http://slow.writerscafe.org/blackbelief The original writings of author blackbelief en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978414 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The wheel goes through a puddleThe horse faltersThe hand has whipped beforeThe stride is keptThe hand will whip againThe hand caressesThere is an impenetrable silenceAn icy shiverThe hand will whip againThe stride is quickerThere is a laugh unfeelingThere is nothing to hearThere is nothing to seeThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/3120132/ The page is smoothAn old engine wheezes back to lifeThe brush demands a masterpiece from dried paintThe eyelids are heavy and weightlessIt fears absenceWhat does it do when it forgets?He reminds himself to call themThe back is burdened yetAll faces are now staticAll noise is unknown music;May be it'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2964524/ On a weary road the traveller layAnd breathed in air that called his sweatThe wind howled across his faceAs he closed his eyes for a dreary restThe songbird sat on his shoulders, stillAnd whispered tunes of a bygone strife"Dear bird," he said still deep in sleep"That path was trodden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2826781/ I was studying in university for my bachelor's when I firststarted reading a Manga called “One piece”. Every now and then, I used to havethese binge reading weekends where I just couldn’t stop. During one suchsession, I stumbled across this beautiful chapter about a starving .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2816844/ In brief flashes of  white sandswhere you wait for me,I lost a breath or two, remembering where I left you.Moments come uninvited and are gone far too soon,leaving behind embers where a bright fire once stood.All I see are visions of what was supposed to be;In this death, enough to suffoca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2815848/ It’s the end of Octoberand the winter months have comeI take my father’shand as we walk towards the city public libraryIts staturetransforms me into the little child I already am, as I get lost in the myriadbooks to see and smell and read.“I will read all thestories of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2792925/ Why doth thee, oh sombre gloom,Findeth me, as though I seeketh you?Mayhap a glebe, dusk hyacinths,Put asunder my thoughts.Fair is dusk, Fair is dawn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2785513/ Much of what Iwriteis furniturein a room.One wouldassume, given its roots,a bed in thekitchen would be odd.Almost as oddas seeing suns in the moon-lit sky,Although Iwould presume,not as odd asa number. If people madebeds for sleepAnd chairs to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2779464/ “Snip, snap”, I hear the scissors go,the locks fall right before me.In the months that preceded,It grew longer than usual.And may be not as much,but I grew older than what is my age.I do care for what is past,In fact, I let it stay for so long,it left on its own.&lsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2772808/ "I woke up in tears because of a dream today. It was 5 am. It was a memory that had been untouched in some dusty corner of my mind."It has been 5 years since I thought I let go.52 weeks that occurred 5 times and still,I think each time I started from the beginning;convincing myself to believe it was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2772803/ You have all these words to tell mebut you have always faded awayand your silhouette against the skyhas never waved backSometimes I hear you calling in strange hoursbut your words are ghost-writtenand they vanish before I can make sense of themOften I have felt the heaviness of your absencereal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2770337/ I remember,I rode my bicycle uphill and decided to pedal to the top.I remember exhaustion and pain, some more of it and the numbness that came after it.I remember not having the strength to spit when sweat got in my mouth,because any moment of not breathing meant I would die.I remember telling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2761922/ The yarn rolled down as it threaded through the needlewhen January embers screened the bleak hillside contourit rumbled and tumbled along meandering brooksand spanned all through on the heather moorTed sat on the window ledge and leeredembracing all who came by the yester yearthey came in all their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2759686/ Once in a whileI look for momentsamongst many that come my wayI trace my right index onto my left palmand list down words that defiedtimeI watch as my finger struggles to moveand practices gravitational equilibrium like Newton once did.Everything pulls on it and it doesn't seem to knowwhich way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2759191/ Ironically, even this poem mentions more of you than whatshisface. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2737431/ I was looking for still waterWhen the river had almost drowned meFalling rocks had my feet slipClimbing the mountain that killed meIn your storiesI went back twice and reached the summitEach timeYour truths were framed liesOf your painted world in flamesMy lies were framed truths.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2489839/ In the night when you whispered in my ear,I whispered back the only thing I knew.You knew I wouldn't stay,I wish I was looking for you.When I leave in the morning,know that the whispers weren't untrue.I'll make sure I go gently,I have to look for someone I knew.The comet circled the galaxyand left a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2461933/ I look out towards the far eastThe sun is warm but bleakThe wind it sends is still warmbut I know that winter is nearI came a long way from homeI do not know how many summers it has beenbut I know this winter will not feel coldLet me safely pack what I have earnedinto this old bag I brought all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2178724/ Yesterday,I put on a wide facade.I smiled and told them, "Everything was okay."and that "I will handle anything that goes wrong."and that "they didn't have to worry."My parents were happy and that is all that mattered.Seeing their relieved faces made it all worthwhile.Only if they knew, how broken a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2177837/ far long I have wandered,when the sun was eager to call up the moonand moon equally eager to leave its place.only a few moments I livedeternally wandering in the darkness,searching for the place where words come from.Have you ever shown gratitude for words that made you cry?or for the ones that gave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2176771/                                 The school playground was theworld for children at the local primary school. Most of their day was spentthinking a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2170869/ She dances against a moon so bright,a silhouette in grace of lady nightand in the lady's arms she criesMany a moons and stars alike,Cannot dry her eyes with all their might.A hundred lovers come by, and soon,with a hundred roses and silver spoons. But love makes you yea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2165116/ To the unceasing skythat knows not tiny meI have bellowed wordsmine, forever to keepthat seem to haunt and pokeforever to hurtWhy mustthe lovers who leaveand the sons that dieand the mothers who crydo so?To the darkness, shining dots of lightcradle toys that show me calmcradle toys that become my un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2162028/ My parentscome from a generationthat experiencedthe transition from orthodox beliefsto new urban living.My father loved his father.When grandfather was gone, he cried a lot in solitudeand for as long as I can remember,he has been that lonely child.My mother carried her own world wherever s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2112756/ I am remindedevery now and then, that the world we see around us,is a series of “thou shalt's”and “thou shall not’s”.Who whispered the first “thou shalt”?Some questionslose their answers to time.Over the years, though, the ‘who’ turns int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2091868/ With days to ponder, days aheadLike a flowing river in our headThat went through the mountain streamWhere we learned to fall before we leanedAgainst a wall that cast afarA shadow that drowned us allAnd through the dark, risen anewWe found the light that burned immuteI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2043719/ My Grandfather lived a very principled life.He built a vast empire of virtues without realizing its creationAs he passed on to the superior realm after long years,many who lived on,witnessed how his perception of the world had filled so many holes,concluding that the void he had filled,was too deep,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/2017256/ Based on the Saiyan Saga. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1988353/ A fan fiction of the Dragon ball Z story. It is fairly dark and violent, so if you are too sensitive, avoid reading. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1988351/ It's the little things you know,like when you played in the snow.You remember the snow ball fights,and forget about the cold.It's like watching reflectionsin the river, across the crowded cityscape,Or silhouettes of boats,carrying old men in the lake.It's like the beauty of the girl,you fell in love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1871947/ #Regression is always stronger than Progression, although it is never seen# http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1869529/ "And what of the man who must steal food,to feed his young?""Is he evil? or Is he good?I am not really sure I've ever understood.""And what of the man who shot a dozen men,for his nation?""Is he a hero? or is he to blame,for the dozen who died for the same.""And what of the man who leads to victory,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1869316/ It's funny how littlethe worldseems from a 20th floor apartmentwindow.There's black and more of it,lighter and darker,and then there's asubtle flickerof yellows and reds;all in the sound of silence.It's 4 'o clock in the morning,and you sit gazing at thecountless illusionsthat a lone and monotonous .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1848231/ Blue, Red, Violet,these city lights.They fascinate your minduntil you drift away;with the winds of dreamsand literationsof the naive child.Its a lion taming show,I tell you,and you're the lion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1836195/ If the world was black and white,would colours still make a difference?I could look up at the skybut every star in the dark, and every black cloud in the lightwould still tell me storiesof how they came to beand how,the little flower,the balloon seller,and the lonely mountainwere all,once upon a tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1834898/ Something that came to my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1805135/ This is an old one. I found this in my notebook from 5 years ago. Pretty bad I was I can see :D. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1786408/ I was looking for yousmoky eyes, Clairas the breeze blewyour wavy black hair,waist long..girl with the blue ribbondanced on the windflowed in the sun,as none had ever seen,her grace..gazes meet, heart beats skip,holding hands, rainy bus standsmemories to miss, that wet kisspromises of a hundred year.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1644501/ People often forget that the "people" they blame in general, involve their own selves too. Blaming directly or implicitly is the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1499570/ I've been bad things, mama,pushed back the good.Sweet mother, scream at me now!Please speak to me now!There's a woman so great mother,never heard of another.Just loved and served,you, mother.Don't you remember mama?How I used to cry for things,and you used to get me those.bring me you now, I'm cryin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1398089/ And so it thought        and           wonder-dared,"May be, his majesty              is too busy to care....""Sometimes all that fallen leaves want,             is to st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1373384/ I was always the silent kid.Listening is a qualitative quantity.It matters how much of what you hear.I heard it all.They said I wasn't mature enough to face the world.  So I kept listening,     without uttering.Walking ahead and paying heed only when i was told to.Silence is gold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1342428/ The orange sky turns to grey,Melodies of wind start to flow again.Shivering drops fall on our skin;holding your hands, I can forever walk this rain.Still pools of water reflect our faces.In these moments of love, our heart beat romances.Gazing on to our souls, we walk ahead,      &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1331994/ true story for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1259009/ From the darkness within me,an eerie glow that blinded courage,lurked out like the hunter of night.And I feared that I was the prey.Maimed, I stumbled towards a bright light.The purge pulled me from my being,yet aiding me to agnize,that the salvation I longed for,was the one that cast the dark shado.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1211616/ When the rain falls,Put your hands outside your door,feel the drops falling on your skin.The coldness may send shivers inside,but the silence will be greater still.When the rain falls,Stay inside your homes, if you will,but never forget to peer beyond.For what more serene could your scrutiny aspire,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1187185/ P.S. I do not own the image http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1164352/ The Absolute Power Of Dominance,placed undivided,among politically favored masses,Of wars with words fought.Of lives with those words killed.is today's "Government Of the people"The time is not far,when "for the people"from Lincoln's thoughts,would selfishly disappear;     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1162185/ The one that matters is not of a number value;for he has tirelesslyspent his time for others' sake,has toiled in the scorching summer sun.For a thousand tonnes of sweat he dropsHe gets, not enough to feed his crying stomach;but not a grain, even of that he takes.Though hard work he does all day and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackbelief/1119093/