http://slow.writerscafe.org/treble The original writings of author Treble en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007328 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Written in 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2926515/ Written in 2021 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2926514/ Written in 2023 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2926513/ Written in 2023 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2926512/ Blood stains down a murky wallmeet the fuzzy topof my half-brother’s head in a faded monochrome painting.Leaves of my beloved roses witheryellow and brownbetween the ghost driftingamidst cobwebs and dust, and the demon sitting proper upon his broken wooden throne.Half-ground .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2085426/ Just moved to a new place http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2072532/ Let the wind carry melike a sailboat on the ocean.Take me far away from emotioninto the depths of devotion.Let me be a feather freelike a teardrop mid-fall.Take my body as a doll,move me far away from all.Let my watch like birds-eye be,like a raven in a tree.Take the heart that slowly beats,put it o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2072531/ Pull me out of the water;my blood stains the ripples.My cuts are open wide,burning in the stained claritythat imprisons me.I open the dark red curvesthat keep a thousand cries silent;another cry remains silent,locked in the back of my throat,fearful of the nothingness it becomesonce it escapes my li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2072530/ The wind rushes through the trees;the sun blazes upon surfacesstiller than time.These surfaces move millimeter by millimeter,moment bymoment,a motion so peacefulone could stand on it without fail.Curves created by forces of naturemillions of years ago,only thosewho had the privilege ofstanding here .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2072529/ Inspired by a camping trip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2072528/ Can you be my sun?Winter has begunin the freezing windsthat blow betweenthe fold beneath my skull.Can you be my shoulder?My hands are gripping teardrops;my arms hang aimless,touched only by the tearsthat drip from palm to wrist.Can you be my smile?Lines run deep in the skinabove my sullen eyes while.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2072526/ The lingering tides of storms pastwash over carvings in the sand today.A sunset casts its glow over what’s leftof a fantastical picture once reality. Still visible are the grains of sandaching to shift, to move with the wind,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/2040646/ This started as a journal entry :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984970/ This started as a journal entry :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984968/ I feel good enough for you,but you're not good enough for me if you don't see it,so I won't be it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984965/ Every time I try to catch a breath,I'm breathless.Every time I try to take a step,I'm frozen.Every time I try to rise an inch,I'm fallen.I hear a distant voice,so I call out to the wind in reply.But the voice I hear is just an echoof a girl I once knew.I call her name,but she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984963/ My tears fallen as the leaves in autumn,My knees trapped between my crossed arms and chest,My back against the only wall that holds my brokenness,I give into hopeless desire and wishful thinking.I dream of fantasies and fairy tales,Make believe happy endings and redemption for every path a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984962/ Please don't give up on me.I may not be perfect,But this I promise you,One day I'll make you proud.In the meantime, don't give up on me.If I cut myself, it's onlycause I'm tryin' so hard.It's only cause it's all so new.And yes, sometimes I get a little scared.But don't give up on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984955/ I hated her.She gave birth to me,and I didn't want to live.She protected me,and I didn't want protection.She told me what to do,and I didn't want to be controlled.She set house rules,and I didn't want to be restricted.She paid for my college,and I didn't want to learn.She calle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984954/ “Lies” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984952/ Every step is a chore,like my legs don't want to move,like they're children being dragged to school.Every word drains my energy a little more,like my lips are glued shutlike each word takes effort.Every breath is a gust of wind through a closed door,like my chest is empty,like my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984951/ If you've ever asked someone out, you'll get this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984918/ I recall a thousand timesof laughter, joy and hope.Yet though they should be bittersweet,I feel no beaming happiness.Every laugh of past stings me,every smile a burden.Forgive me for words of pain.Of bittersweet, I'm simply bitter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984917/ I walk around with a smile on my face,saying two words more than any other."I'm fine."I sit on my bed with my last resort in my hand,and red forms two words on my skin."I'm fine."I stand in front of the class with my notes in front of me,laughing as my partner cracks a couple jokes."I'm fine."I put .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984916/ The sun caressesthe dusty red curve.Without a mind,without eyes,nature creates arcsand layersand sparkling colorsintricately woven,dancing still and silent,drawing in eventhe most frightened of souls.The stars caressthe dusty, dark red curve. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984909/ to the heavenswhere I bleed no more.to the horizonwhere I fall no more.to the happinesswhere I cry no more.far away from here,anywhere but here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984672/ can you takefire upon your skinbefore you burn?can you takea knife digging inbefore you ache?can you takean uphill trekbefore you collapse?can you takea rope around your neckbefore you can't breathe?can you takeloving and losingbefore you can't love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984671/ The ice shatters beneath my feet.I feel myself sink with every step.The freezing waters surround my ankles.They brush the pale crevices,adding a layer of coldto the already cold heart.A child throws a rock, a stone.The ripples caress my jeans.Blue turns to grey asthe colors wade .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984669/ Through the wooden blockadeI hear laughter ring.I can hear her eyes sparkleas she throws her head back.I wonder what was said,but I’m not sure it matters.She is smiling brightly,and in that moment,nothing can touch her.My heart is warm.Her pure joy spreadsas light does th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984668/ We stand by the shore,her little fingers intertwinedin our hands.A silver frame surroundsthe blue wavesand brown sand.His green eyes twinkle,her smile is bright,my cheeks are red.I take the photo by the frame,and I throw it against the wall,sinking down to the ground.I hear a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984667/ Mommy, please talk to me.Was I really that bad?I'm sorry I didn't do my chores,I'm sorry I ate too much candy,I'm sorry I talked too much,I'm sorry I made you mad.Won't you ever talk to me again?I saw them take you awayin a red car with a loud noise.Daddy and I followed you.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984665/ After a phone call from a friendTelling her she's rotten,And after getting shovedInto a locker,She laysOn the cold hard floor.Writhing in pain,Her hands grip the phone.She decides to call,Her cut wrists bleeding profusely.The now red phone dials;The EMT's knock at her door.Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984662/ That girl you called a crybaby?She had just told her friendsshe wanted to die.When you called her a crybaby,she was at the edge.You just pushed her off.That boy you called a clumsy jock?Yeah, those scars and bruisesaren't from tripping and falling.They're from his dad.The one time of day he could fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984604/ A fairy tale says you've met the princewho makes you feel like the queen.It says you kissed him; he's yours.It says you rode off into the sunset,and you'll live happily ever after.But how do you know that the manyou say I do to will bethe love of your life in the end?How do you know that your lovewo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984595/ They grew up together.They were destined to havethe perfect family together.From birth,they knew each other.Their moms took turnsbuying formula for both of them.At sixteen, they celebratedtheir birthday together.At 25, he lifted her in his armsand told her he loved her.At 30, they were blessed witht.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984593/ I've seen you smile,I've heard you laugh,I've seen you kiss your baby,I've heard you say, "I love you."But I've never seen your eyes twinkle,never heard you tell a joke,never seen a restful night from you,never heard your snores in rhythm.There was a joyous, loving person inside you,just waiting to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984589/ I hear a sad sound every timeI pass the daunting big brass bells.For every time I go my way,I hear sad sounds of bells that play.It haunts me every day and night,till sleep approaches and I rest.I dream about the haunting soundof bells that chime above the ground.I dream a thousand familiesare cryin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984585/ I hear them crying outside my room.They think the walls are soundproof.They're not.There are just a few seconds before I have no presence.It's like a blank before I faint.This blank is forever.I'm going blind.I'm going deaf.I can't smell.I can't taste.I can't feel.I won't think.I won't love.I won't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984584/ Eep... I fell again...Right foot forward.Left foot forward...And... I fall again...Daddy, stop!Stop laughing!Sissy walks to me.I am annoyed.How does she walk?How do humans do this?I take another step and fall.Mommy runs and picks me up.I swing my legs.I whine.She puts me back down.I try to run like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984583/ The breeze lifts my hair to the sky,to the sun,to the curve of my right ear.He takes a large stride,pauses when my face contorts,tilts his head,and steps back.I can hear his mind's voicemelting into my ear,whispering,desperate,questioning.My heart beats a mile a minute,my thoughts blurred bythe brus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984561/ It's possible to write in writer's block if you write about writer's block :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1984560/ The perspective of someone who looks up to another from a young age http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1849244/             White walls. White curtains. A whitedesk waited past the glass double doors leading to an open room lined withhallways. A lady sat there, frantically going back and forth between twocomputers, a pen in her shaking h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1811294/ One of these days...Maybe I'll findsomething to hold.Maybe I'll findstars light my way.Maybe I'll findthat the stars aren't crossed.But in the meantime...That which I sufferwill never destroy me.That which I do wrongwill never define me.That which I breakwill never betray me.And someday, somehow...W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1811291/ Thegirl that laughed and played is a memory.Thegirl that loved to live was a lie.Ido not plan to die because I am already gone.I willnot say goodbye because I have already left.Yousee me walk around, but it is not me.Youtreat me like I’m human, but I am not... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1795124/ When someone seems upset about something, no matter how small it seems to you, empathize with them. You never know how big it may have been to them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1791308/ Up until high school, I always had two parakeets. When one met its fate, we'd bring another one home so they'd never get lonely. My first birds were Kittu and Bittu. One day, I approached the cage and found Kittu with her head bent backwards and her neck against the side of the cage. As if that was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1788011/                 My mother brokethe news to me the best way she could that I was adopted, but it was still hardto hear, as I then wondered what might have happened if I had two parentsinstead of one and they were the ones who gave me my life. I wonde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1783281/ The Minnie doll that once sat on the counter,the one that my little sister begged Mom to buyduring our trip to Disney Landis now a memory burned in my brainof when I was six and she was two. The day after our jet lag, I waschasing her around the house.I chased he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1783280/ In their last hoursI was drawing on the wallsat Angie’s house.In their last minutes,they were turningonto her street.In their last seconds,I was walking to their car;Angie’s mom was walking with me. I called out to them, butwhen they didn&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/treble/1783278/