http://slow.writerscafe.org/cynthiaaesthetic The original writings of author Cynthia Gelinas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065914 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm prone to addictive tendenciesmaybe that's whyI keep texting your numberbut not saving your name to itthinkingone more timeone more timeone more... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/1358896/ You always were attractedTo the girls that hid Behind their dead skin cells   Sexy That's what you called themLike a salamanderMaybePut their hair in pig tails hear whispers of a white devil being reborn   Stop trying to kid yourselfExfoliate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/1358895/ we used to say we were connectedthe two of usused to say you could feelmy heart sinking into the acids in my stomachcould feel it being slowly eatenaliveused to say you weresosorry, sorry, sorryand I’d sayno, noI’m sorryI’m sorryand your heart would sinkinto the hungry pit of your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/1358893/ not really a story.. just something I wrote to an ex back when we were together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/703211/ reallyyyy old poem I found of mine. haha I was so corny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/697130/ Deep down inside heresomewhereI know I’m justtrying to get byBroken hearts don’tmend to easily you knowYou keep telling meyou’re waitingAs long as it takesfor me to come aroundBut we’re so youngand so unsoundIts scary to thinkyou love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/697128/ She stood upon unsteady stiltsTired eyes dry like the flower wiltsViolently shaken, she wearily tiltsAs she quietly drifts away Inward flows the salty seaRealizations of there’s no where else she’d rather bePulled down under the surface and set freeAs she quietly drifts away .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/697124/ pretty old poem of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/697122/ It drifted in subtlyits stride, rhythmic, casualits fingers grazing my cheeklovingly, adoringlyand I fell into its touchnot thinking my guard downIt swallowed medevoured the thingsI held onto the tightestleaving the little thingsbehind &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/696520/ My white knuckles gripSo tightly to the edgeDesperate not to fallHead over heels again I can’t let go Of the world I knowWhen I’m not so sureOf where I’m going It’s not easy To give you all of meWhen I trusted you be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/693806/ We were standing in the windowA pair of solemn silhouettesDown cast eyes watchingThrough a faded vignette The squeal of your wheels were so angryAs you sped out of sightUnsettling the sands of our lifeLeaving us in the dark without a light Mother.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cynthiaaesthetic/693802/