http://slow.writerscafe.org/pircano The original writings of author Rc R. Vagilidad en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984150 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 death of a star,lyricless music.heightened spiritbedazzled by the light showrhythm of our pulse collideuplifted.our souls intertwinedlonely together without moving.our star might be existingsomewhere in a different universebut our story remainedthe same.time flees, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/2823561/ A prologue to Sapphire Dolphins and Aubergine Skies (Of Lost Legends) of Maxinne Sentina. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/2463859/ talks of death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/2117117/ Breaking free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/2027769/ Depression and anxiety is common to an introverted person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/1433564/ Picture - Hee Soe Photography http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/1412700/ tips33 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/1356824/  The green meadows, you can't thinkThe awesome people, you can't recognizeThe great valleys, you can't seeThe breeze of summer, you can't feelAnd into the stars they collideLike a Lucid dream, You hold their destiny. The weight of the worldLaid on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/1311338/ People I Intimately Interacted WithJoseph Obrique - Boarding House(high risk)John Paul Blancaflor -  Boarding House(not known)Juan Miguel Prudente Añes  (https://www.facebook.com/jm24economist?fref=ts)- Boarding House(not known)John Ryan Teodosio Dumapit (http://www.facebook.co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/1272255/ For my country Philippines, after being hit by super typhoon Yolanda. Totally saddened by what is going on now between the government, local officials. We all pray for this nation to stand up again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/1266295/ Wedding entourage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/1254843/ FromAn ever wanderer of lost wordsAs lost words has come and goneLike forgetting you for oblivionNow has come, and where is "from"I held your hands in cold nightWords they loose in my grip, foreverHave I thought of it to pursue themWhere they've gone is now unknown.Darkness forbids your pale faceYou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/1138157/ Are you lost, my friend? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/1037369/ You gave me broad wisdom to what is undiscoveredinspired me to see as what they shouldn't beyou made me a close-mind to interest the obviousYou let me complicate things to make it an abstractDevoured the tasteless unpalatable wordsYet, I conjured a devilish intimacy to words, no one h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/970417/ Public stigma, shame, and regrets. Be who you are no matter how hard the World is. Choose happiness if you are not ready. Believe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/940227/ - for Steve Jobs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/804439/ When a girl becomes a woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/657200/ Having romance with the one you love, you get nasty and wild like chocolate that melts so easily... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/611099/ Two is better than one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/554295/ Happy Graduation!!! Batch Leininger 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/532006/ To those bigot narrow-minded people who takes this ignorantly, I am talking of female genitalia. Deal with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/513352/ Trying to be informational and at the same time inspiring. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/491510/ Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs Theory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/443770/ Photo credits from Maxinne Sentina. You can check out her writings here too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/443766/ My rants. Generally to Homosexuals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/421638/ A mundane epistle of dying men and women of Asilo de Molo. An asylum for the abandoned senile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/410633/ Did God ever smoke, or did Jesus teach you wine is better with tobacco? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/409195/ promenade http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/389678/ I have to separate myself to this fear before it eats me up. Through the principle of gravitation I fall for you but you didnt hold tight. Instead I fell hard to the ground. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/388534/ i have to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/372178/ Why wonder in lesser marvels if even you cannot reason your way out? Simply there is no need to reason. The mysteries of the equation is love and that's the answer after all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/338127/ In a widowed translucence of the nightA moonless extravagance glimmersUpon dreaded sounds, humming in my ears Pirouette bluntly in a constellationToxic moths and fuming butterfliesPlayed in cadence with her sighs She was never silencedWhispered with the gushin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/337303/ your beautiful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/337302/ ouch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/337301/ i let go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/337300/ - the contrast of poverty, scam, and death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/325810/ -how small things parted phenomena unnoticeably http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/325807/ I hate myself. Do this! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/325783/ a place called not a home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/315745/ Corrupt leaders, families, poverty, children of hunger, the fruit of the languishing society, THIRD-WORLD country, my country at war. Loved by Filipinos, Philippines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/313157/ The first line of every poem hangs to a balance. A balance between what it is to be and what it is not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/303368/ ...and amidst tranquil spaces, he vanished in between. just vanished. nowhere to be seen, perhaps in paradise lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/296870/ In the hospital: A green sterile shroud to cover the dead bodies (termed as "mortis"). It is made of cotton. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/289341/ Kites don't have wings.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/281430/ Creepy, cold, Love in the midnight's screamless devotion for someone never really existed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/279650/ The poetic break-up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/268062/ Afraid of the next Great Flood? or the other? Major Leak? Time will tell when? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/261578/ Modern era of politics and religion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/261573/ Between erectile dysfunction and priapism, I am in the middle but I lost the definition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/254096/ Riding back home, on an empty shuttle, I sat alone, listening to the silence, the ambient discourse, then I saw a tree, red colored leaves with some golden crisps patterned on its lifeless branches. Then I thought of red drought, then I saw on the windshi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pircano/242281/