http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fukanzen The original writings of author maiarusm en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031697 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My muse is missing. Not sure if it's because I'm busy with other things or if she has totally left me to fend for myself. This is my invitation to her to come back and hit me with a mallet of ideas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/1313465/ I wrote this right after the news broke. However, I decided against publishing it at the time. I felt as if the wound was still too raw. Now, I know it can start healing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/1271082/ nerves, i am full of prickly nervesmy hands are shakingand iam feeling hotand coldstinging fearmy heart isburstingpoundingloudly likea band of heavy drumsi've no ideawhat to dowaiting issuch a torturelike scoresof needlesembeddedin flesh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/1239670/ Mumunting mga kamayNangungusap na mga mataIsang patalim sa pusongPilit na nagmamakaawaNanghihinang mga katawanSugatang mga paaMga nakahandusay na batangTila nakaligtaan na ng madlaPara bang nataklubanAt di makita't mabigyang pansinMga matang tila binulagng isang piring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/1230563/ 'it's a bitter pill, this life....' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/1226094/ Quick and agile handsSticky fingersthat pickpocketsand snatchjewelryWhen does innocenceendon streets fullof fear andhungerthat pouracid tortureto empty bellies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/1226092/ The windows lay forgottenDust trails back and forthAs the wind passesThe room is unkemptUntouched by timeThe door is left unlockedNo footprints left to traceAs years, centuries go byThe house stands aloneA silent witness of a crime http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/1220256/ A keen wail breaks the silencelike fragile spun glassthat breaks to tiny diamondsthat sparkle like starsA forgotten promisethat creeps into my memoryof an unspoken pastthat haunts my heartUnforgiving thoughtshinder my progresslike rust that threatensthe very steel of my resolveUnbidden my heart race.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/918292/ The window sill is brokenthe glass panesare dirty and crackedCurtains, torndance aboutwith a playful breeze A passing glimmer of sunlights a mirageOf a clear and open windowwith crisp drapesof fresh linen But as clouds passthe illusion dropsLeaving a decrepit sight Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/739356/ Gales of coldsweeps pastplayfullypushing and pulling shrieks of laughterand childish delight Pieces of colourfloat aboutheld by delicate strings and handsdancing head abovetouching clouds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/703350/ Streams of golddance amongst the flowersand leavesas shadows playhide n seek Whispers of lullabiesgreetings and goodbyesspring forth fromthe avians' lipsMelodies forgottentravelling the winds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/703345/ Showers of yellow lightning, bursts forth from the skyLight tears on her eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/702563/ In dreams,I wonder thoughts of silken skin and heated flesh Sweet smells of sweat and pleasure combined Waking, tears offrustration burst forth as I am chained to cruel reality once more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/702560/ From a one-part story, I decided to change it to a multi-chaptered one... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/623978/ Somehow,the noise has lessenedto mere background soundsunnoticeable to my earsThe peoplesurroundingme arebecomingpart of the wallsunrecognizableto my eyesBarely being,part of the restFloating aimlesslyLost in dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/601008/ a poem I created during the time I was writing an easter greeting for my cousin and aunt. was written because I couldn't find a quote or poem about easter that i like on the net so.... this happened http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/398564/ A ticking bombmy sanityis a fusion of intricate liesand colorful drapesof broken dreams Chancing uponwhispers of discontentthat cursethe frail existenceof seeming happiness Dragging on the hoursand days of oblivionthrough muddledpaces of distress Thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/348127/ A string of cursesfollowed my stepsWhispering...distasteful thoughtsupon my beingWondering...what hellish musingsrun through my mindDiscrete? [No]Impulsive actionsthat barely hide...disdain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/287150/ I wonder if dreamingis a bittersweet reprievecreated to save mortalsfrom totally surrenderingto destiny's whim I wonder if dreamingis God's gift to humansor is it the devil's tormentof recurring temptationsthat build up in minddesire and frustration I wonderif dreaming isa s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/287148/ A companion piece for 'Hunger Pangs', and also for 'Kalsada', although it can also stand alone well enough. My first thought was to name this 'Rugby', but I changed my mind and am still very much undecided on to what to call this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/276505/ open forumi hatethose wordsnohate istoo softa term,despise more likeis what i feel open forumthose wordsfilled with promiseof distastefulaccusationsand not ofpeaceful discourseon emotional levels open forumreminds meof angry tearsand bitter frust.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/268499/ Wakingin cold sweat,heart racingin fear,she whispereda softprayerin her heart Trembling stillunable to sleepto fall once moreto deep slumbershe kept awake Waiting forthe slow tickof the clockshe barely noticedher fall Minutes passedshrieks r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/268497/ forced into captivityhurting fromthe wounds ofcold betrayalinflicted bya man she thoughtloved her bitter tearsframed her facelooking out the towerlooking at hewho will bemarrying anothera decision was reached death will beher retributionand pain will be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/268496/ my dog Patch gave birth yesterday, May 26 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/268431/ random worries that plague me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/268423/ For the contest 'Lilith' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/267336/ specifically written for the contest '6 word stories' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/267326/ about some sort of mutilation (using fingernails instead of blades or weapons of any sort) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/267321/ Kalsada is the Filipino word for street. I decided on changing the title to this as I feel it says more than I ever could about the situation I see around me. Still in editing phase... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/259343/ C5 is a highway in the Philippines where car accidents occur almost daily. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/259340/ about AIDS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/258880/ having female enemies (in the form of envious friends) is frightening... i wonder how much boys realize that girls are nastier than them. (yes, we don't usually rely on physical pain but you must never forget that it's easier to heal the body compared to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/258828/ written from what i gleaned from a friend of mine who was formerly in a same sex relationship (he's single now but not looking... apparently, he's more into his job now... or so he wishes to believe.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/258825/ first draft of 'Laundry Day' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/258822/ scorchingheat,making mybodysweatand perspirefor hourson end the summerfeel ofthe afternoon-sun kissesmy flushed skin touches ofbeaded watercools myfleshthe onlyquestionin mind,when willsummer end? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/253035/ the slumberingsilencewas asoothing balmto my troubledfeelings it seemed as ifthe encasing quietwas a warmembracethat lulled mepast myinhibitionsand fears slowly,as if unsure,i stoodand waited,listening watching the carspassing,i mentally.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/252994/ My pen is poisedabovea torn pageof doodledpaper Smilingat nothingI wonderedwhen i beganto lookat this hobbyas myreprieve Looking atthe distance,thoughtsrun over my head,whispering It wasmy heart,the complexmumblingsthat healedthe wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/249889/ sharp stings ofwondrouspain and pleasureweaved throughoutmy bodyas stains of inkthreaded overand overmy skinto makeimages ofunexplicablethoughts andfeelings lulled bythe continuousnumbnesscaused byneedle comforti fall backand watchas designs jumpout.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/248663/ i wonder if anyone will understand this piece... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/248241/ Some peoplesaythat the hardest wordspokenis Sorry How foolishbelieving thisfaulty truth Goodbye is the hardest It is the most heart-breaking andunexpected wordto fall from ones lips It makes uscry riversand feel adefeat so truethat no mancan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/248228/ dedicated to one of my uncles... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/247870/ ~You won't believe the truth. Why should you believe a lie?~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/247489/ bitter wordsof scorn and despisefollowed byquick glancesof raised eyebrows shoving downamusement andfrustrated ammunitionsof cynic thought laughing eyesof contemptous wonderaccenting scornfulcommunications http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/247484/ my view of darkness is a bit weird, i know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/247414/ the stifling silence chokes,binds and conquerssavagebut the darknessholds me up like a childdaughter of fatethe crumbling walls of destiny,Upturned wheel of fate,the tears of broken dreamsthey fade away..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/247402/ the chimes of night haunt methe low songs of hatethey build up my tears in darknessno more shame todaythe sighs of melancholy break methey spoil me down the floorthreatening in morbid ragethe wildness coreno more dreams left for menightmares are all i havethe chains of respon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/247401/ People walking pastwere smoke screensthat shadowedour eyes It held an indefinite feelof helplessnessbeing unable tospeak with you Shy touches were meredreams that rose upinto elusive illusionsthat wake me at night, crying http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/247380/ random thoughts that convoluted my brain cells http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/247379/ It started slowlythe lines continuouslyentwining to shapeinto words and ideas It fascinated methe idea of creatinga reality differentfrom the one I live in By using my mind...my very thoughts andbreathing life to creaturesknown only to me Inspiration, it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/246885/ I was thinking of writing about peer pressure... but then while writing this, I couldn't help but remember the pressure I feel whenever my father expects something from me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fukanzen/246856/