http://slow.writerscafe.org/Eve8 The original writings of author Evelyn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022491 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Alife emerges from the calamityUnknowing of the gulpingvivacitySurrounded by the giants ofmiseryAsphyxiated from loss oftranquillity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/2007572/ Theycame for me; they who have no identityTheyhide their faces; unwilling to be recognized, categorized. characterizedTheybelong to that group, that group of shame and secrecy, guilt and vainTheirtwin lives, with two fine masksWrappedtightly around them Dawnsthey .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/2007571/ Ilost a good dreamIawoke to endless screams Ilost my identity BecauseI am a minority http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/2007570/ Thepercussion of repercussionsRepercussions ofrighteousness Sown with heart’sconsciousnessNow reaping with selflessness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/2007569/ Life and its vain giving and taking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/2007568/ Life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/2007566/ A man struggling with his identity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/2007564/ Life's struggles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/2007562/ about myths http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1240797/ about something that has gone away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1240795/ based on a true incident http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1067942/ its based on a true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1067941/ Hated,detested, disregarded, despisedI flutterall over in thin air and heightsI have noboundaries from the day I beganMycontinuing journey towards filth, dirt and dung An uninvitedguest in every single houseSelf serviceI do to fill my greedy mouthBed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1067939/ Its to do with love and imaginations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1067938/ Appendix for readers from the west Konde - a top knot tied by women with their hair Pol Katu - coconut shells Me magula paththuwenneth nahe’ - why the hell isnt this fire burning properly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1054113/ NOTHING It is night at the stationHe was waiting………….for the trainBut the rains came Playing like a childPiercing through the skyThe trees were swaying as if they lost their senses The tin roofs danced in gay abandon with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1054107/ Heart’s Chaos  Open your eyesLend me your earsI have much to offerBut I wish to offer something that belongs to me A ray of sunlightA droplet of skyHalf a cuckoo’s callAnd some fantasies If you like it ask for mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1054104/ This story is based on a true incdident. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1053553/ Lonely Night………  The lonely night, where my thoughts were drowned tight withfright! The misty clouds covered the moon, bringing sheaves ofdarkness into our dear roomWhere I lay awakened by my bitter thoughts, dragging me deepinto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve8/1050029/