http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rekiya The original writings of author CC en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108791 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Freeverse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/1213848/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/801936/ Who am I? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/789703/ Cut/Past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/788823/ A drabble of short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/785618/ Part of To You series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/785570/ Written in Oct 2008, for Chinese class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/785213/ RIP 1st April, 2010 Part of To You series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/785201/ Wandering thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/785192/ Freeverse, detached http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/785190/ Freeverse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/785181/ Written for a writer's prompt but I never really got about to submitting it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/421669/ An attempt to write for a song a classmate composed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/421660/ Very short, piece, impromptu. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/421659/ Drabble, bouncing off whatever was in my mind at that point of time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/421656/ Mound after mound ofjoss paperthey burn and turn into gray butterfliesSwirling high up in theair, like anethereal threatRising up inelegant turns, of ashof fire, of passionof the remembranceLong dead What remains are justmemories carried by thewind  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/421654/ Have you ever felt like running awayTo the other end of the Earth to shout a withered goodbyeHave you ever felt like slipping awayTo the other side of the wall to disappear tonightTouch and feel these hands, they are coldBut not cold enough to deride whatever that has been said and done.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/421652/ Hope that dangles on a stringWill inevitably snap and fallYou look at me in the eye, through thatmirror - and ask if I hated youThose blood-ridden wrists, marked crimson on such a palecanvas -I tried so hard to find another YouBut the mirror broke and brought meback, back to my i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/421650/ You do not, you do notthrow me into complete disarray andmark me for DeathLike a ripe plumblossoming, swelling, burstinginto a redstain -Those stars seemto sigh with adisappointment so moving,it hurts me;A necessary fate, Isound the bellspeople and stars are falling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/421647/ Her mouth contorts,twists -her face showing extremeterror; as pain makes itsrounds round herbody, pulsingthrough her veins. Seizuresclasp her tight to itsbosom, and Deathkisses, leaves a mark ;The black butterflyflies, spreads its wings butfalls&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/228440/ Sonnet for English Literature Class Tutorial...my first attempt at a sonnet. 14 lines, 3 quatrains, a couplet (English Sonnet), ten syllables per line. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/228438/ Detached. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/219886/ Detached, a more lyrical style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/211100/ Mixture of styles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/211081/ An attempt to continue writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/209935/ We try to deceive ourselves, we try to lie -But when nobody sees us we break down and cry.We pass the days unfeelingly, we go on with our livesYet nothing can hide the emptiness inside.We smile, it is hard, pretentious and we fightSo nobody will ever break our sight -We laugh, we s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/208686/ Written in detached style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/208254/ Reflective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207111/ A poem on heartbreak and emotions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207110/ A solitary white balloon left the weak grip of a child�s hand as he walked down the pavement.One hand, clasped into his mother�s.The balloon was whisked out of his hand by a soft breeze�A solitary white balloon gently, gently floating, ascending into H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207108/ Reflective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207107/ When we look back,We tend to fade -Fade away, into the darknessAnd cry alone into the nightFeeling so weak, fragile and dependentOn people and emotions around us ;Because we fail to seeThat ultimately we fail within -Spectral and skeletal, Gaunt and painted whiteWith di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207104/ A soft,stuttered sort of bang -Right through her headher mindher skullDrilling its metallicbullet, a imaginary pain -is thiswhat she feels?Coldness of the Grim Reaperclasps her;Clasps her intoits bosom andshe strugglestoLive.* * *Down thewris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207095/ You stretch your hands, gesticulating, fingering, feeling about clumsily - in the dark.You strain your eyes, you try and find a way out, but blackness engulfs your vision of sight.For?A sort of acknowledgement, but yet you fumble. You cannot see, your eyes...they are blinded.Blinded, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207093/ A biographical short attempt at what happened in the hospital. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207074/ Written in a detached style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207066/ Written in detached style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207057/ A short poem, written on impromptu. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207055/ I.Medusashe bares hernon-existent fangs,snarlingdripping with venom;jealousy, desire andan undilutedselfishness -the serpent's tongue,it lashes atherchildren.Judged at theupside-down cross,her eyes are clouded,clouded withemotion, a strong sort ofself-ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rekiya/207054/