http://slow.writerscafe.org/AnoudQ The original writings of author AnoudQ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021451 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Among the bones,the ashes,and the unsteady spine;within the skin that engulfs them all;a world maybe,or a plethora of them;I cannot fathomand never will.Thorns of  dead flowers,tears that lost their way;all alone,almost gone.A stigma of an old memory,a shadow of someone who’s gone,A stor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/2113444/ "I am a sinner,my sins are hunting me,like a dog's tail,won't leave me be.I am a broken jar filled with flames,that burned my feet.My sins are incorrigible.The healing won't abideand won't prosper.I am broken and flammable.Completely cynical.Within me,birds don't tweet,don't sing,don't breed.It's li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/2053310/ "Your  head seems like constant explosions   of a land under attack far away  when the fire rings the bells of every cell rapidly,  and of every memory that has ever been  and it feels like your soul has been exposed for everyone   an inside war between the or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/2044468/ I had to be a sunflower when you were aroundIt felt like I was obliged looking at you all day longin the morning you were like the sun to me; I had seen your lightand in the night everything is concealed behind your eyes as if you had something to hideI wasn't worried that glancing at you may d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/1994014/ Sometimes all I want is to let the words dance with the rainLike the tears of the sky deserve my sympathyI cry everyday so does the sky I know how much it hurts to give away What you feel to the wrong human being Wrong timing maybe, wrong placeOr simply false judgmentI ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/1941925/ “I once walked along the gate that surrounded my soul with filth and painI sighed and made my way with my fragile little feet and my witty dress my mother once madeA tear clung into my eyes as if it was making its way to the world’s highest mountain and never wanted to fallAn awkward lit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/1931655/ “I can’t make you fathom what does it feel to be hereIn this house of fears, the ones I’m trying to concealI’m not scared of what I feel, but all I am is made of tearsAnd all I fear is the tears to cheatI have felt these bevy emotions that are stuck behind my gateCrashing my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/1931081/ Maybe writing poems could miraculously heal meMaybe all the wounds could vanish with the right wordsAnd the concealed pain could grow apart inside me saying one lastfarewellMaybe everything happened for one good reason and all the bad oneswere trying to open a club to hold on into insi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/1924421/ I once walked along the gate that surrounded my soul with filth andpainI sighed and made my way with my fragile little feet and my wittydress my mother once made A tear clung into my eyes asif it was making its way to the world’s highest mountain and never wanted tofall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/1793021/ I hate to stay at night alone with all these crumbling thoughtsI despise how fragile my mind when you pass it byMy insecurity is all I fearAn that’s why I can’t stand to stay late at night surrounded withan army of thoughts and a bouncing heartI keep you waiting for my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/1739139/ You told me you want to write storiesYou want to make a world of your own wordsWhere everything is flawlessWhere everyone isn’t just a flawYou keep telling me to writeEverything that shrinks into my mind waiting for me to let goYou keep dreaming that everyone isn’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/1712645/  Sacrifice is the point where all we meet again and become aone thing.We enter manyplaces, we meet new people in our daily life and we spend our time reading orwriting letters for our beloved ones We makequestions, but never answer them, and people wonder but never hear a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnoudQ/1647482/