http://slow.writerscafe.org/Harokia The original writings of author Quattro Hall en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020067 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a piece from my new writing project I felt I have to share now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1300635/ I found this image and the idea came to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1253413/ Things that hurt my soul are things that life shows you. It seemsthose things are the things I cannot live without; I hurt for that feeling butits stays me with fear thinking about what it means to have it. I fear what thepain would be like. I cringe at the idea of it. Like a ciga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1185520/ ConfessionsI hate the world that I live in. Thanks to the peopleshowing me the love don’t exist. I hate my life. Thanks to the woman that ruin me. Fault inloving someone with my whole heart.I hate my friends. Friends that only see themselves. Theyonly care about how they get life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1185517/ Still I wait, I wait here hoping to cry forwhat you have done. Still here I wait caring for lost memories. Why can’t I letthem go?They are just the cries of my past. I still am waiting tolose myself in darkness. I wait here on corner coming to terms with what I am. I wait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1137305/ For today is the way I lost her. For today is the way I live again. I want her to know I still want her, still shewants another. For today I say I am ok to die but I fearwhat’s comes after. For today I want to kiss her but she does notlie in wait. I question her and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1137293/ Withthis last kiss I want you more. Withthis last hand I want to hold yours. Withthis last smile I fear you. Withthis last touch I care for you. Withthis last moment I will want you. Withthis last glance I will feel you. Withthis last walk I walk away from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1137284/ I wrote this about a girl I passed up in high school http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1133851/ In one moment I have lived a life time. In thatone monument I lived with her. I felt her hand, just as we brushed. I felt herhair, as the wind blow thought it playing at my face. I felt the monument as wewatch the sunset and I tried not to hold her. I seen her go thought the doorand I felt a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1130863/ Revenge The sweet taste of a calming morning fills my senses. That feelingyou get when you breathe in a fresh day. For a moment you feel as if it’s wrongyet you smile and know it is what you have to do.You find a state of mind where you can live within yourself.You stand in that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1130812/ Numb to the touch of reality. Numb to all thing with cold orwarmth. A life no one should live. Never knowing what a hand would like. Neverknowing the sting of ice as if rolls in your hand. Hopeless in fewer ways thenany person should ever have to bear. A medley might let this person feel. When.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1127593/ For this night I write. Not as a man but a being. I writefor all to know. I write as a speaker for the dead. For I feel I am dead. Maybeeven dyeing and for All that I have been through and more. It has battered atme, yelled for something. I always questioned what? I could not come to a poi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1127592/ The first new one, with a little more time and age. Here is to a good start of new writings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1125684/ Memories of what in the past can bring tears toyour eyes.Being alone, watching a sunset at a pier.As you look to a familiar seen, memories of agirl with long red hair and eyes as blue as the sea. Right as a breeze wispacross her lips and blow thought her hair. You look while the moon g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1125362/ “Please for tonight” these were the words I usedin the last time we were together.Those were the words. I write now this letter to you. Do you noticeI’m gone? Why did we run so far away. I’m writing again these letters to you. I want you know I want yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1125360/ Apologies to whom I may have loved. This sky is for you. With tears in my eyes Icry out to you my angel. Sweet meetings, loving encounters, I want thesun to set so I can tell you that tomorrow is almost near. I need you, I need to forget you. I can still taste your tears from tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1125359/ I looked at her, but she stares away. I speak to her but she kept a deaf ear. I try to touch her but she walks away. I want her but she dose not care for me. I wished for her to find happiness although I know used my last wish. I preyed for her but I know gods not listening... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1123417/ A broken heart is like death is something you can’t avoid. In many ways they are the same. In death you lose your self. With a broken heart you lose your self to someone. The only different is that you can mend a heart you can’t raise the dead. When your heart is broken you feel like you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1123415/ This is the first story I ever wrote using myself as the character base. Note: foul language http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1122368/ In sorrow I live in peace. With nothing and care I can’t not find peace. With my life in ruin I find the world is more curl. There is no life in the world with shame. I find my self on my own. I found that I can’t live in a world with nothing. There is peace in war and in love. There pea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1120159/ cleaning out the old note book. about a year old http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1120158/ Loving you I feel no pain. Loving you I have no want no yarn. Loving you I still see the world. Loving you I can feel a kiss and the love the warmth it brings. Loving you I care more for the path ahead then pain that is behind us. Loving you I still have want but its for mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1119440/ I hate the way you look when I see you in the light at the end of the day. I hate the way stare at me with wholesome eyes. I hate the way you care for even the smallest life. I hate the way you say the same things over again like “it’s not your fault”. I hate yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1119419/ Finding a new path, wish for it. Finding a new life, hope for it. Finding a new home, let your heart define where. Finding a new friend, it’s harder when you don’t live for your self. Finding a new love, wish it was that easy. Finding a new purpose, the hardest t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1119414/ Realizing what went wrong. For the pace that I have sent to you. The letters that I have stacked with dust. Forgetting the moment that I hanged on. Forgetting when I let my heart win. Timeless things still hang over me. In the wake of light I try and look away. Feelings have slowly crept out of me a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1118221/ its not done but wanted to post what I had http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1118220/ I wrote this after a drunken one night stand. My life was in a odd place and this just proud out of me. along with a few others. I think its one of the most deep thinking one I have ever made. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117570/ Sincerely your Would you care if I died? How would you know? I could die now and it would be left as no more as a moment standing in time. People would ask “how well did you know me?” I would only want to ask why? People seem to care only when they die. Can you remember the last you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117558/ She wears my heart on her sleeve. I wear my pride on my chest. She shows the holes in my soul and how the wind pasts through them. I show them how the pain kills me yet I stand as if nothing is wrong only to pass a tear. She points out my flaws. I stare with a grin knowing I’m imperfect, I&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117555/ I’m staring at a blank. The white of the paper not knowing where it goes. Maybe to find something I lost. Starting with nothing and hopping for more. this blank… this eternity this canvas yet to be painted. How do I splatter the paint or do I use the brush. Maybe the blank white is the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117552/ If you had to tell someone about love for the first time.Someone who has no idea what it is?Could you do it?Could you describe the feeling of holding a hand?Gripping a hug with passion and care?Is there a way to say how the person lights up?With out seeing it for them selves?The feeling of butterfly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117550/ Time left alone, in this place time stands still but yet it keeps moving. The every day ends the sun every sets you are left to live that moment over again. To let it keep going to hold it a little longer. To smell the oncoming rain even though it will never come. To have the breeze slowly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117547/ This is a short story i started a year ago and plan on trying to fix/finish. I hope you like it keep in mind my Dyslexia. I would love to know your thoughts on the over all story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117198/ its not really a poem but its more poem then story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117185/ All I hear is a lullaby some song in my head a voice that I do not recall. The words in a way are horrifying. Feeling flood my mind and the little hole in my heart seems to open a bit wider. I wish I could forget the voice. As I was a boy the hymns didn't seem to call out. Sound of rains a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117184/ Stroke of a key to make a melody to play song to portray what is wrong.A chime of a note while singing words that have been wrote.Lights of a flame casting shadows forgotten and left in shame.Worries in a worthless lesson yet to still be learned, worthlessly wanting.Gaining but with no greater gain... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117183/ worth inHave you ever seen world?  What would you do? How would live? Would it mean anything seeing it alone? Who would wish as there? What about a friend, Maybe a lover? Would you view it differently?  A man that know so much and could tech you anything. Still he would only tech you one t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117182/ As I watch an orange sunset turns to pink. I can’t help but think on why? I come to the point of reason and still I ask why? Why does feeling for you have to turn to hurt? It seems that I’m so far away from something but I don’t know what. Life is fickle and left for longing. I swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117181/ I can’t cryI can’t sleepDo you know what its like to be so sad and so mad you fester?You fudder  yet you can’t cryYou reach so hard for the tears yet they never comeYou try so hard to feel be it’s like threes nothing thereYou stand tall only to be knocked down and know y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117179/ Have you seen in you? That place where your mind goes in the dark? Those places you hide from the monster s in your life. that place with no color but the fire that burns gold. The broken city where no one lives. The streets where you walk only to find you’re alone. The towering places with ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117175/ Coming through the window in to a world I fear. Her room is still yet I can’t seem to find in myself to stop looking around. I’m hoping to see something that will make this world seem filmier.  She seemed anxious, wanting, willing I could not find myself in you wanting eyes.The stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117169/ Time collapses the views of manyThe times once hadThe places we once have beenThese caring words collapse with false hopeIf time moves fast when your never wanting it toPeople never see the pain from time movingOnly when it passesFor a collapse of your self is something you never want It seems .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117167/ Is a chime with no sound worth listening to?Does hearing the medley make you feel?Is the ring of crashing brass beautiful to you?How does a hammer beating a string even make a note?Does the hiss of metal screeching from bow take you?What makes music?No more than heart and will to listen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harokia/1117159/