http://slow.writerscafe.org/rheaaehr The original writings of author Aehr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776183205 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Oh the broken walls, The fallen bricks, The creepers and wildflowers coiling the heart. Oh the dying sun, burning through leaves,Hanging from branches old,Whispering of stories untold. Oh the broken walls-Decades before, my home.Abode of my imagination,Musings of my blunt pencils,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1742661/ She is silver. She is drops of water hanging from the web of a spider.She is the eye of a hurricane. She is sonorous winds chimes and the breeze after rain,Fragrant with the scent of earth.She is rain, she is ice.She is frost on a mirror, A whisper in winter,Snow melting on pale, ros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1731583/ Mama told me, "Dance."Dada told me, "Don't."Mama told me, "Fly." Dada said, "You won't."Mama said, "Be strong."Dada said, "Begone."Mama told me, "I love you."Dada said, "I didn't want you."Mama said, "You're my world."Dada said, "What a stupid girl."Mama said, "I'll buy you a toy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1731275/ There was once a branch on a litchi tree,Greener than emeralds, as green as could be.It stayed, its leaves soft, smooth and trueUntil a storm it couldn't get through.Other branches, other leaves stayed strong and grew,But my beloved branch was weak and blue.I thought it would fall on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1731257/ She wore her brokenness like antique jewellery,Like something fragile and old, too precious to lose. Like rubies burning - a thousand souls churning,Guised as a common glass stone, painted red. She hid the passion of her wrath under smiles,Under peaceful yet firm movements, under a blurry veilOf pla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1728668/ I feel an ache in my breast,A sob trapped inside my chest.Memories rotting inside my head,I'm forgetting things I did and said.Like sheets of paper melting in rain,I try to hold on - but all in vain."They're going," I think to myself and sigh,Holding some of them back, trying not to cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1727200/ "Fear me," I hear,The words make me shiver.Like a lone leaf on a lone treeBy a fast rain-fed river.The spray of the spring, The swiftness in the air, My hands trembling and trying,I scarcely dare."Fear me," I hear again,Everywhere I go.Every second, every season-Heatwaves, ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1725421/ His eyes were a colour I couldn't quite determineBlue like midnight, intoxicating like wine. Stelliferous skies merged and weaved Into each other as dying stars grieved.And supernovae exploded underneath his lashesAs galaxies grew to be victims of clashes.A breath, frail, trembled on my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1719720/ "Dance with me," said he, holding out his hand,"Oh dear but I am weary," said she, her feet in the sand."The moon- ah the moon, it shines down so bright,To light the sea and the shore, black water and grains white.Oh dance with me darling," he said, his eyes glowing silver-blue.She smiled,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1706434/ Lovers die entangledIn fond loveliness, Stories that I read-My tears dampen the emptinessOf the white pagesOf the notebook I fillEre I slumber every night,Ere tiredness I kill.Oh, yet my heart sits rigid,Icy in its chamber of boneLove ricochets of my chest-I'd rather be alone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1695837/ The sixth year of my existence is a haze of sunshine, orange flavoured ice lollies and shreds and pieces of memories of my mother and I reading Enid Blyton in the evenings. I was the older and slightly more ill-tempered one of the two daughters my parents had given birth to. Aarti, my younger sister.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1695320/ Wrote my way through a block. SOS. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1601934/ I have never been a very big fan of cliches. Cliches, like poofy purple dresses that are seemingly drenched in silver glitter, and blond hair in perfect curls whenever they show a prom scene in a Hollywood chick-flick, cliches like chocolate on Valentine's Day, cliches like when boys say, "I'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1458916/ So drunk on the sunWhite light dances in my eyesColours smile behind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1424799/ He.. He was different.He felt skin connect to skin more than anyone else, at every touch.His muscles relaxed in a way no one else's did, when he breathed in, The scent crafted by the rain lingering in the air beneath the clouds.He saw more than what was before his eyes-he saw beyond.He hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1417573/ The day something takes away The greens that I love so much,And the same something sweeps awayThe blue of the oceans and seas, If something freezes the amber of sunsetAnd turns it to a lustrous grey,And the same something tricks the flowersInto losing their hues, petal by petal.That will b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1417562/ Why do I feel like This is all that will remain of us?I, looking at you-The sun lighting up your eyes when you smile,The way you laugh-a sound so melodious to me,The way you draw me towards you,And the way I restrain myself, Because I know that this is not real.And one day I might just wak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1404317/ Sometimes, they penetrate your mind and soul... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1402033/ I wonder how, when people look into your eyesThey see everything not very specialThey see-  The normality of the placid browns in your irisesWhen you don't even realize they're lookingBut not the light reflecting a thousand rainbowsWhen you squint up at the sunThey see- Nothing, but that y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1400722/ What if the moon came down someday,To light up for you and I?Would you care then? Or would I just be-Something in the corner of your eye?What if the stars sang a song someday,So that you and I can dance?Would I matter for the stars that twinkle in your eyes-Would I be worth a chance?What if the sun .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1399727/ If only I wasn't made of dust,The rays of the sun wouldn't passThrough my soul and show-Everything broken inside me.The scars wouldn't bleed out light,And the night wouldn't be my comfort.The stars above, burning to death, Wouldn't taunt me. For what I am made of,Is the remains of their as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1399399/ It was early July. The sky was a peculiar colour, born of pale yet lustrous gold, and cotton candy pink, one Zayn wasn't sure he had beheld before. It was twilight - the time of day that his mother called the magic hour. He pulled the window all the way down and looked outside, up at the sky. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1381539/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1381536/ If my stars decide to be nice tonight,And grant me one desireI will not ask for money, or silver and goldOr to flee a predicament that's direI will not ask for more wishes, Or for happiness that has no endI will not ask for eternal beautyOr the revival of a deceased friendI will not ask to feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1380675/ Chapter 5 of 'So Far, So Close'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1380359/ Chapter 4 of 'So Far, So Close'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1379448/ Chapter 3 of 'So Far, So Close'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1379446/ Chapter 2 of 'So Far, So Close'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1379441/ Chapter 1 of 'So Far, So Close'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1375137/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1375134/ It’s noteasy to let out a breath when you wish one of your next ones would be yourlast.  Its’ noteasy when you want to close your eyes and never open them again. Because youknow that you are weak. You know that you cannot handle the weight of beingalive any more. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1327071/  I’ve alwayswanted a boy who could write me a cheesy love songWho wouldmess up with the words and then ask me to sing alongSomeone whowould hug me from behind when I’m having a bag dayAndunderstand what I’m thinking without me having a word to say .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1284852/ ‘Bleed,’said the devil rising inside my head againLonging forthe unease and the excruciating pain‘Don’t,’said a whisper from the inner angel dyingTired of thehurt, the sadness and the crying The bladewas in my hand, ready to cut my ski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1262787/ If my tears were really so precious to youWhy were you the one to make them fall?If my happiness was really so importantWhy were you the one to take it all? If every little thing I ever said meant so muchWhy were you the one to not understand?When I needed help to ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1258915/ Those oceanic orbs stared into her emerald onesA look that sent a happy rush down her spineBut not a hint of a smile could be seen on his hard faceAnd still that look alone to her was nothing less than divine ‘You know I cannot stay,’ he said before looking away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1257519/ My face on fireWith every dab, it spreads onMy helpless hands know its for the bestAnd that the pain will soon be goneI fan my face for some sort of reliefBut my skin tightens as I wince in painAs I long for something to wash it away - Clear tap water or even the rain'Its not medicine,' I remin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1247654/ The longtranslucent blue vein running down the side of John’s forehead seemed to bethrobbing erratically. Fresh sweat seemed to mix with the open bloody wound onhis firm cheek, but his face remained stone-hard, and his blue eyes, a shadesimilar to the vein on his forehead, framed with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1246111/ A blue core at war with orange armsThe power that gives form to metals and charmsEyes like black holes, like ashes in the heat Raging in victory and in defeatA body of yellow and tresses of redBurning in every cruel word ever saidThe cause of one's rise and the other's fallLoved by many and fea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1240789/ I seehideous people with shiny sharp knives,And a mob ofpeople running for their livesAnd darknessand wicked laughter echoing all aroundSometimes,screams are the only sound I see housesburning, and dying birdsAnd oldpeople fumbling for their last wordsAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1207201/  Since timeimmemorial he has waited, for his chance, his victory, his turnFor hischance to rule the world, for which many scream and yearnHis swordstill gleaming silver, adorned by cobwebs and dustWaits tobathe in blood again, for that is his master’s lustSince.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1203124/  Frozen ice in your eyes, while in mine, a burning fireRegret in your heart, while in mine, there is desireWhile light is what you are made of, darkness resides in meWhile liberty is forever yours to keep, I’m never bound to be free Like good and bad, we walk .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1199594/ Dearest Devil, you know that this could never beWe are separated, torn apart, and that's destinyYou know I have loved you from the orifice of timeFrom the day I learned about you, that day so sublimeI remember your burnt skin, your scars and your eyesHow for me, you fought all the darkness, all the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1197447/ Once upon ablue moon, once upon a rhyme,Once upon amonsoon, once upon a time,Broken hearts decided to heal, to shove away all the painTo let the tears melt down quietly with the rainTo let the heartache give way to a better dayTo let the darkness slip stealthily awayAnd t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1196180/ So you just can’t stop talking rubbish, and trying to pull me downWaiting for me to get annoyed, cry out tears or frownYou talk about my beauty, the ‘horrible’  way I lookIs that the only trick left in your stupid book?Yes I have flaws, but I’m perfect in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1192904/ Like an uninvited guest, you invade my timeForcing me to despise you, and jot down this little rhymeBecause you, you're my enemy, even though you're devoid of lifeAnd I just mentally murder you all the time, with my knifeYou see, I'm a teenage girl, I have social engagements tooBut then I can never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1191998/ Just another teenage girl with her joys and fearsJust another teenage girl with her smiles and tearsJust another teenage girl who walks the streets aloneJust another wasted space: a diamond that never shoneJust another teenage girl, trying not to cryJust another teenage girl, too afraid to flyJust a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1190415/ ... Stay with me tonight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1188703/ Hello oldpal, it’s been so long since we last metAnd I wouldlike to take this moment to tell you a little secretYou see, I’mnot really violent, but something happened last nightMy heart andmind were at war, and nothing seemed to be rightI was torninto two, and I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1187704/ It's from the point of view of a boy. I just thought I'd give it a try. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1184087/ I wake up in the morning, my hair in a messTo add to my irritation, I can't find my favourite dressAnd then there's more good news, my car just broke downMy dog's not doing well, and the vet is out of townMy house is all dirty, everything's on the floorI need to pay my rent today, or I'll have to wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rheaaehr/1181349/