http://slow.writerscafe.org/RoslynDoll The original writings of author Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033806 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To turn the blind eye when it comes to women's rage and pain,or to choose the darker path of revenge Watch the noose wrap around the perpetrators neck To rape and pervert a woman's body, a human soul without consequencesIs a universal wound against the feminine herself To expect heali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2835768/ Tunnel visionfleeting eyesYou are a tunnel of memories lurkingYou and I talk down the hallway through these memoriesClosing them once the wallpaper begins to show its cracksThe house could explode and you'd still be standing in a paralysed state  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2784391/ Is it meant to hurt,the unseen knowledge of your leavingperceived only in my reality Acceptance or denial, whichever one wins,has entered my mind leaving me paralyzed in misunderstood emotions Perhaps it'll hit memiddle of the night, tousled bed sheets, the tears, the pain burnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2161233/ Curiosities in delicate systems -- rip me apartI'll give you the knife to dive into my womb I'll become blind to the damage you'll cause me, my blood splattered upon your rough, calloused hands when you turn me inside out and I beg for more My bones stumbling in their home I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2148672/ Foreign dreams, lightsfaces, thoughts You couldn't find me for I had lost myself in the dream you couldn't touch me,for I am numb and brokenand we know you can't break once broken sweet, empty dollYou are all the things which burn my starving child body at night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2144606/ I live in the past Teetering on the edge of memoriesI owe my apologies for them It was all a dream confused with reality  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2121002/ Whenever someone has been standing over meLeaning over this body of mine Threatening violence and pain with their words All I wanted to do was hold on to them Until the thing possessing them Would stop and come back into me Apologizing for letting it out For making them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2121001/ And your teeth couldn't help but escape out of happiness A snake, not vicious but aware of survivial For even the snake cries I got colder instead of better I am patient, waiting, sweetlyThe world calls me to mountains  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2105123/ end of another diary - reality of natural bones http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2099893/ I won't let our pain become meI feel no shame for the ways I dealt without loveThe difference between us isI haven't let the pain other people caused me, become who I am. I have let love in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2094747/ trauma is a wreckage http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2080056/ She had a spark of an idea, to write about the journey of insanity from a sane perspective yet forgot an outside view will never understand an insane mind. She had to confront that part of herself. Each day she walked out into the light and shutting the door to darkness which until now, the darkness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2074683/ I became lost when I awoke Losing sense of her Although my ear was cut in two And my neck sliced her skin  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2065162/ something about a dream and planes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2065161/ And its not even you who I ache for An ideal fantasy of a person I believed you were  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2065156/ Sick and twisted replication of an ongoing cycleOne drop and I'm infectedNever be able to run away from what I despise most.I'll become manipulation. Possession and hatred.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2032229/ You are the dark songof the morning;serious and slow,you shave, you dress,you descend the stairsin your public clothesand drive away, you becomethe wise and powerful onewho makes all the dayspossible in the world.But you were also the red song in the nightstumbling through the houseto the child's&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2032226/ There's a shadow of a knife on the wallReminding me of a promise  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2032225/ I awoke my back pressed against concrete and gazed at the trees above my body. I rolled to one side and slowly pushed myself up on my knees, a dull ache vibrated through my skull. My surroundings were unfamiliar, the streets and letterboxes brought no memories to mind. Panic, fear & co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2032222/ mary oliver's morning poem, the second poem of hers I experienced after wild geese http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2023238/ Disturbing a peaceful slumberTaking what was once comfortInvisible hands upon my legsapplying pressure and fearViolatingSuffocatingHands like bricks mould my figure into paralysis I refuse to meet them eye to eye I allow them to take over And they knowin these short momentsEveryone an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2023236/ A bit graphic, floating veins in dreams. Surprisingly, there's a lot of faceless people in my dreams and dreams make little sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2020762/ the sky and her phases http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2020754/ I was in the house I grew up in Campbelltown, the house on the corner with hedges as fences. My friend was there with him, it had been awhile since I'd seen him but I was all over him in a matter of seconds. His face was emotionless, blank and he had no facial features. In a blue chair, I sat n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2020745/ I devoted a journal to my lucid and vivid dreams. Here I have re-read them, re-lived them and wrote them for others to read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2020742/ The smell of wetness upon pale blue petalsa muggy summer rain brings silence on footpathsshow me something real and the world brings shades of green flora, thunder and rainwhat would granny say about the birds above my head talk about the english blackbirds early in the morninga family o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2015999/ Your not 12 years old sitting on that green staircase crying over a red singlet12 years old and feeling paranoid sitting with a group of boys underneath a houseYour not there anymore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/2010727/ I could spend an eternity wrapped in your armsHiding away from what I fear most, realityUntil the afternoon comes andAll this mind and body becomes heavy on all I amI forget our mornings spent together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1978377/ Another twisted nightmare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1942279/ There's an sensation of returning to the land of lucid when staring up at treesmy thoughts are softened and i move with the breezeThey create a ring around you, but don't let them suffocate youIts only logical to know this feeling is bigger than me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1942275/ I have such vivid and downright terrifying nightmares which fill my journals and it's always shocking to re-read them. This one is slightly recent where I felt severe dissociation in a dream? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1942274/ Something i wrote when i thought going backwards was all i could do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1941424/ I haven't written on here for awhile but I've completed a small journal of rambles to post on here for now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1941419/ haunting and floating through the streets at night, sleeping on park benches in the pouring rain.Nobody notices me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1913141/ wrote whilst dizzying out on abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1913128/ a turbulent relationship, an empty void to fulfil and usefulness only for sex http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1913115/ All of the things I am yet to become Gluttony,Vulgarity,The ugly something inside,Bitter and cursed Gristle,Volatile,Hunger and the Thrumming wilderness of self http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1854906/ You touch me with feeling And act like nothing ever happened But what you don't see is I am a transparent hand dancing at nightYou have to give your spine a rest from all that crouching I can feel the women of the music Echoing throughout my fingertips Through the walls And words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1854902/ I am the 9:59s mother on the moon Feathers blooming Sykes only one womb :30 interacted with screaming I can fill the heaters From a stoneAsylum the last stars With the scream Of I Will Walk alone Soul echoing through spirit I have been crafted I have been loved and left Telli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1854901/ breaking away from she's suppose to be and becoming the snake http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1852688/ I spent a little time reading howl and I've found areas of the poem which I find quite interesting. Definitely worth a read if your interested in the beat generation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1852211/ Wondering if the moon can feel our interconnections and silent conversations? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1852208/ I've had enough of the bad times enough of the flashbacks and memories that'll leave me with shaking handsI want, no i need, require to be a flowing traffic of happiness Constantly connecting with othersKnowing the beauty in others and Knowing my beauty Their strengths and my strengths and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1852207/ a series of rambles written on public transport http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoslynDoll/1850816/