http://slow.writerscafe.org/SapphGolightly The original writings of author Sapph en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109901 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about Mental Health and Trauma and relationships http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/2079610/ Your scent and body imprinted In between the sheets.The warmth dissipated, hungry. Cold.Maybe you were here once.Lusting after a different time, I was. Your eyes avert painfully, evasive.My lungs are caving inFrom your heady passionsAnd I wish for more.Once, I deliberately lost myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/1842710/ You. It had been five minutes and You made my heart leap toA place that I cannot revisit.You. I found your lips in the heat. I was already doomed.You. Your smile. Ineffable. Chest flutters.Her. What does she have that I can imitate? I'm losing integrity quicker than I lostTo fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/1842409/ You called me crazy, you called me stupid, I think you shot the wrong arrow, cupid.I didn't think I could love after him,My heart felt so terribly grim. Every day I felt my emotions spike,It’s something you really didn't like,I could tell by the way y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/1330345/ Flash Fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/1329804/ This is another experimental writing piece for uni - I cut up a load of Radiohead lyrics to make a poem - it's part of the assignment so I swear I am not deliberately plagiarising! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/1324049/ The moist paper fell inclumps on the floor. We slowly looked up from its harsh descent. We looked fora fleeting moment, searching in each other’s faces for a question. A papier-mâchéheart is splattered across the tiles. It wasn't red but I wish it was. Themagic i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/1324035/ I'm sitting awaiting your return.You're no loverNo friendNo relationBut I will love you unconditionally.I won't ever leave you. The cockroaches know everything.I'm sure they won't tell,My hands are hidden from my face.I crawl around the perimeterround and roundUntil you come home. I haven'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/1056786/ Romance is a memory and the photo is empathetic.She is distant.The photo is charismatic as you are nostalgic.Stricken, beautiful.Crinkled eyes make for a timeless romance.The photo is melancholic as you are happy.Unfair.As the photo is lost my heart chants;Never me.Never me.Never me.The romance is l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/822163/ The city is a chamberAs the heart grows crowded.The city is reckless as the heart is loud.In the atria the skyscrapers peak,The strings of the city stretch and recoil.The pinnacle of necessity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/822071/ The skin is like paper,The book is protective.Skin is expressive as books are coarse.The book is a layer as skin is empathetic.My skin is lost so my book can touch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/822070/ When I looked out far to sea, The ground was moving too fast for me.Little red dots crawling to and fro,I whispered to them softly, “I have to go.” I watched the sun setting down below,And observed the clouds turning a pinkish glow.I wish I could stay her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/821172/ Marram grass scratch.Sun burnt skin.Hair floating in the wind.My chest feels heavyAs I watch the sun kiss the edge of the horizon.Did I see you there? Or are you merely a mirageDancing on the water.It felt like a wrought iron bar to the headWhen you disguised your inextricably yet sadly beautif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/812143/ Small and insignificant,Warm and innocent.Turning over slowly in soft flesh,Fluttering,Unwanted.I never knew you. But I loved you.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/811043/ It is something neither of us want; the twist in your mouth says it all however. I soon came to realise that was your trademark signal; a forewarning towhat was to follow. Was this all predeterminedan absolute path of actions thatwere imperative for us to con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/811024/ Weboth lay next to jaundiced walls, Undersepia lighting listening to ambient sound. Theatmosphere is full of regret and guilt,Stupidityand poisoning shame.  Thewarmth of the covers is impenetrable Tothe cool despair of the room we have been confined to. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SapphGolightly/811021/