http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lilith_Laverna The original writings of author Lilith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776268466 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The freak among the commonaround and around and aroundThe pace never slowing, only becoming easierEasier to feel, easier to seearound and around and aroundit never stops, we never sleepreality is taken and thrown into the depths of hellI am a freak, they are the commonThe ants in their long lines, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/1326130/ Each one tells a story, it shows you where I have been or where I will be in the years to come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/1019519/ My own personal take on the government, and how it was years ago as to how it is now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/1019488/ Slurred speech and cheap boozeThat’s all you ever have to offerMemories forging into one lump sum, the skies never changingtonesTomorrow will be a better day they say,But how can it be so if tomorrow never comes? One day leads into another, not a single moment of clar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/1019227/ Death the final awakeningSomber sleep of immortalsHands stretched out to touch the fog of others past livesSweet kisses of carnage Primal fear Nothing   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/1019226/ What does it mean to be human? To feel, taste, smell, hear,and see? The sweetest of sweets, bitterness of lies left on the tongue after anight of hot meaningless conversation. Thought I would say hot meaningless sex,which I would have but now is not the time for that. Now is the time for l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/1019199/ The blackness of his eyes, tainted and taunting His lips madeof red wine and cheap cigars The wandering of his lonely hands, greedily movingabout my body Playing like a piano, fingers gingerly dancing His voiceseductive and limited to only words spoken of Gods Grip hard yet soft as awhit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/1019181/ My take on politics, highly offensive and this is not really a poem, just random thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/939363/ The bottles line the hallDoes he dare fall?The question hung in the airLike a long forgotten fare The whiskey on his breathGod, he is such a messWhen was the last time he looked?Probably not since the last time he shookThe alcohol ridding his bodyNever has he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/911924/ This heart beats amillion timesHearing the chimes asI pay for my crimesHe was innocent andso was IWe paid the price forthat single highThe sky was so coldWe thought we wereboldI sold my soul to theDevil His grave marked witha pebble I wish I could take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/817137/ It no longer feels so nice.The needle has lost it's vice.Never has the world seemed so blandAs I stand in the face of death. Needing to catch my breath.What have we hereIs the ending growing near.Nothingness is what I fear.Hold me up and give me strengthAs I walk this road, at it's full length... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/815523/ Stripped by greed.Silenced by lust.The one, who looks atme, looks in disgust.As I lay in my bedIt runs through my head.What did I do to deservethis?A lonely girl withballed up fists.The silence screams athousand wordsJust to say "Ithurts"Was I a bad .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/815299/ I watched you grow. I picked you up when you fell.I masked the horrors our parents bestowed on us. You are now a young man trying to find his purpose in life.The path you have taken, little brother, is not the one of purpose.It is one of demons.Of hatred.The faces of these friends you have are not y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilith_Laverna/746811/