea of this from a song called Gravedigger http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/991831/ My shirt says Hope,and while wearing it I always dream of Hope itself.For there are many things I hope for.Many things I dream of.I know most of my hopes and dreams will never come true,though that doesn’t seem to bother me. It confuses me really, why I know that dreaming is useless,yet still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/991662/ Your cocky smile plays foolishly with my heart,knowing not that I am smarter, sharper,than any of the other dim witted lambsyou have so easily compelled into your roach infested chambers.My heart will never cease to knowthe sly ways of your devilish kind;For I have fought too many battles,danced too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/991661/ I stare, watching, wondering, gazinginto the thick, lively firethat sits in front of me.Staring as the flames lick the open air,burning the life away.Gazing as they dance like spirits on a sunburst morning bay;singing their soulfully beautiful songs,and spinning in circles of amber light.Wondering h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/991660/ I stand aloneamong the desolate ruinsof a once grand home.I walk alongthe tattered wallsthat held photos of smiling children,happy faces,gentle eyes.I breath in the ashthat remains foreverfloating through the airlike snowflakeson a driftless breeze. The sands of timehave taken holdand though years h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/991659/ I took a bunch of lyrics from lots of different songs and attempted to put them together into a poem. Tell me what you think and if you wanna know who wrote any of the lyrics in particular, message me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/991308/ I can't do this. At least, not on my own. Why do I feel so alone? Why do I feel so lost? God knows I’ve tried to feel anything but this, yet nothing ever works. I’ve cried out everything I have, I’ve screamed out my sorrows. I’ve pleaded with myself to be happy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/988181/ its short but i like it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/984123/ I see not why the world must be this way.Why hands hold guns and people run away.Why do we fightkillyelland beat?Why do we not see deceitin the way we walk,talk,and flocklike lifeless drones;doing what we're told to doand nothing else.Never do we stray;never see the new dayor dance on the morning ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/981695/ this is for a friend, you know who you are, and i hope and dream that someday this will all blow over. Someday i know you'll be able to leave her in the dust ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/980745/ It calls to methe wind, the trees, the water, they call my name.From this tinted window covered in layers of dust and death,letting light seep throughbut letting nothing out,I gaze upon their beauty.The sight of freedomplucks at the strings in my heart.My lungs, my toes, my fingernailsall feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/978022/ You abandoned me here, left me to die.You - an unfaithful servant of loving emotions -Bit the hand that fed you.I knew in the beginning that you would beLike crossing a high wire over rushing traffic.But I never pictured the ending in which Your deceitful self would cut the line;Leaving me to tumble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/973949/ sittin in the cab of that big red truckrust on the doors, dust on the dashboardnot a seatbelt in sight, just and overhead lightbaby, oh baby, if you kissed me hereyou could make me countrythere’s dirt on your jeanshay in your hair.i think back two minutes and i'm there againlayin in the grass,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/966713/ Across the dance floorI see you there,Whispering words of loveInto her soft golden hair. But love is a strong wordThat I can only recite;Knowing not why my bones feel rigidAnd my lungs so tight. For months I knew I'd rew the dayI was ever born.To see him hold her in that wayBrings new mean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/965335/ When I see youDo you see me?Walking down the hallways,dimly lit by flickering light.Do you see the way my eyesscan your face for a sign,any sign, saying you gaze back?Do you feel electricity doing jumping-jacks with your nerveswhen you see me there, in the hallways?Cause I do. It controls me.Compell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/965329/ JinneyAfter that first time it became a little more easier. When my dad would have an episode and go into fits of rage, the other me would take over. I no longer had to feel the pain, which made my small body happy. Thinking back now i wonder why i wasn’t more confused by what was happening. w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/959251/ a song called Home by Mumford and Sons inspired this poem so if you like this you should look them up :) it's also from a guys point of view; just somethin different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/957743/ tonight i feel used,all battered and bruised.its my heart that’s scarredmy love has been barred. you came as a friend.my mind you did bend.i fell for your smell,you could so easily compel.when you took me homenot once did i feel alone.as you kissed me therei knew nothing could compare.but when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/956220/ her words are meaningless just like her lifeit's always been about the painit's always been about the strifeshe calls his name out from the darkher heart is dead, he left his markshe screams out loud to soften the painher tears they come, like falling rainthe notes she writes, he tears aparthe aband.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/955713/ the summer days are gonei know, they're long gone.no more flowers to pickjust my thoughts to contradict. now the fall is here again,you can't begin to give incause its all over.when the snow comes rollin thoughyou roll in too with a new lover.but i'm still sitting herewaiting for you.watching t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/955696/ this is the last part, and by far the most dramatic part. again i cannot control my dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/949348/ “Lock the door.” He stares back at me but doesn't raise the gun.  It remains at his side and not having that barrel pointed at me makes it a little bit easier to calm myself. Wiping the tears from my face i turn to the door, stick the key in, and  lock the only way out. When .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/947363/ I decided to cut this dream into different parts because of how long it is. Most of it is from what i remember though i did add quite a few things. so the gist of it is real, but some details are not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/945879/ This is what I believe. Im not saying anyone's beliefes are wrong or right. Im just excpressing what I think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/933630/ I don't know if i like this or not. defintitely not one of my best, and I dont usually write poems in this form. idk, tell me what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/893113/ Sam She used to like me. We were friends. Jinney would welcome me into her life, almost beg me to come at times. But she was just using me, I've come to realize that now. Though I almost can't blame her for it. I am the stronger one, the one who stands up to her father. That doesn't bother me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/890741/ JinneyThree years ago. That’s when he first showed up.I guess I just wanted so bad for myself to be able to stand up to my dad, that I created a new me that could. My dad - that abusive drunken a*****e of a man needs to go kill himself - no. I’m letting myself slip, letting Sam think. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/886492/ JinneyDo you happen to know what it feels like to not have total and complete control of your mind?No, I don’t suppose you do. But I can tell you, it’s hell.It feels like your sharing yourself with someone else and in a way, you are. Sometimes they just take over, making choices for you,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kitty.lyoness/886472/