http://slow.writerscafe.org/Guavaguy The original writings of author Guavaguy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776217706 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A young man looks through a scrying pool At a fish creature raping a beautiful brown haired wood sprite.The young man weeps voilently,So that the scrying pool is ruined by his salty tears.Around him is an ancient templeWith everything from a painted ceiling to stained glass windows.An old man i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124683/ I whirl around and what do I see?A two-headed Dagoth, Smirking at me.I try to run but he is much too fast,I try to fight but he is much too strong.'Beg for your life and maybe I won't make you share the same fate as your woman'I cry,There is nothing I can do,I am screwed.Dagoth takes his tremendous .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124681/ Above my head the stars are shining,But they are unimportant,Only Dagoth is important.Any swordplay lasts a mere second,For I disarm Dagoth quickly, But through magic he turns my sword to dust.Dagoth runs at me,I run for his sword.Inches, Mere inches.He grabs me by the collar and begins to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124680/ In a hall of mirrors I see phantoms of my greatest fears.Ghostly illusions and echoes of the deceased.I don't know which way to turn,I'm so confused and there is no way out.The world is spinning now,Like a hand on a clock.Suddenly I awaken, And Dagoth is in front of me.I draw my sword and thrus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124676/ From the time our eyes locked,We engaged in a battle of wills,A battle of consciences,I and he,We are one in this stadium of souls.He pounds his chest. I scream. Anything to ease the pain.I've learned we're not all that different.We've both loved and lost,We've both come so far,Only to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124673/ Come to me foolish man.Come to save your beloved's life.I have tasted her fruitAnd to be frank,It's rather dry.I will chop off your privates and feed 'em to my pets,These lovely floozies.I'm sure they'd love real food for once.And when I'm done with you, you'll be one of them.Just another source of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124668/ In the center of the floorIs a tiny lamp,And from it emerges Raja the djinn,Promising me my hearts desires;Lies.He promises light I have already seen,He promises courage I have already found. I'm not going to be fooled by a worm of smoke.Clank.I kick the lamp over and the gate opens,So much for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124666/ She beckons softly,Her test is not of combat.I feel that if she wished, she could destroy me right now,Just with a word.'It is nice to see a strong man around here'She quips giggling.'Tell you what: You showed Wendle mercy, so I am going to show you gratitude,Tell me your story and I will let y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124664/ I walk down into an abyss endless and foreverThere is no end,Only stops along the way.Mine is the first one: Dagoth's realm of the dead.I open a door and find a coven of witches waiting for me.'Welcome, we have been waiting for you.'The witches are crude, they always say just what is on their minds,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124660/ A faceless manikin in a monochrome tuxedo,A pale warrior wielding a lethal blade.I draw my sword from it's holster,And we dance as gentlemen do. Neither of us watching the world around us,There is nothing to see out there.The only thing that matters is that flash of the blade.I have never fough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124656/ Chanting and clamouring restlessly,He makes noise and doesn't stop there,His erect manhood hangs free,Half the size of his lower body.Is this the least of the horrors I must contend with?Dagoth uses gatesmen because he is afraid.Afraid of my sword;Afraid of my wrath.Sleg stands tall,Two whole feet.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124653/ There I camped at the edge of a small lakeWho had felt the pains of drought just as much as any deer or moose.In the evening I wished that I had water,And I guess that the gods took pity on me:For winds blew and the rain fell.And as the winds blew the dry lake became as a stormy ocean,And washed ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124522/ In a pond I bathed Where the waterfall poured it's waters into the river,And the river into the sea.Bathing in those cool waters,  I felt blessed.When the sun shone its light on that roaring waterfall,I realized the presence of a cave behind it,And so entered a subterranean shore,Lit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124519/ While I sojourn the endless plains,Searching for my destiny,I come upon a tiger who is as an albinoBut with eyes of fire.I smell his breath as he roars at me,Putrid and sulfuric,Filled with malice.I take the sword from my holster And stab him through the heart.The sun is very hot,High in the sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1124516/ They do not strive to change the world.The world changes enough as it is.People don't change, but the world does.And them people die out, 'cause they couldn't catch up, you know?Survival of the fittest, that's the way it's always been.Me? I ain't got those fancy observation tools that some folk use... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1121010/ If before I have arrived the world is in flames, then Ragnarok is come, and even I cannot save you from what awaits you in hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1120422/ Do you see Lord of Nothing? Do You see? But the Lord of Nothing could not say that he did. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1117502/ I'm not really sureHow I came to this village,But being the craven that I am I shied away from the people there.To me they were sleepwalking, for the sun had set,And still they walked in trance,Like zombies.I ask one where the tavern is,he walks past me as if I had said nothing.So I guess I am going.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1105264/ I was napping quietlyIn the wooden hut I had built myself.The earth was still, Nothing could happen I thought.But the calm was easily broken, By the giant called Earthshaker,Who stomps the ground in ritual dance.Earthquakes come in response,And just as I had fled,My hut was shatteredAnd br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1105261/ Four years have come and goneAnd all the whileI've felt peaceI've begun to wonderWhether any of my life is realOr just a dream.Honestly I don't have the answer.No one does.There is a great and totemic stoneDeep in the woods,On a path only I know.And there it bears a holeJust the size of the signetOf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1105247/ I hear a flute play ominousAs I journey through the Lost WoodsWhere the wood imps and gnollsHunt the fools who stray from the beaten path.Stick to the road unless you think yourself strong enoughTo forego enchantments of oldAnd brave the horrors of the night.I am not strong enoughNor brave enough,I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1105232/ Oh, how I wish I could fly like an albatrossEnchanted by the gods,and the prophet.and given a mission to recover holy sonsOf Adonai and bring them to valhalla,But I am lost in the cloudsAnd my wings are borrowed and my eyes are tired,So I fall.And just before I hit the ground,I awaken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1105228/ 'What do you want?''I am your father''you are, are you?''your mother was a w***e,but a good looking one,She served my cockFor ten years,She did.And fathered me ten children, Of which you are the eleventh.''I don't understand''You might not,But I couldn't keep her,There was a greater demon at wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1105225/ Serving maids and drunken menPeople from all walks of lifeComing here to lose their sorrows in ale.But I cannot drinkI am here for a purposeMy destiny is at the doorI go to himHe reeks of mysticism'Are you familiar with this signet?'He is.'Do now you know who it belongs to?'He does'Can you tell me w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1033280/ Chant like the scum you are!I see you, from far away in the distance. I see your evil eyesI wish to purge you,but know that it will only end in disaster.So I bide my timeHours turn to daysDays turn to yearsAnd just as you are nodding off,I impale the lot of you!And I watch with horror,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1033278/ It still hurtsI can't bear to feel this pain anymoreThe sun is so bright,it speaks to me in a language of light,Soothing meCalming meMaking me whole again.How does one forget the death of a love?Surely it will scar forever?On this adventure,I see fields of flowers.They are so beautiful and firy red,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1033276/ Tears fallAs I stand over the bodyThis was someone I had knownThis was someone I had lovedHad knownHad lovedNot anymoreOn the body I find a signetIt has strange markings on itTwo lines up and downAn eye on either sideWide eyed like a fishI take the signet to the sprite motherFar advanced in wisdom a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1032681/ Caress me...Yes!Caress me beloved!Your touch is sunshine and honeydew!Do you feel blood rush between us,more and more with each passing thrust,Each opportunity grabbed and wrought?Let me feel you inside of me!Keep the rhythm,It must not fall!We are one tonight,For your sweet embrace is a flurry of e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1032677/ My name is Helis,It has been that way longer than I can remember.I live in the realm of the wood sprites. Beauty is in their eyes,But I am not one of them.There are no men among the wood sprites. My guardian, Elsise, is like a mother to me, She has taught me much, Such as the fat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1032675/ You have been left alone young child!But do not worry,I will take care of you, And make arrangements for your guidance.I see a hero in you young babe,But there is much for you to overcome.And in a field, You will be raised by sprites of the wood.Maybe they will avert your destiny,But even .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1032673/ Dagoth's eye pierces your heart,Pain in your chest and between your legs, This is the day you've been waiting for,Your new master has come for youAs you knew he would.Now there is no more pain, The first burden is done, The seed has grown and flourished and suddenly he is no longer yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1032670/ It is one thing to lie upon a rock,Awaiting your fate,But if the rock is not there? What if your fate is come?What if he has you already?What if your rosy cheeks are sullied already By serpentine eyes that look upon your chest with greed? That is your destiny,To wait patiently in pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1032665/ Three sagesOne is robed in blueOne is robed in redAnd one is not robed at all.Fire is in the eyes of the BlueCalm is in the eyes of the RedOnly lust is in the eyes of the other,Erect at the thought of the thing,The Mother-To-Be,And that night while she sleeps,Her womb is come upon,And all the desire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1032663/ 'He must not be a mortal child'Says the robed figure in white'A mortal child's face would bear the pangs of hunger''He does not belong to the moon'Says the other, stronger than an ox and a giant, and wiser than saturn,'He belongs to the sun, which feeds him light',And the third did not know what to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1032659/ A concept poem anthology, inspired by many sources, such as H.P. Lovecraft, Homer, and J.R.R. Tolkien. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1032655/ From day's start to day's end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/1011210/ Like a fruit from heavenBitter and sweet and Sour and SaltyEverything in betweenThere is a tree in the gardenWhich grows only dreamsDreams which may one day become realityReality that may one day form back into dreamsIs there ever a world where the thirty-two pathsDon't lead to infinity?God is real .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/992099/ And his fire was as a Volcano's wrath, and with heart was as all the molten core of the earth sprung forth in murderous rage; rage that would consume all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/992094/ A day in the city is a myriad of sounds, embrace it, live it, envision it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/992092/ Run, Run, Run with demons,Run for your life,Before they come againThe shadows haunt youThe shadows torment youOnly cowards run from themselvesReal men face their fate,Real men die.  Look up at the silver moonIt is for you that it shinesLike.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/992082/ The doors of wisdom are never shut http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/992078/ "We all think of God when death comes to our doorstep, with its black cloak and its putrid breath, but rarely do we accept God's decision, we're all the same in that respect; we're selfish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/991594/ Jacqueline Butterfingers inspired me with his "is poetry dead?" post. I thought I'd comment with a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/984674/ A sanctuary is a special place, each person has their own, and they are all unique. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/984622/ I wrote this and then typed it up, and I wanted to share it here! I LOVE writing stories and a word popped into my head and there it was! A story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/984617/ There was a long hiatus where I did not write poetry, I had discovered music and was enthralled by writing songs. However, earlier this year, during chemistry, I wrote this, ending the hiatus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Guavaguy/984518/