http://slow.writerscafe.org/viktorijalina The original writings of author Victoriana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064823 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm too much spiceNot always niceAntagonistic and wildIn your face, overwhelmingYet you cant help staringNot believing your eyesMy courage to be myself surprise youNo compromise.I'm not less, I'm much moreI'm all encompassing and darkI'm like silk around your neckYou grasp the air and you grasp my s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/2800285/ #man #affair #relationship #youngwoman #peotry #experimental #writer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/2058021/ My wordswill rock your illusion-I'll shatterwalls you built for so longPart of youwill regret that you met me,Yet you knowI’m the one that you looked for so long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1928919/ And once you outgrow some part of you, some strange emptiness sets in inside.You don't get angry as much at people anymore.They are just confused.You accept this world for what it is and do not judge it with your wordsanymore.You accept your destiny - the fact that you are here and you live wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1893594/ fancy word for something so earthy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1890914/ air filled with illusionary ideas and hopes,we hold one another's hand - he will go to work,it seems better tomorrow is yet to come.can I blame myself or should I blame the worldI drank many beers to make illusions real,that I will find a way to give my heart away.on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1889921/ let me stand for drug dealers and hookersand damaged peopleand angry peoplelet me carry their pain and their guilt -allow me use their tears to wash down expensive houses and wash awayyour carsand let me tear down the system. which put all of us here...how human can you be in the given circum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1889508/ -So what about your girlfriend?-What about her?-Well, should you not be doingthis?-I’d like to refer to the previoussong…He meant the “Bad boys” by Innercircle. It sounded so comical that it took me couple seconds for this remark to sink in. Then, for a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1888599/ For past few days I've been extremely down, so i simply talked about it in this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1887392/ Funny how one thought came right after the other. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1885703/ The only loyal thing ever be in my hand is a pen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1885284/ being playful with words about important things for my own http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1867490/ Just description of the feeling I currently feel in the air http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1856706/ Another poem, which turned out to be more erotic than I intended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1838750/ They hold my hand and in return I arch my back and smile.Maybe they even get to land their hands on my waist?Dance of touches,They want to hold someone, and Am I not just a pretty thing to hold?I also care about making people happy - Lay your hand in mine or may you put it on my shoulder,b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1833781/ I feel it crawl upin my mind and And there i fallagain, again..The halo out ofsmoke around my headMy green greenpleasure, Bringing me rightbetween sky and the earthRide me into theendless fog Let's play, comeplay, come play.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1832833/ Yong.I don't know why, but I keep remembering this boy every time i think about that period of my life. Yong was a 23 year old guy from South Korea. We were roommates. He was one of the other 5 guys living there. It's weird because we were never lovers, we weren't spending too much time to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1832017/ My sentiments - your strenght,Has vanished as your mouth Threw garbage at my door.With buckets of warm and salty Water,Your Ego has finally ran out of.How will you shower now?I no longer blame myselfFor leaving your slowly fading spirit,And please take out your garbage now,Cause I don't li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viktorijalina/1822629/ Watching water run down my belly and legs and later disappear in the drainage hole makes me fairly sentimental.Can't help but connect the process to how our memories function. 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Majority men I’ve dated never slept in mine. For meit was simply too private. You did. 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