http://slow.writerscafe.org/aurialis The original writings of author Lily E. Lin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776173068 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On windows, cracks line the edge of my vision,Drawing spider-linked arrays, nets that connect,And that destroy the picture I had thought Until this point, the world to be, in time, in place,No matter. Every now and then, the known worldLoses something, a virtue, a once assumed to be factDi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/885247/ I can feel heartbeats in my finger tipsdrumming bits annihilating at the fringesof foam developing, along lines of bodiesof water enveloping one another, independentlyno more.  They shake, as if continents arecolliding, grinding into one another, the rawedges breaking apart, the bits falling to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/691336/ Garble-de-ga-baekBack away, don't lookSays the mother to the childThe world is filled with thingsBetter left aloneGarbled-e-yuck'sand WTf***'sHand claps, slaps across the deckClash! Gate closedSlamming, hinge creakingAnd limbs are stretchingBeneath the porch, behindthe stairs, in, that darkcorner, j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/534654/ From great heights, I take a breath.  Deep, the frigid air enters.  Chilling from the inside out.Blue is the scenario before me.  The scenery cast in the early morning tempers of the sky giant slumbering awake.  Frosty clouds rolling not so far away, his breath drawing mine out. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/514531/ peerfrom these heightsstaredown the sightsdouble barrels ready to gosafety off, ignite, soexc-! don't get excited, nonow where were we, ohon the edge of the world?this edge, barrier, paper thinwobble, then flip a switch-blade through the airland in a spiraling floppoint b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/486881/  Since the last goodbyeThe last floating pointer, Last tic of the clock Pens down, you're done It's been awhile, since You took a breath Breathe in, sigh, bitter Cold entering the shallow passageways Traversing back alleyways Through branching twisting tracheids Shiveri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/476808/ As usual, I am curious. What is your interpretation? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/460533/ Should I care, or should I let all Float on by, down the streams of fancyThe shores they call, pearly whiteBits of fluff, cotton grains where they fallAnd should I care, or should I stallLet fall these pages, these papyrus pallsStained with mucus, letters, ink, breathsBleeding one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/426287/ They say its a roller coaster rideAnd after a whirl, past the broken cups the spinning wheel, the bumper cars Piloted by adolescents wearing Cheshire Cat grinning mask faces The brakes fail and we're soaring Above it all, unaware that soon There is falling, down down down Into shatte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/421574/ Somewhere, sometime, we roamOn beaches, white water foamCascading past spirit formsOf bygones let be bye goneDisappearing glances, sideswept grazesLeaving markings in the sandThat remain etched in the mindLike the taste of salt in the fresh-water, lingers, never fadesEntirely, some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/413367/ It hurtsScalding, drippingWax melting, boilingUpon likewise flaccid skin-likeCoverings slipping,It hurtsBandages being ripped awayRevealing the ugliness crawlingBeneath, between crevicesBridged with half-formed scabsBlackened, moltingShells cracking,It hurtsIts breaking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/398120/ Closing my eyes, I slip into that space between dreaming and waking.  That ethereal plane where the power of the mind, of wishing, of simply thinking holds power in the supreme. My hands hit the ground on either side of my seated position, back leaning against the side of my bed.  T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/396985/ There is a room, laden with dust.  Motes, specks falling through a yellowish hued light.  Drifting about in meandering paths, not really going anywhere in this stagnant environment.  The air is old, the feeling of a mausoleum, abandoned except for the occasional new addition or regret.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/396849/ There is a location that is sporadicErraticHere one moment, then gone,PhantasmagoricTerrifying, horrificSpontaneous, combustions, fun by the tonCoupled with circuit breakers, set to crashThe party, to end this LED belighted night-time thrashMash it all together, the monster mash,1,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/393637/ Holding on,By the barest of threadsGossamer, spun by crystalline treadsAnd when the thread stressed, pulls tauntThere is a ringing from the fontIts water rippling concentric circlesDrawn out by stately turtlesOver and over the ringing heardDrives one on through the mulling herdIn s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/387698/ Something feels missingAmong these temperate liesThese facilitated tiesPerhaps,The feeling of absenceIs due to a newfound wantOf acceptance, of hopeAnd so,Something feels missingA space on the plainsVacuumed clean, waitingFor a stroke of the brushTo fill in the blank withCo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/387696/ Perhaps, at the edge of another precipiceOne takes a look and imagines the fall--ing Ting Tong Ting RingingAs paperclips tumbling, Dropped in the silenceAnd thoughts are rumblingGearing up for some grand departureSome great adventure heading out on the horizonAt the edge of awareness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/387692/ Come come, another year has goneCome come, see what you have brought aroundWrought upon this world, your worldThese plains of gold, of myrrh and boldSeeking fame, fortune, and rectitudeOr not,As goals often not in alignments fallCasting us as wanderers upon its beck and callJourneyin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/387627/ Associate picture/inspiration here: http://amassparadox.deviantart.com/art/Fading-Away-102986618 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/339058/ Jotted on the edges of marginsBetween pastel-colored thoughtsOf daily routine and splashesOf vibrancy as seemingly irrevelantReferences coalesce and sparkA flow of half-garbled intelligenceLeaping semi-formed into the seaOf 26 letters, of placeholdersOn loose-leaf note papers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/335690/ The title isn't quite right, but I liked the phrasing so I wanted to keep it around somewhere. I will change the name of this one once I've written that poem though... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/323050/ Actually this was lyrics, but there writerscafe doesn't give you that option. I'm calling it experimental.. because for me, this is an experiment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/318660/ Sometimes,The words slip unbidden from me too fast,Unwanted garbling at the tip, my mind still in exclusion,Confusion reigning the shifting iron gatesUn-filtering thought and talkSometimes,In the proceedings of the world's pace,I lose my footing, such thatThe foot in mouth inverts,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/317548/ I'm not quite sure what type this is. Sort of a short story which became more like a poem. I initially intended to begin a story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/298915/  We build ourselves up it seems,on wishes, on dreams,on figurative means,on living beyond our means, Fear of failure, of loss, regretdrive us onward, upwards, unmetinto a spiral of endless marching,endless sinking in this mire of unease neverending, Not enough, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/255175/  I am a barcodesitting on a shelf built of broken dreamsside by side with the whitewashed creamand the broken peas crusted greenall waiting to be scanned incans of broken produce, lumped in a binof cans turned cant's, of rusted tinpainted over to all look the same inthese perfec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/253301/  On a windblown day,the shifting veil of darknessblack strands fly across the skyrevealing the sleeping beastunderneath the shell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/251723/ Paper barriers, surround meConfounding sentences deter me from sleep and all that is good,Essay due Friday? Midterm Tuesday?Never before has the power of wordsHeld more salience,These immaterial constructs, these -ologies, Cast as dark a shadow, upon my bodySending this haz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/250511/ On how words heal and hurt, often at the same time. On how to hide our pain we block our ears and the only way to heal is to rip apart the bandages and let in the voices of others who can heal and hurt us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/250344/ Swirling before our eyesAs whirls and eddies formPools of thoughtsEmbedded in its substratum, neverTo surface past a certain heightNot tall enough to ride life's ride Help cries, no ringsOver, under, no somewhereLost, this loss of mindThe bumps and knobby endingsSliding, n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurialis/250340/