http://slow.writerscafe.org/Naeva The original writings of author Vague en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991432 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Legendary Heartbeat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/1677457/ First try with haikus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/1458761/ Sarima, Miaras, Asmira? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/1102479/ Imagine if all you thought, heard and felt while listening to music manifested as physical law. I always do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/934197/ Olesephine U. Discheln http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/885129/ Vevena A. Laurn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/807759/ Oh, I ain't lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/630986/ See, "Sonic Embrace," for Part 4. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/630981/ See, "Whisper Again, DuVaul," for Part 2. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/630979/ I got the blues, the blues got me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/569911/ Thoughts with context switches. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/527708/ Visiting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/494097/ The kind of love you feel has happened so many times before; only with this one person. Will it never happen, or just take forever to work? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/462453/ Life gets so very complicated. "I, well...when the song ends, so do you." See, "1:46 to 2:09," for Part 3. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/458248/ Something pretty I wrote much quicker than normal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/451012/ Look down again - might only see the one that you've dared for.  From then, never looked back; forever there's rain, wind, people, you'll find that, but nothing you've chosen.  That's what you'll remember, and you'll smile staring down the way; the hole.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/451011/ He was fine until he wound up alone in this room with your face. It looks like the you he remembers, but -you- don't. The stars, the echoes, the snowflakes, and sounds said you'd always be here, falling; neglected to mention he'd have to look in the shadows of yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/451010/ I thought we’d buried you and IBloody metal, broken crystal, mangled stoneThese lie in testament of this; I thought. “What do you want from me?”Shadows flicker - not from youFrom my own question; me.Have you ever asked som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/451009/ My life will be the glinting rays of lightStretching from the window - out into the streets I will walk in leering dark, wondering:"What have I done? And in whose name?" I'll breathe this time, because I have to, butWell if I say it wouldn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/451007/ Very much inspired by the band La Dispute. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/451005/ It's personal, and I'm sure it's confusing. That's all I can really say, I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/370535/ This is something of a sequel to "Desire to Be Undone." It's a radical departure from my normal style. The idea to set up the poem was influenced by poem written by Apryl Skies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365491/ My favorite. I really like how I put this one together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365198/ Before the-, you can forget all about it; go ahead, and laugh.When the eyes change, you both gain something new - keeps them alive.Teeth bared; stand still - absolutely too late; tear you limb-from-limb. “Why do you do it?”Envision pieces, wonder off-to -thing new. “Doesn&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365196/ He rages toward the unfathomable distance above;Fields ablaze below, sky patterned above, thoughts razed within,- -resolve sundered throughout.He reaches out - flesh fails; burns away [but why?]. Caterwauls rule these cracked-chipped walls. Still yet, he may rise.And; he returns,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365195/ Don’t know what I want; want what I don’t.Too afraid to exist- -I can’t stand alone;I know I’m not admirable, but why aren’t you here? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365194/ "Picture a light, candle or small flame. Now, imagine that it moves and breathes, rather than flickering or casting a shadow. Take this one step further and envision that it illuminates nothing but itself. A deafening peace. A quiet rage. This light emits no warmth or any other kind of energy to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365193/ "I feel where no one is. Can be - could be, would want to be - since when? On I press, blood-stained staff - it slowly splits, shedding splinters. In the wake of wild and unconscious prisms of thought - those violently precise self-contained riots; a mute, blind, emaciating fury follows close behind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365191/ Misanthropes like to say…Well they like to say that Hell is other people. A millennium of torture, brimstone and burning souls, if you can believe it;All condensed into filthy, oily, water-filled wedges of flesh.Well you see…I’m something of a Misanthrope, myself;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365189/ One of my favorites. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365187/ Enamel: it grinds.My mind - rewinds; plays.The scraping- -the scratching--jaw tight; the gnashing. Act against myself, for myself; With the end in mind, I tell myself: “Soon.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365184/ This is the sequel to my poem, "Acceptance and Hope Hold hands." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365183/ AcceptanceHere I stand in this vast never-ending OceanStanding ankle deep he looks on with peace in his eyesI know some day I’ll sink beneath these waves of ChangeThe Ocean is cruel, and cold;He’ll struggle and gasp for air;Just a few more moments, maybeI’ll see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365182/ Also really old : http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365180/ Really old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365177/ He plays his song on the rooftops. With unbridled passion, and unforgivable dissonance. Undeterred by the passers by.In a World Apart.‘Till the bitter end.He plays. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365176/ He has mended the walls, closed the blinds, and shut the gates, never to emerge again. Anything else just ain’t natural. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naeva/365172/