http://slow.writerscafe.org/disgrace08 The original writings of author gabrielle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775965286 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Whispers converge where shadows conniveVassals entwine with a fleeting desireTo wield their number, a mocking fightYet truth stands, unboken, untouched by their might. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/2949643/ Reading old verses http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/2173545/ If someone cut ourtongue to silence our truth, Let the eloquenceof our eyes talk. But should theylikewise blind us,We use our hands toconvey our message.But should ourhands be cut-Let our feetdeliver what we know. Should our feet be amputated-Then let the strands ofour hair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/2096367/ Fleeting...recurring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/2051412/ HereI am-Making loveWith my oldVerses- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/2045464/ Let her grieve-The LadyBy the windowWhose eyes Speak eloquentlyOf unspoken sorrow.Her bare feetOnce braved  The rocky terrainsOf the CordillerasTo reach the loom weaversOf the North;Chanted, desperately,In between the Seven Falls Of Lake Sebu,To rally the hands Of the Dreamw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1987252/ Let her grieve-The LadyBy the windowWhose eyes Speak eloquentlyOf unspoken sorrow.Her naked feetOnce braved  The rocky terrainsOf the CordillerasTo reach the loom weaversOf the North;Chanted, endlessly,In between the Seven Falls of Lake Sebu,To rally the dreamweavers Of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1953137/ Do not love me for what I am-For what I am is but a burden.Instead, embrace who I am-And you'll discover a priceless gem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1951155/ She gave him-A rosary for protection.He kissed her bellyAnd promised to be backFor his child, unborn-But he neverCame home."Mom, I'll be backOn your birthday," he said.On such day,She waited by the windowUntil dusk-But he never Came home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1929420/ Pyrrhic Victory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1919592/ Shechoseto bindher wings.Now--Her heart diesevery timethe wind calls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1895000/ The trees, leaflessThe air, cold and heavyThe ground, bare;Lifeless.HeavenIs nowhere to be foundFor the sun, too,Has dimmed,And lostIts illuminating light.So, I breathe inFumes and dust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1866627/ *Grandfather; great old man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1854668/ Blank mind + empty shelldivided by occupied hands - intense thoughtsx hollow heart_____________________pristine sheet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1834596/ Like a dew on a leaf falling to the groundon an early morn,I could see  fluid slowly drippingfrom receptacle to a tubedown to Her hand.My ears could not hear a single sound.Yet, the heart could hearthe shrieking, shattering throbfrom every drop-- Tac. Tac. Tac.Her core, invaded. Her veins .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1832189/ Like a corpseForgottenIn the morgue,I'm yearning,To breathe life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1825352/  In my bosom,Is where you chose To resideWhich gave meNightmareAll day and night:Will you break my shell?Will you rule over My mind?Will you ravishMy spirit?But, hey!I conqueredReal monstersWith my faith.Why should IBe scared of you--You, tiny lump. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1809603/ While sitting on my throne http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1790556/ It's beautiful,they said.But i could notImagine myselfWearing it.When the day came,I wore---Off White trouserOff White blouseand red lips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1785030/ state of mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1777865/ Some night may be moonlessBut my dreams won't lose its color in darkness.Some days may be long and hardBut my mind and hands are more than prepared.The future is indeed unknownBut my heart is certain it would be promising.Keep smiling and be like the sunflower. Life, despite its imperfections, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1776939/ love-- before the love-month ends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1730402/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1730023/ I hear the sky calling my nameonce again-unsettling mein my more than one hundred daysof stillness. I feel the windblowing my well-rested wings,as if daring my every featherto once more traversethe horizon,instead of languishing my life awayinsid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1719640/ Do not love me for what i am-for what i am could be a burden http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1717613/ I find inspiration on other person's desolationThe gold I keptcame from other's woe and faultIn moment of self-disgusti left  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1712991/ Ifthese cups refuse to render honey,Ifmy own cradle be cold and emptyWouldthat thwart my heart from beating?Wouldthat impede my hands from nurturing?Wouldthat block my mind from imagining? This,I know-  Eventhe fruitless narra treeIsendowed by Divine Providenceof good .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1689391/ I am Grace,because of my silence and aggression,i fell from grace.I chose to curb my tonguewhen truth needs to be revealed;And I dared not extend my handto anyone in need.Yet-- i spewed poison and firein response to well-meaning advice;and my hands could easily point a gunin moments of of rage... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1680888/ I am a nightingale inside a cageIn my confinement, my wings are restrained   But never would I let it curb my voiceNo! I won’t even take that as a choice.  My little space may limit my efforts But it won’t waver the strength of my songFor my vo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1677082/ as i close my eyes,i wish for our memoriesto come aliveeven only in my dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1675142/ i remember when you said thati am your li'l santan flower.a santan flower, you say?How dare you? Am i unspecial?thus, i walked away.then came a chance that i trod on rough roadsit was then that i understood-walking on unpaved roadsis never desolate when you see some santan beaming at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1674752/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1674750/ "At the end of the road there is a destination." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1658232/ a list of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1646186/ As nickel and goldbecame more precious than infant's breathgun powder filled the air;blood covered the earthand while these transpired--the gods they worship,the God i prayed to:watched in silence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1639975/ My hands stoppedweaving gold;my submissive spiritdefied the orders of the king;and my shaky legswalked through the filth.For all I want to do is to come home and give youthese handful of sunshine-But you're no longer thereto receive them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1622877/ state of mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1589151/ prolonged silenceallows the imaginationto wonder and wanderin different directions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1567583/ out of nowhere thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1555075/ just another "angsty write" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1547898/ ...and then, our differing religious convictions became the source of division and our political orientations made us fall short as humanitarians.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1542513/  There are moments that we need to hold our breath to listen to the gentle beating of our hearts. There are moments that we need to turndeaf to the voice of reasonto invigorate our lifeless spirit. There are moments that we needto welcome.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1529010/ You once said,the cherry blossomsare longing to kissmy sun-lust skin;thus, I put my hearton top of my headto bring this dreaminto reality-But summer came,     too soon.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1518112/ I sowed the seeds of my convictionson the pages of unassuming strangers;I painted the fervor of my spiritacross the canvas of uncertainties;I let the thickness of my blood flow freely to the periphery of forgotten alleys;While i allowed my mind to leap at random winds, without caring, where the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1501241/ it keeps coming back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1493386/ scribbling away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1484989/ I am in rage to every word that came out through his nicotine-stained teeth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1478929/ State of Mind (?) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1468294/ Save not your tears, savenot, lovely one;in and out of yourburrow, let it flow.Like the river flows tothe ocean,let it gush as if there'sno tomorrow. Come on, come onDo not hold on. The gale may jeer; thesun may roast youForget them, I tell you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1466785/ Full bellywallet empty...^____^... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disgrace08/1461346/