http://slow.writerscafe.org/NicoletteRose The original writings of author Nicolette Rose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012994 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I dreamed I was an angel, chosen to cure the world's pain and in an instant I'd be free of my own...So I set out to be the best I could be - empathetically or pathetically, so...Words remain on a page,locked in my heart or conscience...Love is an undying journeyand I wish to remain around .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/836670/ i move with the voicesclouded underneath mebegging not to leave mefixing up your smilehold me.i'm faced with it every daya child prodigy gets lessonedby those who can't beat himonly mirrored charityi wander aloneand dusk reverses. a feature unworthy of circles of gravitycursed by a love only fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/800556/ this is what happens when you're coming off of mda, your boyfriend is asleep, you're scared, alone, and it's 6am and your head is not very clear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/800554/ old a*s automatic writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/800182/ it’s been the trial of a centuryto have your eyes so deep inside mei see the man that you’ll becomea soldier in a child’s eyes eager to break freeyour home is no longer a homebut your smile makes me weep and i haven’t figured out whyyou’re tortured inside and your heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/800181/ hate the mirrorit burns and it grievessoftly it weeps for your sanityhate the wetnessunder it’s eyesit holds all your faitha pastor’s ignoranceit singsit holds a melodyit leaves you in the dust while it runs awayit clouds the skyit burns your eyesit holds nothing of importanceonly vanity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/800180/ in the heat of this roomi dedicate the cool of the mindi treasure the soul for the warmth sure providesmy softness consumed, i gathered a few rosesa seed of luck against an aimless trollattacking your own existencein the heart of the beast, my own favored soul remainssequestered in sequence of the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/800179/ we all get stuck in the middle of the wonderwebthe circus falling on a cross-dressed ratwe tap we tap like rats like ratswe're all afraid to wash our hands in the groundlike our hands are the model from which we create our boundswe have all missed the signals from the elder treestraditions lost in a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/800171/ written in pieces while in England.. make of it what you will. it's not for me to tell you how to read or analyze poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/800169/ Sept 18, 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicoletteRose/796823/