http://slow.writerscafe.org/assetbalin The original writings of author seath en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006237 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It should’ve been an endless time for the moon and the sun’sembraceIt should’ve been a classical song that sits in a diamond ballroomIt should’ve been a deluge of memories which holds our ankles, our puzzles, our chills It should have b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1427418/ not a word shall flownor a glace so dearfrom my mouth and eyefor flakes of the year.not a face of oursshall be found in gleefor the stir we wearsteals the time, to beshrouded by the warmthenthralled thru the nightby whispers of the tidesoh,tireless sweet devoirs.'tis nil of pertinencewith the coming.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1299125/ To chase such thoughtBetrays the impetuous pulseOf my heart of hearts To plunge these fingers In a field full of lettersIs to dip a life in ennui I want to grow my thirdAnd fourth free-fleeing feetWith a bow and arrow albeit  I’ll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1298185/ I know we could not stay like this foreverWe could not steal the light of the night and makeit oursWhenever we rush past the glowing lamplightsJust to pour a handful of fading smiles in our eyes I know how the doubt tastes at the tip of yourtongueI had a good sniff a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1234967/ a porcelainfiguredisfigures mypassionto fall deaf toviewsof distracting nature;what is of beautyoften,is a rarity,and most probablya cherisheddelicacy.this shapelyporcelaincontains sweetsand dreams!Dreamsi yearn forsince I learntt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1226728/ as the dewdropstrickle down,downa lean,white,hourglass frame my knees stood toclasphalf of theentirety of these red rose petals.then my lipsreachesfor a nave,to blow a kissof glacial flame.a pair of graincollidesto the soothing rhyt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1224657/ darkandsilentasitshoudbe,thatthecoldwrapsmykneesnooneshallnoticethispieceevenmybruisesonthiswristmypenshurtingbutihavetomyeyesarefallinbutioughttotastemoremasquerades‘n’blendwithtranslucence‘n’standlikearoughboulderdevoidofanylucentfeeling forthesociety’sfullfoffoo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1219916/ the Headstone standsin wait, and prays for Deathhe longs to lean andkiss the grave ---------- false faith.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1219302/ notso was i,consumedbyagitationtocorrespondorto knock toher phone.…forthere were preoccupationswhichdrip on herstillsilhouette…supinewere theselimbsand browsasI thought of our not sodistant days, the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1218196/ pluck the strings before they snapthe old violin casetempts my sight bow on stringsshrill in toneneither could redress nor atone --for the scordaturamending not a thing--for the sickeningtonespiercing my being pluck the bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1213704/   poignant words were carved  using those pale brown eyes  of yours.                         to  my         &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1211959/  thecunning lungs once or for the tenth time,i beheld those rosy mountaintops.while the atmosphere’s paleand my pupils are somewhat eager.i rest my head on two outstretched logs,as they pose for sleekness and lusterthey were bent without any tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1210674/ Thereis an upheavalInsidemy crestAndfor my heart to concedeWouldmean an end!  to the ironiesWehad gradually collected.Formy sinews to continueWouldcall for a euthanasiaTo thisflickering, fading ego. Thereis an uprisingInsidemy very brainAnd Isit with ApathyAs  th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1208020/ Knifein handIslashed my palmAndLick my own blood with delight.AsI was looking at an ephemeral imageOnthis sharp silver strand of steelIfell to a standstill & grew so much, more delighted.Andso, snatched IAhandful of palliative sandCovering.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1207033/ Bury a number of your emotionsUrgently do, please do so!Save your soul and mind!You are not just a residue You are not just a speck of dustFrom  thisforest-like society.Use your empathy (to be wise)Either for the cruel-heartedAnd for the unconcernedAnd for the soft-hearted.Provide some reins .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1203964/ helplesslyi gropeandendlessly i thought ofyoubeing engulfedby yourfavoritestripedcloth.a clothyou keep for years-forfive years it is. distinctlyyou did describehow youcared  for the threadsof thisoccasional garmentyou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1203870/ even ------a moonbean has atime for sleepa time to gatherevery intangible impertinence on his waya time to deliver ayarn of soliloquys within a squad of himselfa time to elegantlysavour and devour the aroma of mundane crumbsa time to laugh orsnicker and grieve or talk e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1203460/ When???Tell me!!!Could anyonePlease tell me, when would their faces be effacedIn the moon-like structure of my head‘Coz I got a gossamer cover on my whole being. This liquefaction -This modification -Of our role and description’s arduous!A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1201386/ surreptitiously i ogled for my earand in a vociferous whisper, voiced iand declare--an intent for a steepin the cold feet of the twenty-eight ‘twas in hera’s moon, of half andgloomthat I had been rooted on some rocksduring the roosters’ unpredicta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1200352/ a note from our sojourn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1198127/ .andonce you’veglanced  at the decadesway past the days-we’ve locked in our chestsyour smile would be mercurialglossy, somewhat unstable, yet useful. .and glance tooif you might beyond the firstchance and the las.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1176107/  For it istruth that change is indifferentTo themanner of writing which I possessTo the way Iponder when I’m blistered with crossesTo theharshness I feel on knowing that you- you’re just thereYou arereally thereKeeping yourdistance While I do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1168429/ dowhateveryou please.take that gray shovelin thy pale gracious hands.and dig in a mossy vacant groundjust around the dendrites of thy orchard.ne’er did i possess a rein for thythoughtsneither for the chords you play in yourheart’s strings... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1166949/ all i had yearned foris to feel you at my backas we watch a calming view at dusk all that we need is to take our feet for a liftand let the speed whisper our relief all that is there to hearis the mingling of our watersas we cut through the highways.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1143676/ still.all in waiting.ire for time. imprisoned through circumstantial charmsofhaving been civilized in a facetious world or wondrous mundane works so itseemsthisexistencethispresent, present-presentsan assimilation-knownonly to our bosoms.a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1143659/        thenight sky sings for our souls.theechoes i feel....floats like dandelionsin afresh, mid.day air‘tis more worthof eloquence-to let not-any wordflowfromour furrows... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1141294/ There was a day when you were blondeand I was black The time I was aware"I love beingblack! The time had not remained Till you sprinkled a shade of lightin my mouth. (You see, all recollections areshelved,  Sealed and undisturbed, until youtaste my worth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1141288/ On the solstice of my crepuscularautumn dayI made a couch out of the witheredbrown leavesAnd out of such acute exasperation, IglancedBleakly- - in the vast expanse of thered horizonEverything is stationary; gloom--inabsence.And out of these images I had laidmyself dee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1140200/  soyou  stiroverthese streams  of emotionsasi dine amidst your questionswedaresay, we relish, we traverseanumber of museum with our jaunty facesandsinceyou&iaretooproverbialofwho we are ,ofwhat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1137445/ washthy countenance�"fromthe fountain of truthan’ hearkento Sigh’s screamsas thychest heaves in quietude. appeasenot in constraintany ofthy faculties ‘reserve,awasps ‘sting, forgets as idleness of Timepermeates .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1136704/ bladesall stretched thin!----sharp!-----truculent------------------toany inexperienced touch. likea mushroom crownthewind tosses your gowne,i,.green---generousofa sweet morning scent. thisscent, could send agentle spell to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1135740/ "this is poem coming from my sole soulmate, this is the mirror other poem which was entitled, River of Forgetfulness,..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1133918/ ''the experience seems still to be so vivid, her face.... those traces which we, alone, could only reminisce. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1131132/ The past night’s promisingscent tastes sweet still in my ears,Ere long thy radiancefadeth in the waning nightSuffusion of hues wraps ourbounded temples again.How enthralling to behushed and be envelopedIn such embrace, suchcaress, such gentle kisses.While the gales andheaven’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1131130/ Some look at it not with the utmostdisgust--They just are innately tempted to tearthem apart.Some do savour their dues with cluelesstoes....They seem to have drifted in the formof Morpheus.Some tilt their heads in ninetydegrees!As if waiting for the ceilin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1130146/ "a first person p.o.v. observation on a young mind in struggle due to dilly dallying" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1129476/   Could it be?Time is an arrow----Cutting through my marrowSplitting up all sorrow"How do you do?I see you... I dreamt of strolling in a velvety iridescent meadow. Shall we be?A mile’s earshot? A wile to a selfless hand"I darted pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1129443/ if you happen to have any musical instrument with you,,, you may take the first four lines of my poem with the tunes which i had inscribed,play with the intervals which your psyche might provide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1129309/ Weep not my dear,Weep not-- and bear--Bear your maple tearsWe’re here! We’re your collective pails. Weep not my naiadWeep not and bear--Bear the vase ‘til the riverCries for furyFor the bareness of your feet! Weep not my dea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1127485/ and so here i've got this selfin an icy glassin front of upright radial grasses...the sea's in content as it glance upon the mellowed lovers in their secluded stairs...i stare...i did stare...just stared....its the fifteenth...finally i've noticed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1126006/ To be mesmerized while in a trance---Looking at a distance, I closed my eyesAnd I breathe the air which was onceOurs, in the night’s stillness, in moon’s embrace...We are the pilferers of chance"and "distanceAs we feel each others’ lips with a dance...I glan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1125991/  i would witness as I often do----a dew of haste on someone’s browwhile red roses droop abreast his elbowsend for the bars--- of black and brown"I’ll withdraw!    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1125560/ You are the fourteenthAnd I would not hate you for thatYou are but a two-edged---knifeUseful to others but abhorring to my sight! You are but a number But you cut through my consciousnessLike a lemon pierced in tearsSucculent yet estranged to sweetness....&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1125555/ The House of Atreus is stained with blood,Not even Cassandra could conceal it from her mouth,Like your forefathers  you bearthe wrath of the gods,Indeed the curse continued even in your hands. ‘T was perplexing to be in your stead!For bringing justice requir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1124994/ i have to go back to my old real self.this is too much! wherever i look, frustration is all i see'tis painted on the wall, on the classroom door,in the tabularas' faces, even in the lookin glasshas the world stopped turning, or this maelstrom of hemlock and ivy sipped through me?i could not say,who'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1124227/ poem no.II,Crosses and Oxymorons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1124169/ my college cinquain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1123598/ my college cinquain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1123576/ Words and wishes are in my breast I hope I could free them before you rest,For now, you’re gray, and too farawayBut still you linger in ourmemory. For half so much I turned my backOn staying sleepless in my dreamsat night.Do I deny the longing in my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1122435/ “You could have seen him, ma You could have seen him  Lift his little arms, asking - For a clasp that we do,adore  You could have seen him  Straddling, with hurriedness With a full bloom kayak Beneath his impecunious nose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/assetbalin/1122417/