http://slow.writerscafe.org/orluna The original writings of author Orluna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108757 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Shadows of lighttickle my nose.A butterfly dies.Brilliant beauty fadeswhile dancing with apples.The mulberries singand the c**k crows-shaking the earthlike Gabriel’s horn.Reckon we’ll have a long day,playing in the sun. Moth dust makesme sneeze as f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338680/ Fortitude… being stupid enough to not give up.Insanity… doing the same thing over and over hoping for different results.Hope… believing in something bigger than yourself (see Love, Destiny, Fate, Cosmos)to the point of being both insane and stupid.Love… another name.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338573/ Racing through memorial halls withlaughter ringing like death tollsmixed with unsaid words and projected emotionscutting deeplylike knives under fingernails ripped to the quick.Mourning for what never wasshe crumbles under her black silk shroudafraid to show her eyesof what others .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338338/ Fractured mind-the shards sharply fallingon a sterile uterus andshattered heart.Broken...Ravaged soul toying witha finger kept emptyat the request of hollow wordsfallen from unsure lips.Broken woman...Screaming rages echoingpounding silent pleasgagged by dried up heated p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338336/ She sleeps in a dreamshe created to keep the world out, to keep on living in a myth-based on mist.Smiling forever,never awake,she lives out her daysdreaming of things to sayand do- never moving forwardalways wrappedin her precious cocoons.Warm and willing, but frozen in tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338330/ Clouds of smoke mirror Mr. Pillar’strue job. Such duties are not what one would expect to find in one such as he-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338324/ You trail down my spinefollowing the line as it dips and curvesWith your feather light touches and soft panting sighs...And I...and I...have never seen your eyes. Hot with passion, cold with disdainachingly unfathomable in a sea of painYou push into and pull me apart.Asking th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338318/ A snapshot,printed on paper-crisp.A frozen story seen out of context…What happened to them?Who are they, anyway? Lovers-yellowed and hard,compressed by time, seen only once, andcaptured on a frayed paper card.Scarves blowing, chapped lips seeking,wind-swept hair glowing with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338311/ Delicate and fragile, the other woman isdeserving of love, a hard life she has lived.The woman you love is covered in bagsfrom head to toe- just as shallow.She does not see the worth and beauty,that first brought me to my knees.I am releasing you before you can decidefor as she is ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338308/ Liquid fire... blazing... dripping... scorching my throat, tasting sublime.Whispering sweet nothings into my empty, panting, wanton mind. Illusions and dreams, imagined scenes, abandoned- Dizzy, spinning, whirling, twirling... lost.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338302/ Primal mind,looking back darklythrough indeterminable time.Seeking signs and clinging to things imagined-colored promises you say.Welcome to eschaton, dear,where the dead souls play.Feeding on memories, oncerich and full-sustaining.Months of stagnation- draining.Dust to dust, our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338296/ Through the pages of my lifeand the chapters of my heart,many faces change,but you remain the same.Soldier to priest,beggar to king,trench to home,commanding a ream.Your mendicant's cloakawash in splendorous gauzefaded as wordsworn thin from a cause.Zenith's delightan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338287/ Strong and brave, you hang on still,shaken and beaten by time's harsh seasons,no one knows the way you feel,tossed and turned by whims- not reason.The hot day and cold night slowly wear you downand week after week, you feel less alive,caught up in the patterns, everything looks brown.B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338284/ Hollywood darkness plagues usbinding us with chains of illusionsignoring the silent voices screaming for reality.Ratta tat tat... knocking on the glassceiling to break throughRatta tat tat... bloody knuckles screamingtaste of frustration lingering- in my mouth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338283/ In silence, she sits-waiting.Eyes closed, hands damp, breath comingin quick, painful gasps, gripping her-they know.If someone else says one more word, she'll blow.Heart racing, like dogs looped and circling the sameold thing- chasing imaginary dreams, shaking.Shivering and rocking from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338281/ Chased,grabbed,pushed,ravaged... Tongues- licking, sucking, takingmouths- hot, hungry, demandingbodies-straining, writhing, achingminds-focused maelstrom, relievedsouls-freed, flying  He had her trapped, there was no escape, but then... she didn't want one.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338280/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338279/ Your call reverberates throughout mestriking an exquisite chord that sets my whole being humming in tune with Your will.Commanding me to my knees....I surrender willingly to Your control.Aching and wet, with tumescent lips I await your demands...yielding with every breath to please You.N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338278/ I see people turn their headsit happens every day... “Protect my girl,” he whispered to the goddess, bestowing her once again on his beautiful sleeping witch. “For I can not, not where I am headed," he mouthed softly. Remembering back to that moment, he s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338277/ I'm in love...the isle of home is always on my mind... “Damnit!,” she cried out, stubbing her toe yet again on the table in her dark kitchen as she made her way to the light fixture to shed some soft light into the moon-drenched room. Sighing, she looked around at the mess, to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338274/ Something wicked this way... stumbles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338273/ Focused on the ticking of a small clockand listening to the rantings of aglass nation, I sit numb not knowing whoI am- a shadow of infinite hopes.Drinking in the life of those around me,like black coffee, sitting stale and bitter,I weep, crying rivers of tears on yourshoulder. Feeling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orluna/338270/