http://slow.writerscafe.org/Svetta421 The original writings of author In Em's Wonderland en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972528 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Threatening half-quiet moments.I can hardly go anywhere outside my brain.Who could possibly sleep?To comfort myself, I lie inthe bathtub shivered underneath fleece blankets.When the pills sing me to sleep,they often talk in symphoniesto quell & quiet me.A swallowing silencedespite echoes of my o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2964063/ Bare feet in honey-speckled sandwhile I walk alongside nature's pool.A piece of me awakened.Little did I know,my heart was sold.Without all that bad love,my soul did a jig.My silent heart wept.Now I know better whatit takes to exist,for me to have a better life.The essence of truth(once soft & v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2964062/ We are gathered here todayto bear witness the spinning of poetry's cocoon.All these earth dreamersstruggling to guide their thoughts.Nervously killing time,attempting to fill the void that was left.A void of colossal.Overwhelming doses of emotionthus spoken into existence.Each song of the wind foran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2952927/ Oh sweet Cupid.My mystery, my enchantment.I wish to inject the essenceof you into my veins,unhinging my sanity.You're a beautiful kind of madness& I want to besinged by your passion.Your nighttime fool.Your daytime lover.This isn't some timeless romancewe yearn so badly.I will walk the razor for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2952926/ Most of what I feelis in my imagination.The view from inside my headis as if the TV is talkingto itself again.Surely, I am evadingmy responsibilities.I want something pulled out of me!None of us knew the ghosts.They invited tragedy.Await for something to decompose.I only fear whatmy mouth can't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2951793/ I live in my own worldlike the wanderers seekspirit of the forest.It is my heart,to be dependent on words.Something like wordscan be imagined, arousing.Tolerant of dark secrets.How can I finda way to praise it?What is writtenin these pages,these sentenceswill edge the void.Immune like fog. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2951792/ Why do you hold out those hands?To write you the poem that I owe you.We found ourselves in the first chapter,stayed there until winter's end.We've taken turns remembering.The chemical clouds deliveredit's letters with stamps that glowed& knew this was love.The quality of connectionto measure our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2951790/ A howling rainy void,I stood outside Love's Doorafraid to find no one there.Wherever I go, I keephearing this violin tothe airless space beyond.Spring, but still cold.I'm keeping quiethaving a cappuccino& a cigarette.In the distance, a rainbow.I sat outside Love's Doorwith my feelings,like a vin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2946063/ In the realm of the unbearable,doctor promises to make him comfortable.This is how the plug is pulled.Blind to suffering.Blind to joy.Yes, from above each looksjust as a graveyard.Beneath all this,he was never infinate.I believed the bodycontained the soul--eye for eye,dust to dust.To love the deadi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2946062/ Terror of being called to the frontto recite/present a projector required piece of dialect.I feel so cold at the crossroads.When an eye is upon me,I couldn't make a sound.Instead, I begin to gigglelike a child on a swing& each face melts into one another.Confusing, tongue-tied.The story is told .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2946060/ For the kiss to minglefreely to the ceramic lips.I no longer mournthe destroyed plate.Having overcome blank sight& how happy we can be.This is much sadder than tortured people.Their silences speak to you too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2945500/ Dense pill of white medicinestirring in your organs.Silent figures in white suitsinsist toxin would promotechanges to my thinking.To keep the brains inor it'll be the end of certain things.At night is worst whenI look at nothingwith my eyes shut tight.Almost all of life is floating.In time the worki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2945499/ I lit a candle last night.I didn't even call it strange.This is how we get the beloved home.Sometimes there is nothing to savewhen the past is brokenby loss, violence & trauma.The candle burned itself downbeside me on the sofa.Call & answer.Departure cannot be stopped,it registers uneas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2936022/ These short daysof December erase everything.No end to the cold,a blue mass of cold.I don't know whatthe truth was before this,but the end is nota place you visit.Is it theEarth coming apart...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2936021/ A silent man sits in a chair.He's more a silhouette,like those treesat the edge of the field.Moving through this ghost world.Candles, each flame a soul."See you on the other side,"he whispers softly,seeking forgiveness.Today the air is silent.Painful, this silence.Pressing against the dark,the dead .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2936020/ Based off of the song "Candyman" by Aqua http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2923029/ "It's the pen that speaks the loudest." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2922045/ Dealing with alcohol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2913246/ I feel around inside my head,in the languageparts of the brain.Born or hurt too early.Heartbroken & silly.New words opened new rooms,new into the world of air.See how I pass the time?My own recipe for salvation,a silver lining whenI get too 'gone'.Brain waves like a flare.Ideas intertwine.A web-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2913245/ My truest companyis an interior one.Told myself thereis no fear.Having estrangedmyself from people,the unbearable stillcasts it's shadowsbecause it drivesothers away.In the townshipof spirits a thinpart of me remains.Surely there's a waythis cannotkill my thirst. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2913241/ Searching for remnantsalong missed exits& wrong turns.Replaced by a painful void.Not in my wildest dreamshad I truly deservedyou in the first place.Second-guessing.Counting every minute.Dying with each season,my toxic traitsare unforgettable.Soon, you're justgoing to break.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2908829/ When love is real,it's the tattoo of a triumph.I'd cancel my whole nightto be your love bug.Once upon a time,my heart was yours.Not even a question mark.I am difficult,but worth itat the end ofa long day.To see you peacefully sleeping,I find peace instead of revenge.No matter how muchthey love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2908828/ A harmony is playing.You are the sunrise,and I am the sunset.Get stuck in my head on endless repeat.The parts of me that you love,the reddest of roses.You are the moonand I am a star.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2906525/ Within my chest there rests a black holeliving in purgatory,a grey world where I am already deadwith bruises on my hands.I open my lips to speak& I found I had no answer.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2906524/ I navigate by stars.The highs that take me out of this world.my compass is flawed,so I turn the volume down on my brain& the lows that crash over me.I am unwell.This is what illness is.This is what this illness does& I'm buzzing, buzzing, buzzingto withstand the emotional hangover.Until.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2906523/ Here is my garden,with rotting flowerschoked by endless weeds.I wanted,I wished,I wanted,I wished.I sat peeling the petalsof an old & withered rose.We come from dirt,we end in dirt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2906521/ Will you come be with my heart tonight?A thousand tiny pieces,like a lion it roars.Dark past scars are missingas the high vanishes out of sight.Our souls will ride.Your spirit is as pure as milk from a cow.Would you console it & provide compassion?Could you keep it safe & sound? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2898869/ Winter is a felon,a once imprisoned peace.The gray is depressing,confidence in a body bag.As the area is winter's bed...my ears were frostbitten.The sky is crying as the tears accumulate,tomorrows weather forecast predicts acid rain.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2898868/ The medicine provides the curing,contain liquid dreams of caffeine.Lighting my soul.Sweet tastes,linger & linger.Walk on water & fly through air.Feelings of pure rainbows.For nurturing is crucial at this point.Following the last drop,sunshine on a cloudy day.Sincerely,A believer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2898867/ Experienced varied emotions.Must use words by which to map them.Weaponry of our handsfor all who've been lost. Our goal is never revenge,we resurrect ourselves--radiant & realfrom these waves of woes. It lets us breathe,what we feel to be true.Here is our bond--a return & a de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2893517/ Sitting on the couch of my therapists office.For decisions we regret.Trying to make the hurtnot hurt anymore.I am only a mess of patchwork.Let me lie here whilebriefly dropping offtangled messes of thought."Sort out all your feelings,"as they say. Sick cells which found their way into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2893295/ The skip in my heartbeatwhen your foreheadis pressed against mine.A strange sense of comfort to it.Rome was not built in a day,but it can be a home--built with love instead of pain.Your heart is a mazeI lost my way inside of.A dash of fearbegs me to speak,and then you kiss me.I never have to wonderw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2893289/ The Big Sad--each wave is real.It's no big secret,but a warning aboutthe darkness out there.It was the wreckwe were looking for.Their flowers sadden us.Poured unused coffee grounds onto the tile floor. A few empty Coors(maybe a sip left inside them).Snacking on day-old donuts.Draws th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2893133/ Sorry to be so silent.The quiet mouthstamped on our hands.A lonely cup of coffeeat the edge of 4AM.Still alive after the dark hours,revisions to reel us back.There are a lot of littlethings to be done!Silence awaits, as ifeverything were always pending. Lost people,but filled with longing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2893131/ I was here before--begging for a hug involving thorns.Flicked them off if they refused.A beating heartI keep sticking push pins in.The taste of lonelinesslike a pinky holds a promise.And it ruins me.Here I am again--crack a cold onearound the cocktail hourand watch the sea storm rage.Forgotten .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2893130/ Quiet mornings between sheetsin an effort to be closer to you.With patient eyeshidden in grey skies.Catch the rainwith my bare hands.Every part of me openlike a tree that keeps giving.Beautifully fractured. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2887186/ TomorrowOn the edge of tomorrow,knot your fingers in mineunder changing skies.Goodbye is never far away,thus I hold a promisebetween my lips that I shall remember this moment.I do not wish for tomorrow.I will visit you at sunsetin this shirt of yours.A flower missing the rain.The way time passe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2886556/ When someone asks me about miracles,it's when I heard herread poetry for the first time.Here, in this room,we're intimately acquainted.I intimately understand it.I peel myself awayto make sadness a stranger.The peace of knowingdescent is an exhale.It's harder when you don'tknow when it will end.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2885987/ [My next love will require]:Pockets full of red flags,to breathe without apology.War paint withthe nature of gentle hands.Master the art ofdrowning out unnecessary noise.I only vow toexpress my inner thoughts,be authentic to genuine hearts& practice patience.To be loved with every brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2885986/ To sail in waters uncharted,we're all orphans.A sunken cheston the ocean floor.A flower deprived of sun.To be guided into armsthat feel like home.Dirty kids countbackwards from ten,flowers come outof their mouthsdelivered whole.Warm breath in my ear.You ask me to stay.Time suspendednow I am kept.Onc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2875713/ Scatterbrain.He wants to know beyond the basics.Sometimes questions swirlin my brain like a tornado.I know littlein my highs & lows.To not be caught walkingin a gray cloudset for us by time.The dizzying heightcalling me in.The mind is no fairground ride.There is no songfor a complicated kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2875712/ Head down in shame,she gave up the beer.Wishing upon a sorry star."May God help my soul."Deep within the core--yearning for another glass.She softly weeps---she'll conquer the spell.Being led a hellish waywith an upturned palm.Rational insanitybehind the laughter.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2875295/ Surf tickles my toeson a pristine, undisturbed beach.White sand beneath my feet.Uncovered a good luck nickelimagining the emotion involvedto let it go completely.Chase me into obliviononly because I let you.Hand in handfor keeping & sharing.Sun sparkles off the waves.You are the oceanI wish to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2875294/ Your breath speaks to melike gentle wind across hot sands.The song of the bird.The hum of a bee.In a season like this,warm breath for my neck.It is all I havein the world...A tune I cannot forgetmakes me wantto plant your voice.Why must it be my turn to leave your lips?An old woodstove cra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2875293/ In the earliest hours of the morning,cannot keep the ache silent.It still feels the samewhen it ends.It exists in all the veins,enough to bring me back to life.As you poured more wine--how you would look over at me;stars hide behind cloudsin the quietest hours of the night.Seco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2864988/ I am my own universemade up of unknowns.Always in a baggy sweater.Body always working to stay alive.I am a silent tornadolearning to bask in its imbalance.I am a box of matcheson fresh white sheets.There is oxygen waitingto fill your lungs.Place here the nameyou wish to speak of.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2864886/ With glory eyes,your lips brush my skin;whispers so quiet.Half-awake aftera good night's sleep.That soft magicbeneath my tongue.I am sad a littlewithout enough poetry.It is like a fifth limb.I don't like tocall it 'lost'.I write out the parts of methat won't have time to pause,yet will fit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2864885/ The art of staying in love;a radio that never sleeps.Does not become a goodbye.A slow dance with eyes foggy,driving with your head out the windowto catch the wind in your hair.Singing while we make breakfast,the wrong words on purposethen call in 'sick' to work.Build us a treehouseas the sun waves g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svetta421/2864883/