http://slow.writerscafe.org/CivetCoffee The original writings of author Arya Le Dasmones en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064807 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Kind of long, but I can't cut anything!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1063508/ Let's start with the abusive mother,Who bled crystal tears and cried at night,longing for a past that was never to come,The mother who never saw the light.She instilled all her fears, into her daughter,Beat her and slaved her day in day out,Until daughter could not tell her thoughts from her own,Her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1036791/ They say we live in a small world,whose chains grow ever more constricting.But when you think about howeach person is so unique and so different,the world seems very full, indeed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1036775/ So love's not what I thought it'd be.So what? I'll move on. Eventually.It's not a happy dream.But now that I think about it, it couldn't have been.How do you go through life like a dream? That isn't happiness.Okay, so there's got to be pain.Sorrow to induce sweetness.Understood.But did it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1035226/ My first love poem, written in honor of my friend's quest for true love. :) May you never waver~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1034534/ into a thousand small pieces.Her childhood that crumbled.The mountain dormant awoken,her father's fits and rages,The frightened screams that rang out in the kitchen,waking her up each night.She'd stare at the patterns of dustand mildew on the floor,and breathe heavily of the liquor that pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1033569/ June the world; let the sprinklers fly,Dance through the grass on dew of the sun.Breathe in the air, brush off the cold, the World has finally re-begun.Carry the burden of swimming pool fun.Jumping between dark peanut-butter shadows,Balance the ice creams all the way home,A spherical cake baked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1033557/ Tears are an expression of love,Emotion moves us to rain,Sometimes soft and harmless,Other times, in hurricanes and typhoons, creating more harm than good.But for me, who criesfar too easily, yet cannotcry when the time is right,Crying can be both and neither.A release of pent up joyous an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1033537/ I don't want to forget.Okay?So I'll just write it here,So's that I don't forget.So's that I'll write it here,With ink, too, so's that I don't forget.I'll write it with ink,no forgetting.Okay.So here's me with my penin un-erasable inkOh, but what happens if I make a mistake?I guess I'll just hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1033023/ Cry on little brother of mine,Or perhaps there is no crying,But only a sad little puff of sighs, as the experienced watches,And tries so hard to lead the way,Only to be sealed and shelved.Cry on little child of mine,Naivety at innocence's first defeat,Is something I will not deny you.But if you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1033006/ The keys they play firmly and sternly, and the notes float out on air, and the voices they dance as they play firmly as the notes dance out in prayer.Each to a different song and yet there is no cacophony, and the harmony of keys and notes and the harmony of songs and songs, a tale of live.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1033005/ Born of frustration with helplessness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1032998/ Break me a vase of cold reality,Color me in emotion.Sunlight rise and sunlight fall,On all my own creations.Lamb and lion sleep on in peace,There in my Let the thick red marmalade,Cement in summer's  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1032996/ The lion cubs in yonder shrubs,Scrimmage and tussle like any cubs.An attack, a fight, a parry or two,One will yield and one will rule.All in good fun, all in good play,Yet this game will really say,Who in the future is to win or lose,And who will fall for the trap or ruse.Which can change, adapt and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1031949/ I wake up in the morning,I scrub my pure white teeth.Wash away the ugly bruise,That blossoms from beneath.No reason to be so frightened,Why should I be so sad?Wipe away the silent tears,No cause to make them mad.I wake up in the morning,I comb through all my hair,Hope for true salvation,Say yet anot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1031732/ I'm sailing on a shadow shipThrough the seven seas,Anxiety, Desperation, Sadness and Unease,Alarm, Embarrassment, Peaks of Joy.Learning the water's moods and fitsTo navigate the world.I'm sailing on a shadow ship,A time when sunlight's gone.The rainbow never did exist,and the skies are void of twink.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1031451/ A rose is but a form of love,A cliche standard posed.Reminding me, yet once again,Of the lacking blue eyes,beautiful pink mouth,tinged red cheeks,flawless white skin,a nonexistent golden curl,and yet another:That innocent admirationfor yet anotherimaginary prince. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CivetCoffee/1031439/