http://slow.writerscafe.org/Christianne The original writings of author Anne’sRants en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986490 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Honestly just a crude and angry rant http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2827967/ Most people believe it a gentle whisper,of new life in bright meadows,of love felt for the first time,the sound of a nursery rhyme.I hear the growl of a cornered beast;a fierce rage in the deep.I hear that which would stircandle light to bright flameunquenchable; unleashed.I feel relief; knowing it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2812768/ Chasing yesterdaySilver dollar birch trees Flashing golden streams Sky’s that stretch Beyond horizons Of my sight Cool nights Rain roofed TinLight cracking and Thunder crashing Deep into the night Sterile places Smell of adventurePeople leaving For everywhere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2423062/ There is an emptinessbetween the sky-scattered with starsand dreams where we can fly-And grassy meadowswhere we skipped and ranwith light heartsand lighter feetThere is an emptiness;deep, heavy, infiniteI hear it sometimes late at nightI know it visitsbecause even the buzzof silence has ceased .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2174813/ Thin Ice, Frosted white,pooling by frozen curbs.They crack, like brittle ironto a child's delight.It says "broken, but beautiful;I paint the city streetswith a feeling; coldAir. Disturbedby metal machinesparted by speedso you hear it leave.It breathes-powerful-a set of living lungs.Of through-w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2167135/ I forgot the music;the way it bubbledout of me,desperate for escape.The way it rippedacross my soulinto my fingers and away.The way it lifted meon feathered wings,and carried mein its wake.I forgot the music.The way she comforted mein my griefand cradled me; safe.At the end of the day,when word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2162842/ It's crazywhat can happenin the blinkof an eye.__________________People get engaged,babies are born,and others agewatching the coming storm.__________________SometimesIt all passes you by.But it's crazy what can happenin the blink of an eye.__________________Normal day; Busy dayTime for work; never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2143573/ So tell me,Without hurried refusaland empty assurance.Without patronizing amusement.Could you love a monster?Could you lookinto apathetic eyes,past those dark figuressilhouetted by fire.Could you lookpast dirt encrusted fingers,fists clenched with steel;past these twisted features.Could you love a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2143136/ You, are so many things to me.I can't count the meaning.It is difficult to see;but I see you when I'm dreamingI remember cold nightshuddled in your arms;war raging above usas we talked of flying kitesOur ridiculous tea partieswhere we drank with grim faces.while you spoke in another accent;pursed li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2140417/ I stood alone In the crowdWhere are you?Where are you?The buzz filledmy earsevery conversationcrystal clearNone from you.None from you.I was tiredof these one-sidedarguments;You were quiet.What to do,What to do.My voice echoedback to me-a thinlittle tune.Leaving soon,Leaving soon.Where are you?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2138806/ I see it ripple and danceto some beat of its own;rings interweavingto disturb the glass surfaceI see it foam with anger-a roiling black massand my heart cries outin affinity.I see air deep, embeddedwhere it doesn't belongan infection, to becoaxed from the bodyI see it - still and silent;solid, so I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2137539/ When I was littleWe didn’t just dryOurselves off after a bath. The towels were wings And we were birdsThis was our craft________________When I was littleAnd we went on Drives in the country, The hills were the tracks Of a roller coaster. It wasn’t an act.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2136279/ She stood,on the edge of the precipiceA silhouette against a blood red skyThe wind a whisper in her hairThe sun, a watchful eyeShe considered her fatewith a whitened fistand asked the question "Why?"The heather didn't answer herbut twittered to themselvesthe wind teased her once again-dancing light .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2136054/ "Can we go,before the sun bleeds on the sky?".Booted feet tap loudly on the floor;The question posed-a little lady with brown eyes"Why the wait?".She demands to the listless crowd"Why not go now".A china doll among the downThe lineup stretches longerand milling throngs clattershifting restless, they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2135901/ for a grieving friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2135776/ Why do they writeThese broken proseThese disconnected thoughtsTo the starsIs it for that black holeThat lives in everyones chest?Or maybe to say, “give me the loveAnd attention I pretend to detest”We are all these lost childrenWe ask for just a look in our directio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2133412/ Let these flames climb higherLet them raze me to the groundLike Icarus and the SunLet these embers reach the starsLet me never be foundAs for me and my houseI will always choose the fireAbove the flood, without a soundLet these flames climb higherLet them raze me to the groundAnd let it be knownI wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2129106/ The world is wrongI watch the decayof an Autumn dayand wonderwhen was itthe song had stopped?Was it when we thought?Thought of better timesor better not?When cautionary talesruled every stepwe brought?The world is wrongI listen in the silenceushered in by dread,by draft of doubtwhen spoken wordis he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2126638/ My Castle is full of many roomsof wandering halls and mazesIt's cold and empty;Dark at sightTo see it your way would be a frightYou see thorns, but I see rosesbecause I know beauty comes with pain unreachable, lest you prick you fingerand Always, Always bleed a little My Castle is full of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2123916/ We are dreamerswanderers of the starsWe are believersThough we don't know who we areWe are everythingand nothingwe don't expect you to agreeThis is our legacyPast mistakesand future reignswe are never freefrom responsibilityTrapped by expectationsby disappointed strangersYou are not the same as meTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2123835/ It's so easy to lose myself in the past. I must try to leave it just that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2123753/ People don't understandI desperately need someoneEveryone doesBut I never have the energyto go the distanceThere is always that screaming fearThat they'll hurt you, and think"We don't want you here"Because they're peopleand people always doI desperately need someonebut fear has it's claws at my thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2123743/ Sometimes I wonderDid you let me gobecause I doubtedyou were ever holding on?I doubted the securityin your armsOr if I fell You wouldn't catch meI believed whispered"I Love You"'swere beautiful liesof those still asleepI believed in the distancehiding behind your eyesthat beheld allThat you had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2123610/ Did you hear it?In the noiseIn the colorIn the city lightsDid you hear it?in the windor maybeon a cold summer nightDid you hear it?In the moons sweet songor feel it whisperagainst chilled skinOr maybe itis that feeling on the backof your neckThat feelingin the quiet corners of your mind"I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christianne/2123588/