http://slow.writerscafe.org/toomanywords The original writings of author Jodie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021682 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 trauma poem yay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/2027015/ sublimation: noun [uncountable][1] the process in which a substance is changed from a solid substance into a gas or from a gas into a solid substance without first becoming a liquid.[2] the process by which i fell for him. uncontrollable, black and white, i've never known grey anyway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/2020338/ i used to call you a rose sometimes i think you're a dandelion.one of misfortune and swearsand caresses down a tear stained cheekthat make me feel loved for a second.that's probably due to familiarity.naturally i had to sneezenaturally i left my heart oozing with your nectar... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/2018412/ i want my blood under your nails. bruise my lip andtell me i look prettier that way.sit with me and call me baby and love me,pleaseplease love me.and then choke me.i want your name to be the last thing i say.- j.f. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/2018411/ it starts the moment i wake up and it never ends.i deserve pain i deserve paini deserve pain. i am a dead girl walking, dead eyes, no lightpuffy in the nightwhy can't i laugh during the day without him?why can't i feel useful when i'm not being used? 3am isn't for sleeping,it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/2018409/ sometimes, things end in whimpers.sometimes bangs, which are more definite.but at least with whimpers,you can tell it's the end. and sometimes you don't know. it's been longer and longer betweenwhat's been happening to youor what is happening to you? you can't tell. it's blurry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/2018402/ it echoes when i breatheand when you say that i'm pretty. words as hollow as i feel on the nights you're not here to hold me. i like brown eyes and hands that aren't always gentleand words acting as curtains. sometimes a squeeze can be a blanket. sometimes a needle goes in and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/2018049/ the needle went in and i winced.necessary, healing.flow through memake me better. please. make me better,like the anxicalm never did.like the nurses who smiledand huggedand promised it wouldn't always be like thisnever did.make me betterlike avoiding the scales,and co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/2009728/ i'm drunk and it feels like i'm with him.it's the same, really, my head is spinning in time with this globe,my heart poundsin time with clumsy feetstruggling to keep up with a long stride.there's a heavy feeling behind my eyesand a giggle on the tip of my tongue,rum-and-coke flav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1994330/ i feel heavy, and i don't know why.i'm lukewarm and blurry, just out of focus,my brain isn't attached to my body,not any more. there's a cold setting deepinto my bones, and i drink monsoons of tea but the shiver lingers.i have never done grey. as a person, i am always black or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1990596/ my bones don't ache so muchwith the cold, this december. maybe, it's thanks to thawing smilesbeamed in my direction lately,or his visible breathwinking at me on frosty days.or our wet-lipped goodbye kisses in the rainand friends with pure ecstasybubbling out of their laughter,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1989086/ when he holds me i feel whole,like all the holes inside me have been filledwith the melted butter colours that diffuse through the skywhen the sun setswhen he holds me i melt,and i feel like candyfloss getting tucked under his tongue,it's sickeningly sweet and hissugar-spun k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1989028/ your laugh is soft, and painfully happy.a voluptuous tune that bubblesout of your mouth, and reachesall the way up to the stars((your twinkly crinkly eyes)).maybe that's why i would paint myaching heart gold for you, beat it until it beats regularly,and stick aroundso i can drink.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1986315/ i wake up tearful and fearful my itchy-eyed mind springs to safety,to him.adrenaline still coursing through my aching veins,i wish the fleece blanket ofhis arms was here to hold me.smiling, he could blink my nightmare awaykiss my tears,assure me he would never let anyonetou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1986052/ there are questionsi don't want to be asked, onesi will refuse to answer.yes, i hint and elude andinsinuate, exuding care-about-me, care-about-me,but do not ask meabout that. do not ask me whyi am so sensitive or why i cry when we have sex, sometimesdo not ask me whyi fli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1984191/ he's the laughter of i'm-getting-tipsy.the blinked smile of the first sip of coffee.the exhalation when you remove your shoesafter a long day.being with him makes mea sunset,melting, melting, melting, burning,melting.i hope we don't burn outlike the cigarettes neither of us d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1984111/ his smile is a wave passing over my body,and when it breaks,my world erupts in light.maybe i want to live in his eyes becausechildishly,i still fantasise about living in a world of chocolate,world of all sweet, no bitter,just like him, all sweet, no bitter.maybe i've stopped putt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1983865/ how can you call yourself a painter if you never paint? obsessed with labels, you paint once, suddenlyyou're a painter, and I, your muse. when it's nice out, you paint me.dark brown hair glinting in dappled sunlight under a canopy of trees, tall trees, in the forest we visite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1983854/ i open my book.always the same big and little words,all spelling out what they crave,what they can take from you. words to describe desire, desire.desire and stealing what is not yours,what was never yours.in school I was taught to ask permission before carrying out even the most bas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1983848/ we need a round-edged end,your peach-pit heart has endured so much.you sat there and we drank waterbut our hearts were drunk on wine. it will be a shame if your epilogue is as rough-hewed as our story.it's a pity there will be no soft, shared ending.- j.f. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/toomanywords/1983808/