http://slow.writerscafe.org/deeseebee The original writings of author dadist poetic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979887 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 bored..in class..wrote this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1269974/ I made a sketch with oil pastel..and wrote this poem inspired by it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1266934/ My own rain falls downMy own rain falls deepdeep down the pains pains printed on a soula soul that never falls asleepMy own rain I can feelit's salty and muddysalty since my soul travelstravels through the seasmuddy since my soul hitshits the ground on it's kneeswith bare hand digs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1241120/ When you lose someone you love, at a point there, life loses it's meaning. Nothing makes sense anymore, time stops, everything stops. They're gone in a second, one second they're alive the next they're dead, gone. That one moment between life..and death, I wonder how it's like.. What do they bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1154479/ On the tunes of Ibrahim Maaluf's "last wishes", surrounded by the three walls which decide to leave their place and travel their way to oblivion, and a staircase replacing the forth wall, I decide to travel on my own way beyond the bounds of my skin . My feet laid on the cold glass surface of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1154386/ Oh abandoned chairdragged like a corpse by two long weak armspulling you slowly on the scratched flooruntill your wooden limbs are full of scarsyou're heavy tonight abandoned chairare you keeping up with the long strides?of two bendded legswalking with a burdened pace" is it pain or disgra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1147745/ I once was bored so I've decided to write very short stories right off the top of my head! I think it's fun and they turn out to be not so bad afterall..Give feedback if you like it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1103510/ The glass was vacantempty crystal clearpurely transparentnot a single smearuntill it was filledwith the essence of fearor something less dramaticsome gin and beerup untill it's heldby a lonesome handor simply lifted up for a toast and a cheerIt even could be shatteredbe made into a mosaicor tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1103495/ When you're aloneUnoccupiedHiding behind a wall of solitude Your emptiness devours youYou're getting  trapped in a vacant shellstarting to observe the incomplete riddles of your insignificant lifeThe thirsty desires you haven't yet satisfied The unfinished stories you've left beh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1103491/ Those curses they cast upon mePulling the rootsof my growing trees from their groundKilling leaveswhich still need their color to be foundForcing birdsto abandon my sky which once had no boundBreaking monumentswhch were once standing tall and proudBurning my sacred templesto ashes while they're asle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1103483/ Rain drops fallingtouching the groundgiving up to gravitymaking a sublime sound..slipping spontaneouslyon forest green tree leaves..mixing in harmonywith someone's tears and grieveswashing them awayleaving only hopes and dreams..or delicately mergingin between someone's lipswhile they kiss their bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1103480/ Hear the tales told by the windFor it has caressed the mountainsCarving secrets and scars which never mendGiven wrath to peaceful wavesHiding the deepest of secretsor letters in bottles he's trying to sendShaken the most patient of treesWhispering "it's time to let go"so it falls to the groundWhere .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1103479/ Midst the silence of night Sorrowful tunes could be heard Swaying along with sneaking shades of light Painting a symphony On the cracks of their moon Caressing features filled with melancholy Pleading the arrogant skies for them to have mercy on empty streets .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1103477/ A clock sitting on that wallWeighing a ton of ticksExtending three armsMoving slowlyAs if they're holding bricksNumbers carved deeplyLike wrinkles on an old treeGathering in a circleWaiting in vainTo be pointed on and set freeThe wall horrifiedBy those strange eyeslong deep glancesfast sneaking look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1103403/ Drops of wine drippingon petals of roses so redslipping down the throatof a dying bottle sliding from it's lipsthe sourness of wine on the sweetness of nectarmerging gracefullyreviving lost colorsawakening neglected scentsthe air thickens with warmthas it holds their intoxicating.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeseebee/1103397/