http://slow.writerscafe.org/pureabstrakt The original writings of author PureAbstrakt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048315 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Designed UnderstandingIn his unaccountable love for them,He made it a tad too easy:He gave them words…This way, unlike him, who did not need them,They never had to experience silenceAnd the infinite weight it could imply. In his endless love for them,He showed them th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pureabstrakt/341784/ He fell in love with yet another idea,With yet another one of his  dreams,The mirrors inside him had grown it surreal'Till he could, again, forget what it means... It only seemed right to believe itSince he already knew how to look,His reflection looked good, and hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pureabstrakt/318867/ Don't Don't measure meAgainst your crooked scale of values,Deconstruct,Defragment,Decompose meAnd then try to saw me back togetherWith the white thread of your artificialHopeThat someday I could be happy in your skin... Don't ask me to be myselfIf you are always t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pureabstrakt/318108/ Silence stank of dead bodiesOf memories that had to be killed--The ultimate sinful wayTo ever commit to life again...It hurt whenever I could not hold onTo the present,I could hear memories howlingLike orphans left in a dark forest,Haunting me down,Calling my nameFrom the de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pureabstrakt/317474/ I am going to leave, soon, he said,And the air became heavy withThe ashes of yesterday,When his words did not know how to hurt, just yet... But it is much too early, I said,And never before had I felt so empty,Like words had taken all my breath away... He was just a dream.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pureabstrakt/317153/ Never can one explain oneself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pureabstrakt/316929/ Love is the way out of the ordinary. When Love happens, your scale of values changes and with it the craziest little things become most important. Funny thing, though, is, that none of this matters any more, anyway... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pureabstrakt/316483/ She She blinked one timeAnd the morning came,Much too soon for all the secrets to be unveiled...She sighed, tired,And the winds swirledAnd fall came to undress all trees of the green...She whispered my nameAnd all the wells of the desertFilled with the water of life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pureabstrakt/316301/ Love Dance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pureabstrakt/316297/