http://slow.writerscafe.org/2112olivia The original writings of author Olivia Danielle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041534 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Loving you means knowing you will hurt meAccepting that our story may have an endBut choosing every little moment in between Knowing that we may not have a futureBut we’ll always have the presentUncovering what’s behind your wallsAnd helping you to dismantle them brick by brickLovin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2777123/ Hopefully many can relate to the feeling of putting so much thought and energy into someone and not having them feel the same way. At least we have nights, our times of weakness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2765373/ I build my sandcastlesI sled in the snowI come home with cuts and bruisesThat’s a day worth livingI’m surrounded by my familyAs they sing me a songI blow out my candlesThat’s a day worth livingA bottle falls to the floorI look in your bag for anotherI dry my tears in secretThat&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2765271/ I found the wordsAfter three years of searchingI found the wordsI finally know what to tell youBut you’ll never hear themYou’ll never hear the eloquence of my wordsYou’ll never see the slight grin on my face as I deliver themYou’ll never hear the melodic tone to my voiceBut I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2765036/ I feel for youI don’t love youI don’t feel sad for youBut rather I feel emotions you cannotEmotions you were told not to haveOnes that were robbed from your cradleBy people who were also told not to have themAnd not bear children who possess themDo I feel selfish for keeping my emotionsD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2764914/ How letting myself drown in pain and self-pity nearly cost me people I hold so closely, how I've learned to love everything. The sadness, the people, everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2764654/ I feel numbMy body tingles at the slightest noiseYour name echoes through my headMy fingers pulseAt night my head poundsThinking of youAs if someone is locked upTrying to escapeYou would not have liked itThe flowers were whiteYou wanted yellowPeople cried and didn’t touch the foodI know you wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2764419/ The silence between us Is pure blissBut causes me more painThan you’ll ever knowI know I’m nothing more Than a thought that passes through your headWhen every other thought has leftSo that’s what I tried to make youBut it never workedBreaking the silence would only make e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2762937/ I put on a roseI compulsively straightened the petalsI made sure every piece was the right shade of redEvery fold was impeccable and made senseOr no sense, as long as it was perfectI didn’t understand why it had to be like thatBut I knew it didI braided the green stem into my hairThe thorns pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2762936/ My dream is to follow the waterI’m not sure where it will take meI’m certain I don’t careI immerse my feet in the warm mudThen take a step onto a rockI hope the rocks will guide meSome look promising, but cause me to slipSome, I don’t even approachSome I know will support meE.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2492500/ I knew where to find itYou hide it in the same place every timeI wasn’t sure what I wanted to findI saw itOr at least what remained of itYou don’t cover your tracksI wish you wouldBut now they're the only tracks that fit my feetThe only path I know how to followI wish I blamed you over m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2489566/ She put her wrist next to mine when I wasn’t lookingShe compared the sizeMine had no bite marksShe looked at herself in the mirrorShe saw her half-eaten bodyThe creature clamped its jaw onto her legAnd took a biteShe went to sleep Dreamt of a world without her creatureMuch to her dismay, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2488730/ How cold liquid from a corner storeThe kind that is served in a glass bottleThe kind that can show you your reflectionCould forever change youEvery time you feel that sour slitherEvery time you stare down the black hole of an empty bottleYou think painfully of meYou smash the bottleWatch the glass s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2487994/ If you like this, I suggest reading my short story Fix Me! This is about our society that seems to value looks over everything else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2487923/ Your words numb meUntil you tell meYou can’t tell meI can’t fail youI can’t not care for youDon’t be selfishI don’t like the last pages of a bookI don’t want to reach the endSo I put it down and walk awayYou hurt me more than mostBut I love you more than mostTell .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2482378/ "I can't fail you." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2482377/ My dear, I don’t like itI don’t like it when I hurt youWhen you pick me up and use me Do you know how much I don’t like it?I despise the feeling of my edgesDrawing a clean cut against your fleshI don’t like the side of my blade, my beautiful bladeBeing drenched in your p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2479521/ WARNING: This story does contain some graphic descriptions about skin and surgery, even though the surgery I described is more metaphorical. It's a sarcastic piece on beauty ideals and how they change http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2466931/ Tell me darling, how can I be angry with you next to me? How can I focus on one single bad thing when you sing to me? How can I resent the world in any way when you poke me lightly on the shoulder? Tell me darling, how can I be sad with you next to me? How can I cry and wallow in self-pity with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2466562/ I saw the world yesterdayA different way than todayYesterday I stared at the world submerged in waterI floated like a dreamPassing the waves and ripplesWaiting to wake upEverything around me was blurryI could feel every part of meBut my mind was lostI sat for a momentIn the water worldAnd let myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2466533/ You held one side I held the otherThe rope was frayed on my sideInstead of cutting the ropeI made it longerAnd longer each time you hurt meWe were far apartThe rope was frayedBut that one string never brokeI couldn’t break itNo matter how much I wanted to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2466334/ The day I kneel before youIs the day I give upYou save those who forfeitYou help those who caveYou hurt those who standAnd don’t plant their forehead on the groundThose who kneel are frightenedTheir tears sink into the dirtReplenishing itLifting the very ground you stand onI do feel for themIf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2466166/ This is a poem about body image, feeling rejected by people for what I looked like and measuring my self-worth based on what other people thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2466163/ White lilies filled the room, enlightening everyone with a smell that can only be described as summer with a hint of vanilla. Andela stroked the smooth wood of the banister back and forth. Her rings lightly scratched the surface, and her earrings lightly scratched her neck. Her shoulders tensed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2466071/ You were my first loveMy first heartbreakThe only person that circled my mind everydayThe one who made me abandon my principlesEvery time I would try to approach you, I got lost in the green irises of your eyesI tried to pretend you weren’t thereEasier said than doneYour crimson hair stood out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2465998/ She had a certain smell, something pungent that followed her everywhere she went. Her hair was black with streaks of grey, and she had a smile that revealed her yellow, crooked teeth. She looked like a nightmare, every time she came near me I’d squeeze my eyes closed and pinch myself but she&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2465975/ I watched you from the windowFlipping through books Licking my finger, page by pageWondering if you were on the same one I wasYour kind emerald eyesYour dark brown hairI pressed my hand against the windowWaiting for you to do the sameOne yearYou left your jacket in my carI left my words in your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2465949/ This is a preview of a book I've been working on, it's the sequel to my book "OCD~Odd and Certainly Different" a story told in two perspectives. By the girl, and by someone in her head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2178742/ Don't look into my eyes if you don't want me to do the sameDon't playfully touch my arm if you don't want my heart to meltDon't lean into me if you don't want me to rest my head on your shoulderDon't compliment me if you don't want me to be your special someoneDon't make me cry if you don't want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2148390/ This is the second chapter of my short novel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2119758/ This is a chapter of a book I'm working on. Loosely based on my parents who had to overcome many hardships, only to find each other and fight together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2119330/ This is why I have been MIA here for a couple months. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2118066/ This isn't my sob story or a cry for help. It's just life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2105376/ You know the stars, they dance.You said to me one day. My hair tangled between your fingers as we rested at an uncomfortable angle. I told you you were crazy, but in a playful way. I would never say something to you that’s that upsetting.You merely laughed.Look up at the stars. Look how their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2100618/ This story is not very straightforward. Some people may understand it, some may not. I just hope it touches those who do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2092893/ I never realized until now that colours are something I often take for granted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2090502/ Never forget those most important in your life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2089798/ These are the first four chapters of a sequel to my short novel "OCD-Odd and Certainly Different". This is through the perspective of the main characters (from the previous novel's) daughter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2086269/ He looks at her. She looks at him. He tries not to avert his eyes, even though every fibre in his body is telling him to. The desperation in the air is so thick one could see it as a black fog. He closes his eyes, and presses his lips against hers. Her eyes are open. They both have the same thoughts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2086258/ This is a story about how I learned and am still learning to navigate through tough situations. And how I learned to properly place blame for those situations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2083618/ The prison was empty; I didn’t know where my son was. My mind was racing. I pressed my back up against the red brick wall. As I slid down, I could feel the rough edges peeling away at my dead skin. The moon hung heavy from the window where my husband and daughter stood fearfully. I dug my nail.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2074622/ I don’t know what to tell youI could start with day oneWhen I saw your golden locksAnd your deep blue eyesHair like the sandEyes like the oceanOr perhaps I could start with our fondest memoriesBut you know all of thisWhat is something I could tell you that would make you feel how I doMake you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2073168/ This is a small novel I wrote on what it's like to have OCD. This is not meant to generalise, this is to help people who don't have to endure it understand it more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2067294/ toThe love of my life, I told her.You are the love of my life.We only have each other now, which is all we need and all I wantI can’t wait to meet you.You’ll have my eyes.I’ll give you everything, I told herEven if it means giving you up, she thoughtAs your world, your life your ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2063116/ As humans, we continuously let toxic people into our lives even though we know they will hurt us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2054284/ Closed. Open. Clear. Obstructed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2054039/ Our story begins 7 years ago.A fenced in playground.A quiet girl.With no one, no story.Across the fence, two girls, hand-in-hand.Both staring, curiously.Wondering where to begin.They picked up a pen, and wrote my story.They drew me a world, filled with colours, love, and magic.I was so much more to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2054034/ I haven’t fully grasped the concept. As a compulsive liar, once something so life changing is true and in motion, I find it hard to believe. I keep waiting for the moment I wake, or at least, the moment when I discover I’ve been lying to everyone including myself this whole time.Denying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2053529/ Voices we all have in the back of our minds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2044920/ I didn’t get the privilege of last words.Instead I got the reality of a phone call.If I had known this would be the last time, I would have taken her in.I pushed her away in hopes to not drown in the waves of knowing the time would come.The shattered picture frame on the floor.The beach. She a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2112olivia/2044604/