http://slow.writerscafe.org/dianeescobia The original writings of author Diane Dollisen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776019759 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I walk around and feelnothingBut sometimes I stop And I’m awareFor not more than a fewseconds I watch the silhouettesOf the waiters, the laterunners,The conformers How their eyes wander, howtheir feet hurryHow their bodies obey .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/1147809/ You woke up againWhere is she?I need her to hold meI need her to put me to sleepI said she couldn't do that anymore RepetitionBut I'm not tiredI know what this isI'm hereI will hold you and put you to sleepYou said you were tiredI watched youcry until you couldn't breatheAnd felt my hands tremb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/1144414/ 4 in the morningThe tie is on the tableThe pills are goneThere's a leak coming from upstairsThere's a boy running in the hallwayA woman with dark blue hairHanging over youThere's a banging coming from downstairsYou don't understandWhy you can't moveWhy there's blood all over the ceilingThe woman and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/1144187/ When you sat me on your lap I never asked you for the worldI simply pointed to the darkness andAsked for a closed doorA Black Room hidden awaySome colored paper maybeAnd a blanket softer than cotton But then I cried myself sickOne silly afternoonAnd you w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/1144169/ Long before this chaos met safety,the air and the concrete felt nothing but the wind and the weightof a girl once known as Rain.Long before the sunshine moved in and the blue outshone the grey,She was all there ever was and she was all I had ever seen.See, she used to wander all through th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802575/ Poem I wrote & recited for English class when I was in grade 11 -October 17 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802563/ November 30 2007; never forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802562/ Sometimes I close my eyes and wonderWhat it feels like to flyBut there you are, pulling me back to the ground.Reality, how dare you?How dare you startle me when I’m in the clouds?You are like a spider on the bathroom ceiling,The moment I notice you, I start to panic.See, you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802545/ March 29 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802540/ January 6 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802537/ May 30 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802536/ May 13 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802534/ May 9 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802532/ May 3 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802529/ April 25 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802525/ March 19 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802524/ November 2 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802523/ February 5 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802517/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianeescobia/802490/