http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ashentara The original writings of author Ashentara en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000671 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Happy new year babemay it bring us even closermay it give us more chances to share and communicatemay it make me more self-confident and less afraidmay it guide me towards self-achievementbut may it not make me miss you less(actually, that would be impossible)may it not make me love you less(ditto)m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/493242/ but then again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/471632/ I'm locked in my own body There's all those feelings, those things I have in mePowerful things, life-or-death stuffThat no one wants or needs to hear aboutbut they're thereThey're meNo one caresYet I can't just ignore themAnd Yet I do they're all locked in my bodyAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/471606/ True story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465756/ unedited. My fianc�'s last letter to me before he died, the next day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465754/ La cigale is a famous concert hall in Paris. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465750/ true story, unfortunately. My fianc�'s son... died a horrible death at the hands of his "mother". He was 6. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465748/ The tunnel is so brightHow can I find the light Where is the darknessEchoing my loneliness Is this some kind of sick jokeI think I had a stroke But I can’t remember nowAnd nothing makes sense anyhow Where did I landSome kind of fair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465747/ many references to my favourite band. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465746/ written a long, long time ago. Meant as a funny/sarcastic piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465745/ a triolet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465744/ self pitying piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465743/ Did you ever lose someone you loved so much you'd have done anything for them? No? Then you have nothing to say to me.  You will not understand, nor will you pass judgment on my behaviour.  Because you don't know what I went through.  It is t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465742/ We were all born equalApparentlyWe all claim some share of loveCoz we’ve all grown up to the chimes of“you’ll find your one and only one day”And you’ll marry them or something But then…What happens when you do find your one an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465740/ It would be so easy to down a bottle of Jack's Or take a few happy pills It's so tempting to give in just for the temporary relief just to sleep for once to stop hurting for a few hours Everybody has their poison Mine is writing Writing till my fingertips ach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465739/ Oh babeWhenever I doubt about something is when I miss you the mostI miss your sound advice and your sweet guidanceI’m trying to move on and get my life back on trackBut of course it’s not that easyAnd when I hit a hurdle is really when I wish you were thereTo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465737/ I’m black.  My soul is black and evil.I’m red. My heart is all passion and loveI’m purple.  Enigmatic and mysteriousI’m dark blue.  The stuff of your nightmares. But above all… I’m a dark rainbow.  You s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465736/ True story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465735/ what it says.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465733/ poem started by my late fianc�... continued by me months later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465732/ All those years I was trying to feel something more than lifeDo you do it on purpose?What am I, a slave to your creations?  A groupie with no pride or self-esteem?I’d like to think I’m more than thatI’m usually thought of as a mature person,Passiona.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/465731/ a real eulogy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/457160/ written late, very late at night.. quite drunk.. nothing to be proud of but I often find my muse is more receptive when I'm in an altered state.. let me know what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/457153/ I wish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/214599/ another one dedicated to my late fiancé http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/211319/ a little mind spilling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/211316/ about Daniel Johns, Silverchair's frontman. My god :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/211305/  “Your father is seeing a cardiologist on Friday.”  That was my mum.  She’d just dumped the news on me, out of the blue, without explanation, without anything, as usual.  My mum and I have a complicated relationship.  But my dad…&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/211304/ true story.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/211302/  For so long I’ve wished this was all a bad nightmareThat you hadn’t died, that we were still together Now I’m scared of my wishesBecause I’m scared that if you came backIt would only be to die againAnd I would have to go through all that again .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/211299/ just a little nothing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/211292/ another piece dedicated to my beloved Chad... RIP babe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/211291/  Oh, that colllage... brings forth so many memories....I thought I would be  a fitting tribute for you, my love   I’m but bits of papers Is that what you see as a tribute?I was a person, a human being,Your soulmate, for god’s sakeDo you think .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/206488/ the first part was written by my late fiancé.. the rest, my wishful writing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/206485/  Blood fiend dark alleySeduction fear temptation hopeBlood victim prey nothingWilling victim bloody orgasm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/206482/  Sweetheart… you’re my flesh and blood, and I love you beyond words… like any mother… but I’m so scared for you… Life is not all that it’s cracked up to be.  It can be nasty.I’ve been in a suicidal mind too often not to know this.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/206480/  All those years I was trying to feel something more than lifeDo you do it on purpose?What am I, a slave to your creations?  A groupie with no pride or self-esteem?I’d like to think I’m more than thatI’m usually thought of as a mature person,Passionate, chec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/206476/ a pantoum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/206473/ acrostics about the people that mean the world to me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/206471/ sarcastic or funny.. you decide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/203679/ the first kiss is always the best... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashentara/203678/