http://slow.writerscafe.org/omardaou The original writings of author Omar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997042 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Control. Promises ofthe Earth,By the timeconclusionsSettled,flakes in my Coffee�"I saw.  Contentmentis keyNot only,butThe Yielding. The yield toa Wielded sky,A stubborn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/963385/ An embryo floatsIn the fluids of myMother,Nineteen-ninety One, The linings are notaCityscape, nor is theskyline Uterine.  Basking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/955095/ Im.powered  We have built a codeA Great Wall of Code Humanity can.not.in.truth be Expressed In any way/shape/form We have cul.mi.natedTo an eruption of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/948582/ Anchors aweigh,  When the pearls are tranquil,The divers are in search Beneath an ice blue seaOf moon, It loves to lurk .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/946663/ .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/944811/ I snuck outFrom inbetween the thorns ofDeep-sea Deep-freezesleepFor a moment I snuck outfrom the cool, quiescentFoldsOf obliviousnightThe frostychains of melancholiaAnd the moon I peekedthrough the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/923944/ Because wild grass sprouts. Uninvited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/923663/ Un-allowed Is the word. Un, Dis-allowedDis, In,In-allowed, UnNope, none,None, none-allowed AllowanceIs a state of wanting, but AllowanceIs the privilege of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/907661/ The folds,And if only I canRetreat in betweenOld dusty pagesOf a libraryOr not,Into clean fragrant sheetsOf a childhood bedIroned afreshFold me and tuck me Into the bowels of infancySwallowed intoThe cotton&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/903137/ In the cold andUnbreakable,Dark side of the moonWe have been distancedBy fleets of callous tumbleweedTides changed and nowThe phases are different.The push and pull reversedThe phases Are different. I lose myself amid the stars,For the center of gravityDislodgedAnd I wander,And I wonderAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/827552/ When all that glittersIs never as goldAs the autumn sunThe summer wind,The sheets of your bed,Or the hair of a lost boy-- I have been declined, (and so,)A thought was seeded Inside my mind Innocently, I must have beenD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/814710/   Warning,What you areabout to witnessIs not aperformance Warning,there are noSecondtakes, no secondThoughts Warning. Viewerdiscretion is notAdvised Warning,this is no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/787524/ The stars huddled in the cosmos to watch the birthscene. As they stared down, they witnessed the immaculate birthing of thatawful, frail creature. Seemingly weightless, gasping for the Earth’s air, thenewborn was as shriveled as a dried up lima bean. 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I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/726637/ amber is the color of limbosuspended sands glitter in the sunsuspended wings obsoletepausedLove lybut the hourglasses never ceased telling their stories, spreading their tentaclestaking everything with theminto the abyssfossilized in patterns that drilled deep .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/722649/ DeadfleshInits vile decayRisesUponthe soil--frothExhumedboneDanceslike vaporLeavesa cavity in the dry earthFromthe heart of the seaItwas isolated with precision,Foamsparkles towards the sun Thick--Andexpires into air Intospecks of obliv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/717661/ Reminds me of Emily Dickinson's "A thought went up my mind to-day" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/716698/ The air is turbulentOn this very dayThrough wind and cloudAnd cosmic stormsSwimming, Knife sharp throughAquatic sky,Unattended.It bothersStagnant lakesCaked with algaeBut layers of frozenFleeceRemain untouchedCoasting, GhostingUpon a layer Of sea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/710488/ I come to life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/699067/ You shine noiseAnd pale lightStatic and syntheticErsatz God light,Cascading uponA nocturnal roseThat had mastered the art Of growing in the mossy Shadows of your silenceBent OverBackwards,Backwards,Backwards and nowLike webbed grapevinesHanging c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/696006/ there were nightswhen his heart would beatexceptionally fastin his deep sleepThe coal engineOf his chestthere were nightshis fingertips would beexceptionally warmin the winterMusk,Skinthere were nightterrors which wouldwake him upand I would stroke his sunlight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/694627/ So fragile are these momentsSo fleetingSo dark As thoughThey are not thereSo breakable, So fetalEmbryo afloat,Alight, on the nest Of the nightWeaved like starsInto starlightWithin the arms ofSolitude,I will loveSpaceIn spite of my ownSelf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/693536/ sweet oblivionmight be the only faithful friend who remembers 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/688868/ Thereis a craterCarveddeep downInice and stoneAndthe warm mistAndrainFoundnot any wayAnymoreToawaken the earth beneathThereis a craterAnindifferent craterEtched onto the surface Ofthe moonThereis a crater thatSwallowedthe scarlet sunW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/686416/ No elementNo substanceNo additives, no stretch marksNo extensionNo promises of a sunTo tinge the sky at dawnNo thoughts, no wordsNo connectionThis is,Ultimate spaceThis is black sea, celestialThis is flotation,Meditation, levitationThis is suspensionThis is an appeal,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/682210/ Three a.m. with starlight, Three a.m. with sunReplete,And overflowingWith stagnationOne frame,One melodyGarnishedWith illusionAnd delusionPrescription colorsOn a backdropOf starless coalSame eye of everySingle tornado http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/678594/ RestlessMy body flails,Thrusts, shuddersStrugglesInto the thick starless Semen, of the nightPiercingThe stainless black,The spacePuncturing theDesolation, Echoing--Longing to beEncompassed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/678012/ I could almost swearThat I’ve been smellingyouEverywhereOn EveryoneOn the StreetsOn complete StrangersIn my CraniumAnd in my ChestIn desperationAnd all I doIs invoke memoriesThat might have neverReally Existed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/660272/ it flits withinthe walls of the sameroomcornered in my shadowed depthsspot-lit and whirlingcenter stagein an empty theatrespeech withheld from open spiritsit has come to vomitin the only spaceI ever let it ownmy psychegladly it spreads itsvenom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/569471/ When blueheartsTire ofthinkingAnd orangesuns Rise from hibernationIn secret midnight hoursTo thaw thenumbnessAnd quellthe StrangulationAsphyxiatedand frost-bittenDrained andMelted into frozen liquidUndernight-skies left unsprayedWith silv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/562005/  Ilie;There is strength in tomorrow’s sunButthat is just a sleeping pillToget me to the starsComplacently Ghostsof todayShallburn Underthe reign of lightInthe morrow’s gardenAsthough Theyexisted to begin with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/553054/ Painful thoughts woken up to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/528376/ Numbness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/527876/ Dust gravitatesTowards the sunAnd snowballsInto cumulus And Sky is neverGenerous with Light Waterfalls Tumbling like raysOf gold Unto the UniverseParachutingAirily, like feathery ballerinasAs I flail in rageTrying to swim upwards,Towar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/523871/ It is beautifulThe most beautiful thing my mind has everconceived!It blinds me. With itsEnergy Energy. . .  Light filters from its surfaceLike strands of golden cream cascading onto myfaceI reach out to touch itBut touching the light is l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/494276/ Illusion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/482155/   “Within these walls,” the gypsy said—“Tragedy!” She exclaimed after a long pause.I, for one, was shocked. I could not exactly understand what she was talking about. I took a closer look at the crystal ball, struggling to understan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/477249/ “Compared to other things,” I said,“You’re just little things.”“But we’re not little things!” the Things objected—“We want to be big things…”“I know that,” I clarified,“But next t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/462208/ On the verge of tears... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/454938/ Tempest But a tempest inA silent cavern                Heavy windsLoaded with sweet rain,                Soft.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/452146/ A difficult case of unrequited love... Where the attraction is more spiritual and profound... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/447172/ The blades of grassCut yesterdayStill bleed a dewy greenTrickling Like emerald  In the sunlightEverything is freshAnd rawEven the woundsPulsing furiously No matter the centuriesCloseted—In the sunlightEverything is new Even the pangs,More in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/437874/ It's the place where I deemed I'd never fit, and never find my place. It's where I would never belong.It's the place where my heart took its first beat, and has never stopped ever since. The land from where I fantasized about taking off, launching myself to the corners o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/omardaou/373402/ Chiyojo (1703-1775) ~"Dragonfly catcher, How far have you gone todayIn your wandering? 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