http://slow.writerscafe.org/lillibell The original writings of author Libby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979516 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I guess its about the seeing the beauty humour and irony in death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lillibell/1912802/ midnight screams sick lullabiessilences are full of frightKNock for me Knock for meThrough the wall we sharebeckon me from my sleep to let me know your thereTalk to me talk to methrough the wall we sharehonestly I can't breatheuntil i know you're there Pulled from the sheetsby ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lillibell/1907053/  frigid spill down the front of the thoraxcontinuing ache all in spite of the first actswept away by bristles of self contemptmy mind is tidy but my heart unkemptyou make observations just to cut me downthen play it as dumb, you know I'm scared of clownsIf I catch you in it, its unconscious ail.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lillibell/1899427/ say no to apathy, agree to living. you've sworn you're allegiance but life is forgivingsay no to observation, theres much more to dostay in the present, still breathless and mutesay yes to alert, to anxious, to scared. atleast thats doing, and you know what you bare.and, yeah it's more tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lillibell/1465362/ jesus christ, god damnscrabble tiles searthe january tanholy s**t,f*****g hellthese hands turn toconnect four as well http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lillibell/1337873/ It was assumed ear splitting screamsof course it couldn't not a chanceno whim to beand through the fuguethe fog, the hazean amorous onewho changed the pacethings got quicker I lapsed and smiledI let it in and proposed a trialbut more than thatwe became an alliancehand in handwith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lillibell/1334447/ you're my coltyou'd have me as foal, fooloh, but friend and Allythese overcasts don't hold youone eye wraps us in whiter sheetsthan summer steepedcould ever bleachbut others sweat usplaying for leasedry polyester cream already creasedothers still, more sleep, watch, resting ,dolefuloh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lillibell/1327692/ I can't write a word.When words have rusted.The patina tastes strange.I don't wish to share it.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lillibell/1197142/