http://slow.writerscafe.org/Luci_Vice The original writings of author Lucia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987682 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My shattered heart is crushedBy the gravity of your touchMy flickering shards transformInto sparkling dustThrough obliteration I am bornTwo celestial beingsColliding to formAn expanding worldHow lucky we are to have the endless voidThat we might scatter and skip across it foreverEvery trip a journey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/2765066/ One-sided http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/2765065/ It's been a long time since I posted, or wrote for that matter. I hope this is good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/2765064/ A story about sobriety and the perils of relapse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/2153367/ I smoke my cigarette out the windowI read sylvia pla†h but can't translate herIm lost as I have always been only now my loss seaks to voice itself like the cruel wind tha† shatters my bones How dare you condemn me, how dare you interfere with my nonsensical overwhelming fearCome in dea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/2012958/ I will admit, I did not find this drunken poem on a Tuesday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/2004383/ A spider ebbes back and forth against her web so as to mimic the reverberating tension of those once ensnared. She cannot handle the loneliness of it. She cannot understand how she is more like her prey now than ever before.A starving snake desperately weaves his tale through his own fangs, consumed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/2004381/ I feel like a projectile without a path. A bullet misfired. The intensity of my heart beating rocks my body back and forth like a crib. Numbed by medication the panic comforts me to the calming echo of a forgotten scream. Somewhere I know who I am, be it in the ignorance of my past or the wisdom of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/2001892/ Inspired by Nietzsche's quote "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1997356/ A dialogue between sober me vs drunk me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1997094/ meh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1997093/ He drank himself a shot in the morning. Away and lost I was by his touring of my own torn - up tattered stranded loathing. Entangled as he was by my shattered adoring - together we withered by our abiding wills.Lost thoughts not worth exploring...I live within the constant contrast of my past.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1997092/ -and the thoughts swirl around in my mind. Sometimes- and always forgetting to be unsurprised- the “clink” of the little goldfish I know rams itself rampant and battered in tow by the seemingly whirling and whizzing array of all of those troubling thoughts on display. When really the rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1995842/ My attempt at writing a short story. Emphasis on "attempt". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1995820/ Her screams were so beautiful that even her wails of agony hung with melodic harmony. Her skin so radiant it blinded those around her from the intensity at which it burned.Her grace so profound that as she stumbled to her doom men knew her only to be dancing, the glistening shackles she bore merely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1995810/ "write a poem using the prompt: I am from..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1995795/ ...ah, to be a kid again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1995038/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1994925/ First ever haiku attempt. meh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1993144/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1993104/ i'm not actually married it's a metaphor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1993102/ I wrote this a while back about a first date I had, nothing came of it but still, some things are fun to just appreciate in the moment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1993100/ I had been reading a lot of Bukowsky around the time I wrote this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1993098/ Based this off of a wiki-how article on how to forgive. It's pretty aggressive a poem so please don't be too offended by it, I'm mostly just venting here... it's good to vent.. guess that's step 3 lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1993095/ Where trees once kissed the skylineI find ribs upon a cageWhere pristine borders now entwineI once bore twinkling stageWhere honey once did glistenUpon my eager lipsI find they are now lappingBy pools of precipiceFor harmony now lackingGuides my beatless marchI can but stride on deeperInto the bindi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1992936/ Oh how I long to be beautifulTo have eyes the size of the sunAnd something brighter eveninsideto illuminate themAnd oh how I long to have a laugh that once sparked could set the world ablaze But my gums show and my teeth are narrowSo humor cannot phazeAnd oh how I long to have legs so long they need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1992935/ My neck is warm, too hot- almostThe fur is a dyed, pure rabbit lined scarfPoufs of pink and burgundyLining my neck like blood grown dark with timeAn ancient death too stark For someone like me- or anyone else to rewindSo why not allow my head to hover above my shouldersCut in two by the static comfo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luci_Vice/1992933/