http://slow.writerscafe.org/LouLouBelle The original writings of author Laura Kate en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067426 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Someone kissed me last nightfamiliar warmth, wet lipsand a silhouette which I recognisedhis outline leaned towards meI looked for him where his eyes would beseeing only vast spaces of darkness- I know you... I know you ...hesitant fingers ran through his hair tight curls on the base of his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2785159/ through the forest of our consiencea depth of thoughts withinin the darkness of our mindsunder the weight of soul searchingto look in a different directiona change of paths will comethe lightness un-shadows your burdena freedom you will find http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2780235/ How can it beThat the one person who swears your protectionWho tells you he would take you under his wings and love youAnd cherish youBecame the one person you were afraid of mostThe person who scares youThe person you would run fromThe person who knew how to hurt youAnd would do so time, and time a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2780233/ Since you passedTo that place unknownI’m no longer afraid of dyingFor I’ll be going to the same place as you I know that for as long as I’m with youIn this life and the nextI’ll always be safe and happy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2780232/ Thoughts tangled with feelings, suffocate from insideAnd today I realised that the only way to relieve myself is to let them outTo allow them flow freely as the wind through the leavesRustling gently high up amongst in the treesAnd may the weightless air carry with it the colours which I feel L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2780231/ Never afraid of the dark when aloneghosts are my friends and demons I know they follow me around as if I’m their home,saying they've got nowhere else to goI’ve nowhere else either so we sit and we talk reminiscing the good times the bad ones, them all&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2779925/ It was so beautifulthe way you moved your body to mine that endless night you could have taken my life awayand I’d have forgiven you so many tears have escaped my eyesI’m not even sure why they still come  tears because I loved  you  tears&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2779309/ Sitting on the wall of self-reflectionrealising truths that hadn't beenfear that acknowledging their existenceforces them deeper into realitywater welcomes sparkles on its surface catching the sun's illuminous glowfaith flows freely among it till there's no-where further to goonce the spar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2778134/ I think of youevery day the sky is blue I've dreamt of you every night the stars shone bright I miss you in every moment the Earth turns and I'll love you for as long as the Sun burns. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2777900/ ‘Don’t let go,’ I begged of himmen of the sea came swarming in lunging their bodies against the waves if caught there’d be no way to escape.‘Hold on tightly!’ Dad replied,‘step your feet inside of minealthough they are five times the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2776894/ Good morning, humble bumble beeswhat beautiful things you arewith black and yellow furry stripesand tings which carry you far.Hello there, bonnie bunnies making your large feet thump!with great long ears and fluffy tailsand look how high you jump!Look! A great big buzzard,with wings that help h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2776892/ When looking out at the waterI'm consumed by insatiable thirstthirst I know that the currentsof life will likely never quench when the gentle ripples of the lakemirror the same formations of the cloudsand the greys and blues of the waters match the same hues seen in the skiesbetween the va.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2776891/ 'Good morning' he whispered.Rays of silk-blush pink glistened through the airand the first petal began to unfoldrevealing the lotus' shimmers ofkaleidoscope colours, penetrating the boundless space. He woke me every morning this waythe lotus unveiled herself one petal at a time,little by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2776781/ Please don't fix your gaze on meand tell me that I've changedyour eyes penetrate me with arrows of despise and I cannot bear the shameI know your perception not to be truthin reality the real me you never knewI became myself once your chapters were writtenyour story read and your typos forgiven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2773555/ I'm not even really sure what this is, but I wrote it 4/5 years ago and it has taken me this long to be able to look at it again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2771662/ Do you remember where I took you?I held your hand and lead you down the path of glittering rayseach one reflecting onto the blush-pink roses towering above.We stopped to pick the daisies"he loves me, he loves me not"Over the red-brick walls the Robins fluttered their wings and leaped&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2766199/ He holds heaven in his handswhen he touches mestrong finger tips caress my skinleaving behind them tracesof starlit skiesfluffy white cloudsand immensely bright,white lights.Thunder rumbles in the distancemy skin begins to tremblewith just one touch the heavens abovemight open and quench&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2764956/ I undressed myself the time had cometo stand in front of the mirrorand confess it all - The late bloomerI held my breasts  'I used to think there wasn't enough of you!' I smiled  swirled my hands up into the airswivelled up on to my toes and twisted my hips towards the glas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2764269/ I missed out on loveit wasn't there for meI took several detours that all bought me back to the main roadmaps turned upside downstill brought me round in the same directionI even went right back to the startback to where I came fromthought maybe southern hearts couldn't stand the coldbut b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2764102/ You always felt alonemisunderstood by othersseparate from the rest going against the grainnever wanted famecould never stand the looksnever anyone to trust.You always felt alonealways on your ownsmiling on the outsideescaping in your minda safe place no-one could findeven if you shared with the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2764019/ An extract, possibly going to be part of something else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2763157/ 'Where fromLeft home a long time ago The train instructor asked me 'darling, where y’a going to?'I smiled and I replied 'anywhere I can call a home' He said 'love can you help me, with the name of this place?' I said 'I would if I could but I don’t know'.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2763156/ Jennie wears a pretty dresswith flowers of marigoldshe dances in the meadow watchingshimmers of yellow and gold they glisten in the sunshine catching eyes of the birds abovewag tails gather on the ground  they tap and dance alonga sudden fleeting darknessbrought a cloud of cold aboveJ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2763155/ I went to the pier at midnight Jean Jacques said he'd be waiting for meI didn't believe him, not for a secondbut I had to be sure I wasn't wrong.He'd been working all day on the towerthe north winter's air brought a chill to his boneschapped his hands and turned his nose rosesaid he needed my &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2762677/ There's a blackness above methere's a darkness under my feet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2762010/ I heard my heart letting out a cryas it listened to its mind telling her I’m sorry, but it really is over this time - acceptance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2758869/ I saw the panic in his eyesthe golden picnic rug he lay for me is frayingcracking under the heat of the midday sunchampagne flutes still emptymagnifying the intensityhe chose a beautiful spot on the hillI couldn't hear the traffic from the town belowonly the soft muttering of awakening birds ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2758842/ mischievous, isn't it?this thing called loveit's the least reliable thingI've come to knowor not know at allin factmaking us wholethen leaving us emptythe missing piece we never knew we lackedand suddenly everything seems possiblemore possible that it had ever seemed beforegoshI thought I was just f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2758803/ Snowflakes sparkle under blankets of snow,roots sharing stories from long, long ago.Swaddled-tight babies brought down from the sky,whispering winds lifting eagles that fly.Grandparents celebrate their 50th yearhands cherished closely, champagne and cheer.Dancing around fires on cold autumn nightssp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2480715/ I see him looking at me through the eyes of my grandfather. Somehow, I know that he understands me for who I really am, in the same way only one other person ever has. My world turned upside down when I lost him.It's like I lost my own reflection.No-one could see me now, and sohow could I see myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2467977/ Paint me like one of your French girlslet me see your eyes on my skinfreely trace my body with pencilscan you pinpoint my essence within?See me in absolute darknessline my curves and outline my wiles shade in my deepest of secretslift the light from behind my eyes.Unite my plains in their dista.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2464559/ My iron silver liningbolts fly in the skiesthe blackness of midnight hides behind my eyesmy surest surprisea guilty delightdancing on the dunes whilst awaiting sunrise bricks of gold reflectingsparkling, glinting raysthe hands of wind liftingmy cotton as it swaysup and uppast the oran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2463952/ Missing the peoplewe've never mettears escape silently through our lashesa sadness we never knew we hadattempts to fill an emptinesswe assumed had always been fullwhen we close our eyeswe miss themas if we knew them once beforeas if we would know them if we were to feel them again in our p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2463418/ I keep your sheets close to me.Before bed I read themwith a heavy headand weepTears navigate the curves of my cheekssalty kisses linger around my chinuntilquickdon't wet the ink!I wonder which words might have been meant for me,inspired by me.Did you know I'd read them one day?Half way through,turni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2461495/ The songbirds woke me this morningat dawn, they had something to say I was drifting back down into dreamlandbut on they went, tapping away. They told me their daughter was missing, hadn't seen her for 2 whole days, I said that I'd help them to find her so could they please t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2173824/ He ran my fresh rivers to coal pockets of tempestuous heat forced the waters to boil wild salmon abandoned their homes and the empty riverbanks dried.Pre-historic rocks left sleeping below the groundwere woken by the nudging light winking at them from the ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2170718/ Apples can not be un-bruisedwithout first piercing the skin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2167850/ A ghost must be walking this path of mine -my bare, flat feet can’t feel it Under which grey cloud does our sun try to shine?My shivering skin can’t sense it To where should I look for my oyster of this world?My squinting eyes can’t see it.The pages ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2167849/ It was my housemate Nadia who signed me up to Tinder. She had decided that it was the perfect way for me to get out dating again after splitting with my ex Josh. At first thought I wanted absolutely nothing to do with this new faze of online dating. The thought of getting myself dressed up for som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2167846/ Poetry marked the endOr was it the beginning?The closing of one chapterMaking way for a brand new startIt was the turning of eventsthe wheel becoming unstuckBecoming exploration of the selfAnd the healing of ill healthPoetry was the writing of wrongsThe understanding of mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2167431/ A white heart glistened gently from the dark shores on the sandsteady seas they brought himto the safety of the landrestricted eyes went wanderingas the tides came dawdling homefrom behind the dunes, she saw himand her mind began to roamand though the sea salt's cleansinghad him shining clear a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2166586/ My tiger wanders foreign landsfar from the clutch of the hands of manhe won't commit to a single homewalls won't allow his free heart to roamand with his heart he loves too often tigresses hope that for them it will soften I rub your balm on my tense headand feel your warmth within my beds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2166161/ Perhaps I shouldn't stand out here beneath this fallen treeI wonder if I search around I'll find new roots for mecould it be that if I plant a new seed it will grow and blossom into something even better than... who knows?Making plans and building walls with no thought of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2165189/ If anyone could find a way to come through, there’s no doubt in my mind that this person is you. So I’ll wait on this side for a pleasant surprise, or until the last day that I close my eyes.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2165185/ How lucky I feel that I must beto raise my sleeping blinds and seeJack Frost has danced the night away;so I wake to a glistening, crystalline day. What a blessing it is to think, thatwith the flutter of day's first blink doorways to darkness enslaved swing openso eternal co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2160177/ mountains move through mecrystal diamonds of fresh riverspave paths from time to time connecting life source to life sourceuncharted grounds explored hills resurrected when the plates moved beneath meas my soils were shakingwhile my roots were quaking Mother Nature’s tears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2160140/ Speckles lifttheir peace disturbedby the oars of foreign rangers swirling and thensettling to their bedsas above they wade through their rivers.Confronting unknown territoriescreating distant memories trespassing all boundaries- swim unchartered waters Silence  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2159421/ Our chain is golden luminous glints run through meparallelto the metallic gleamsrunning through you sy m|m etry with its single knotted endkeeping hands in handsthe eyes' gazes fixed and lips longing the chain grows only ever more weightlessas time grows longer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2158653/ I pretended that you were in the same roomstanding around the tablecounting the stuffings we had this yearsage and onion - your favouriteand sprouts!You never were a fan of green'rabbit foodwho would want to eat rabbit food?!'you'd saytucking in to your turkeywith bread to mop up gravy.For the split.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2156685/ What was it likethat first morningdid you forget what had happenedthe day beforewere you expecting to find meright where I usually lay?did you want to scoop me inlonging for my skinto lure you away from your dreams did you reach to kiss  the back of my neckand run your fingers thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LouLouBelle/2156568/