http://slow.writerscafe.org/liquidlandmine The original writings of author liquidlandmine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991217 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 this memoir is in letter form. it is a story written by the sender to his best friend (who is also his girlfriend). it tells of the first time he smoked and how it became excessive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/591418/ Qou vadis, Filipinas? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/564202/ Vying glances lurk in twists and turnsAs our bodies bathe the dark.No rain, yes, not a drop tonight forIn love and lust, our names will lock our lips.She was once as free as her tears but nowHave my arms wrapped around her waist.It is tonight that our sighs will melt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/476303/ e ternity passes awayu nder  wordsn ever spokeni n tongues of heartsc hained to lettinge ach other go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/476270/ Make music with me blue fairy,Music won’t break your heart.Forget about the lies,Forget about the fox and the cat,Forget about Catchfools,And the tree of a thousand gold coins.Make music with me blue fairy,Return for me in your turquoise hair.Someone is in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/456180/ The spirits are dancingSo gorgeous in a starry nightSo filled with mute staresOf yearning desire. The endothermic ambienceHugs the moment of non-solitudeAs shadows held shadowsAnd bodies warm the dark. Silhouettes twist and turnComplementing the curlsAnd tight crisp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/350040/ I can’t stay and bear much longer,Another year of longing for unfelt hug,Wishes and hopes are turning over,As time capsized with broken vows. Can envy’s plot remain true?Or will it remain a plot forever?Will your hands be my surrender?Or the stiletto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/344070/ I find the rhymes corny, but i posted it anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/344066/ His heartA river-turned-marshNever will againReplenish a wandering soul.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/344063/ Airs of crazy lights tiptoed,Another season of hopes and dreams,A yellow light for the cheers;And this pale blue dim for Halloween.—and this is Halloween. In this town he calls home,Serene injustice blames his soulNever been a picture-perfect sight—.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/344061/ this is for the school where now i am at, the school whose inane censorship have bound ilurvkinilaw and i towards unnecessary limits. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/339419/ Maninina is our local term for a kind of serpent, yellow in the bottom and black on top; which is found mostly in marshes, and is known to be venomous. It is different from a basilisk which usually inhabits ponds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liquidlandmine/339415/