http://slow.writerscafe.org/Malia_ The original writings of author Malia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011748 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fingernails covered in dirt from the moss green tangles against the bark hold residue on his fingersPulsing fingers touched by fire ignited in herOnly those fingers were laced with poison Traces of lost love seeps out from his hand dissecting her skin where her chest lays His teeth pour hone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/2005434/ Like a plastic bag Like a wasted napkinI float across the counter to be pushed around and never touched.Had my use for items inside me never be used but put away in the cupboard to glance at.I never did anything right with you.I always missed a spot of the counter you wanted clean.Look a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/2001789/ When you wish up on a starFairy dust so sweet and farA young child floating in the cloudsWith dreams of chance and hopeCrumbled away at the world she lives inFairytales to never give up onMagic wands and pixie dust only shimmer in dreamsLighting strikes with havoc heights fill rich soi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1998957/ Maybe I'm stuck in this world forced to capture hope every chance I get.Maybe he never loved me, perhaps I'm just like the last two. Just a fill in spot to fill the void within and be used and abused.Perhaps I too am lost in the trees with you while you hide in the dark and come out only when yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1992946/ I see the snakes slither on the ground in that old forest in your town.Leaving behind smooth edges of tracks.Those leaves rattle at two am, snakes hour has begun. A flesh of slick black on the rise, yellow eyes filled with poison so gracefully not a soul knows. Shedding of skin the true colo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1991887/ Could death equal a human?Is anyone actually livingOr did we all just come here for the boozeNobody loves anyoneI could die and not a soul would grieveBut then again people are selfish so they would be sad because all of a sudden you're not there.Well now who's fault is that?Suicide co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1970564/ Swollen heart insideLegs untouched from cold nightsAching back bending truthFingers numb, hearing liesEmpty stomach, cannot breathEyes puffed from salty waterShivering bed he shook it downPillows soaked while laying helplesslyShaking thoughts while existingNails unclipped from lack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1970560/ That's the girl everyone is talking aboutThe one that hugs her pillow when she has fallen asleepThe one who wipes her own tears even though there's a human beside her"She seems perfectly normal to me"That's the girl that brought cupcakes on her birthday to class!The girl who's name who can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1970548/ We all think we have timeBut time doesn't think about us it has usTime grasps us in pain so well Time is slow, a snake moving in the tropicsSliding to catch the pray.Time seems upon your back in those beautiful moments in life.Time screams out when life is bornA bright light of mixture.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1967159/ Currently emotionally unstable in this poem, I don't give a s**t if its not well written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1967089/ Hi my name is...Can you stop talking?Hi my name is...Hold on a secondHi my name is...Want to go do something fun?Hi my name is...For one second can you just listen?!Hi... I'm...Yeah, cool Hi, I just wanted to say-Do you understand how I feel?I...I'm sorry What is my name?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1930402/ She is the pillow that is being laid on while it's soaking with tears She is the heartbeat you hear in a scene when an attack is being played on a victimShe is that blanket that lays on the floor but never gets picked up She is a step away from death when a car crosses the streetShe is that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1930400/ Just like thatHer gaze turned into lightening She mattered less than she ever thought Just like that she became a piece of s**t Feeling so empty and hurt with minuscule bulbs that bleed in her veins Worthless like that piece s**t on your foot when you were getting ready to enter the classr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1926709/ Reading this sentence was simpleWriting these words were easyTyping these bold letters with heavy meaning, a breezeNow so rough around the edges she can't even remember what's it's like to keep to herselfHas being one self turned into another?Opening up like that sweet flower Has her ski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malia_/1926368/