http://slow.writerscafe.org/favoko The original writings of author Doll en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070253 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tired. Too much happened to mention. right here; right now. Too much; too late and now it's back to where you started. Circle; round round we go. Skies fly by go down get up, leaving life behind;rewind, create; rise & fall. Rise and shine, give it a try. maybe. next time. Circle; round r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/533364/ I will chase the sun tomorrowand turn back time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/457050/ written in 2007. -- A little emo, but I felt like that at the time. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/457049/ a blank pagenothing to fill it withbut silence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/457048/ And suddenly it was autumnthe leaves slowly changing their colorsailing silently to the ground;mist like a thin veil of placiditycreeping through trees and streetsThe still warm air heavy and damp;making it hard to breathe.Tranquility of decayand perception... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/457047/ As time takes in its last breathsall sit tight with great expectationslives pass by their eyesclosing the gap between the now and thenSilent prayers weave into the darkwhispering inside the countless mindswords forever unspokenendlessly hopingfilling the emptiness insideAnd s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/373797/ Your eyes so clear and piercing and hurtingon the inside torn apart raw feel mecut and spare the chemical reactionsin your head morphine runningslow get up get down give inhands steal breath hurry alongfast comfort liesbeyond the truthinside yourselfnowsolost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/356025/ urban sounds flowing in through the open windowthe empty white walls painted in warming sunlighta false sense of harmony in this lonely roomkeeping me distracted from the ashes on my mindmemorable occasions are lost in a reign of forgetfulnessreplacement seems to be the key to our happin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/355659/ grey light like tidal waves;crashing down on mortality from distant lives;sounds echo off the wallsinbetween the rush of day;i. eat. heart attacks.children playing with shards;the noisy streets filling updevil's corner ever changing;heedlessly moving deliverygrieving the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/354448/ Pale dawn is streaming into the gloomy roomThe walls seem even grayer nowForlorn fragments of color peel from themBuilding chaotic shapes along the panelsYears of decay tell a never ending storyOf loss and steadily growing dismayFighting the sunshine on brighter daysKept outside by slo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/323609/ Do you feel the sun going down?Standing at the window of our roomAnd being miles and miles away from me;Watching the night crawl upon us allI feel like the paper on your table;Slightly yellow and dusty lying thereIt's always here just like I am for you;Ignored for the longest part of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/264630/ Ice crystals fall down like frozen tearsDancing with the winds of winterSo cold and icy; so beautiful and cruelCarefully landing on the cushioned sceneryThe sun is sending down its pure white lightMaking them glisten like pieces of a mirrorBut in an awfully awake moment they realizeT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/238497/ Pallid color is peeling off the walls in fancy shapesPlants rotten and scattered all over the floorThe wooden floor is crackling beneath my feetReady to break and take me down into unknown depthsAll my steps are chosen carefully and ages agoIt seems like I've been wandering these halls f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/126649/ written in 2003 - just archiving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/126646/ written in 2003 - just archiving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/126644/ Lonely wandering aroundthe moon so high aboveshining pale at my soullighting up the darknessChilly air surrounding mecooling my skin so softlylike a fond endearmentfrom hands so coldSolitude found yet againSleeping on feathersof angels wings so tenderthe waking is forgotten http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/favoko/126284/