http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nikaule The original writings of author Nik en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046097 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Naked and unafraid I enter the sphere of self I am the Prime Mover The Moved And within I lies the inferno.Dash your idols Against the wind.Release.The plaster stayed The mask remained How to remove it without Disfiguring my true self?Slowly.The gauze revealing polychromatic wings A met.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/1000538/ I know all that "Power Couple" ish sounds convincingBut B and J would be just another drink or oral favorIf he wasn't Big Pimpin'...Need and Loneliness can render reality the victimAs I reminisce every sweat stained moment of our existenceYour prolific weakness begins to fade int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/439907/ TomorrowTomorrow promisesTomorrow promises nothingTomorrow promises that I'll sweat you out like a drunk nightShrugging off unwritten letters and unspoken daydreamsThat meant nothingAfter all, daydreams are just superimposed fantasiesOf what I want us to be with what I think sounds goo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/439906/ poetry is just words really http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/414340/ maybe it's real... or maybe it's all an illusion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/414318/    My grandmama was so wiseTold me I had treasure 'tween my thighsSo when I came of age, I fled the cageTold him to reach in and grab the prize.My momma knew the secretTold me don't ask, demand respectSo every bit he took, I wrote it in a bookExpecting it back like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/405135/  This is our futureThisThis is our future?The failures of our education spelledIn connect the dot patterns of shattered glassAcross the beer and piss stained concreteThe smoke strangled laughter from the hallwayThe curlicues her legs make as her soul preparesTo evaporate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/405099/ everyone saw him differently... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/382836/ The title isn't in the poem, optimistic realism is an oxymoron, and this will be later divided into two as it should be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/382289/ If you see allure on the road, kill it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/376833/ something light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/375744/ story of realizations in learning to love self http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikaule/375729/