http://slow.writerscafe.org/davidkwaku The original writings of author David Kwaku en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015588 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am a down grade of who you are, less of a being. A wasteof a dead man, just bones and ashes, covered with paper skin...hollow beneath,I cannot resist death, brush my dust, return to earth. What you love is avacuum, I am your abyss. I have no reason to live, to be part of you, I cannotw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1170366/ Befall from me the thoughts that render’s a man’s shadowDark, opaque, it consumes my fearA peel of my soul that cannot be containWith a sense that burns the thrill of deathA pilgrim attracted to my densityBarren womb gives no breath to lifeLeast feeds me flame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1170361/ Her scarlet lips are rosesnever felt.They rarely blossom in the winter,but tonight is the right season for them toflourish with my heart.Her lips are a wind that shapes stones intopebbles.Ripens strawberries that taste fruitful as we jointogether.Her hands smoothly and earnestly, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1154592/ I love you…Not because you’re beautiful.But because you write unseen words,that only my heart can translate.I love that your eyes are as beautiful as your soul,Your personality painted by God’s own hands.So every stroke of the brush must be perfect,and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1124001/ Heart,Subside the storm that integrate the old with new.Bringing the gushing dew that flows in vein’s vale.Reaching the home of love,Flooding the unsailed river of emotions.Burial of shingles, the loose boundary between hate and love.Swift whispers echo sparks,It kindles a tumult flame.Burning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1071184/ She blows me a kiss of a heavenly dream.Her lips murmur the words I love you,Through my body it goes, in my heart it shows.The aftermath left me wondering,Can something so real be an illusion only she can make me perceive.Stall in time as her voice distance away.Chasing trying to accumulate the matt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1049612/ I have not felt pain in a whileTangled in love, lost sight of what was made hidden in my darkness.Tonight, in this cold, lonely graveyard,My half has risen from the cores of my fears. Fear has travelled from the breath of my tears. Reincarnated into this solemn painDrips from the tips of l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1041568/ The past was a time when morning and evening could not separate us.Time when we would plug our ears into the ocean,As we send messages across in waves.Those were the times,Time never stood still for us to pick a frame and start from where we left off.We merged with the theory of evolution as we dist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1032108/ Without you, I have no soul.I'm just a vacuum floating in a void.I am in no rush,let's move at a snail pace.If my heart face shows I'm about to lose the race,I will show another side of me.And it will be gone without a trace.Hold me, knight me with the sword of your love.Tear my darkness with your b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1021159/ Many miles away is a space, a circular space,With heart beats pulsing on each breath.It's a void of dead and decay emotions,Frosting on the petals of the blossomary painsLoneliness persist on the unspoken truth,Am a traveller with a burden. Such emotions radiats a constant.A constant without th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1017790/ I want to sleep through the pain. That's what she said before it all happened. Yes, that's how it all began, uttering silence in the night as she screams and holds her breathe, hoping it will all pass by. Good was not how she saw it, she laid on her back, the rain scratching her window as everything.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1008651/ I want to love you,like the sun reveals the morning,like my heart shows its transparency into the core of my soul. I want to love you,like the air is peeled off the sky,leaving me breathless.I don't need to speak cause when you touch my heart,you hear how it beats and speaks the silent words.I want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/1002377/ Invoke the remedy of my verse,which causes the ink to reform the lines of my words.A deluge of sweet perfume as your chariot passes by,the fragrance of your heart alchemy.Assist me through the moons delight,kiss my lips, bring to me my soul as my pale skin finds life.Every night my eyes close and wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/999693/ The covering of my physical radiates the expression of my character.Minute past by as the twilight softens the light rays.Another night. Another forces of thoughts penetrates and animates my mind with tears.I put on a thoughtful mask, a prototype of my many characteristics.Not able to speak, words f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/999140/ Life turns me into a by-product.Out of my nothingness,my proclaim adversity churn the core of my existence.I can feel the air I breathe,my tongue yearn the selective sweetness of my desire.I smell the odour both of good and evil.In the lake of this wall I can see the reflection, both light and dark... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/995013/ The sea rides the waves as tempers flare.Every angle, forces act against the mind of his severity.Who should I be? Who shouldn't I be?Let every wind gash flames of terror upon his soul,so it may devour his thoughts.The clouds leak water that freeze into stones,stomping through the dense atmosphere.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/979474/ I have gain knowledge of the intellect but it's all just transient.Searching...So I may be conscious of my existence.I feel the motion of my vessel,My alien covering animated by my spirit.The plexus of pain from the core that radiates an urge to return home.My spirit in balance with the law of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/960451/ The flute recites the symphony of love.A hidden music, a treasure of mine.My speech becomes disordered,Tell me how to love you.I wait for the fountain of my beloved,To quench the thirst of this unseen ecstasy.How rare is the first kiss that leaves a rainbow on my smile.Recede, all lost hope, let us .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/959259/ Will your kiss be onto my lips tomorrow?When winter shows its tears for its lostMen will hold agrudge, for my love overgrowsI have a passion, yet every verse in time will costMy heart knows, this earthly tomb shows half your partBeauty is your soul’s complexion that hides.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/958167/ I am jealous of the man holding you on the otherside of the mirrorYou said you want an honest man,Why don't you believe me when i tell you, you are beautiful.I am standing on a cliff,Waiting for the tide of your love to move in so I may jump,They say it's a leap of love.Leap into my arms and let me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/957917/ I am in state where I cannot dignify my actions.I howl through the night, as the dawn fortifies the entity of my despair.It was mid december and the grey sky covers the stars.It rains, my pains frost,They are blown by the wind that alters the shape of my attitude.I leave a monologue that t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/957512/ The night shift I slumber upon my thoughts.In the darkness I lay staring into the mirror with the moonlight glow.Silence in the universe, silence did I lay awake. Waiting.Waiting for the dawn of my identity. Waiting for the knock of my name.Even though my eyes were partially slain into darkness,My h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/957176/ I awaken from the dark space of my sleep.From my thoughts nightmares leach.I sit on the corner of my bed,and let my tears evacuate my stormy eyes.Nothing can be seen, as it seems the one who forged this scene lurks at the corner of my sleep.So i cry, i cry not for a better dream,I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/957089/ A man that is lonely in darkness, thoughts evacuate out of his mind, almost to the point death is his only friend. There are questions he cannot answer, he lays awake as suicide attaches itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkwaku/957081/