http://slow.writerscafe.org/HarukoHaruHara The original writings of author Charles Chukwuani en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776251884 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Homophobia (specifically, against men) and misogyny are the best of pals. They ride bikes together, and skip rocks at the lake after a long day spent ruining lives.Why?Think about it: what do people seem to hate the most about gay men? Being effeminate. Being flamboyant. "Forcing their homosexuality.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1537167/ My love is not built upon fanciful notions of things left unsaid and romanticized silence;it has no need for such absurd assumptions.My love is not the love from the fairy tales,'indescribable' and 'inexplicable'are masked excuses that need not apply.My love sleeps with both eyes open,taking in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1532119/ “I saw it with my own two eyes! A witch! Amadioha knows I cannotlie!”The girl ducked her head down as the crowd murmured in response tothe claim. Why had he come this way!? Running away had beensimple, but how quickly she had become trapped.The only thing the girl had t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1525067/ it's the monster living in the coffin,created by the bodily obstructionof sun rays,a reflection-less fiendso unkind as to not feast on blood,instead,on delectable joy,on tantalizing sun rays,on buttered flies in the stomach,on savory, hopeful dreams!sinking its fangs into themwatching the color fade.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1514517/ She tasted like unfulfilled desire,a fledgling flame,my tongue - gasoline,we turned bed sheets into fiery battle grounds,conflagrations of seemingly endless lust;bloodied lips,like wounded soldiers,retreating home with a tale to tell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1512244/ Mosquito, mosquito,why do you bother me so?Are your friends so few?In that regard we are the same.Or is it insomnia?I know that too.Are your eyes reddened like mineas sleep evades us two?Perhaps you are lonely,so you cling to the heat in my skin,like an ardent lover,only wanting to be embraced withi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1509179/ with every exhaleanother dreaded memoryanother ghoulish tormentfloating minuscule cloudsevaporating into nothingnessmy lungs would be sacrificesblackened, bloodied sheepon my altar of blissful forgetfulness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1508519/ "I could take you to the brink of deathand you would still adore me",she begins.Her idea of foreplay."It's only human",she moans,her tattooed hand pulling on my hair."God flooded the entire worldso why do we not detest Him?",she asks,throwing her head back."Because He sent Jesus to save us,so they s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1460702/ I want to write about a girl.When she enters a room and begins to speak,even the loudest voices become quiet and meek,even the most verbally astutebecome mute, and I forgot I ever had a voice.That's why I'm writing about this girl. I have yet to retain my ability to talk.I thought falling in love wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1460149/ what if the identities of the worlddon't fit you?like tight clothes forced on the big bonedbecause you're supposed to be thinor a frown on a pretty facebecause you're supposed to smile and grin?what if it's bigger than that?like a ding a lingon a woman named Joan that loves to sing?but nobody knows .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1456927/ The first time I tried a cigarette,is a story I always wanted to tell,for my parish priest had always said,that if anyone did, they'd go to Hell.My hands were shaking as I opened the pack,and I pulled one out and stared,at the tiny, slender thing.tiny slender eternal damnation."Light it you dumb a*s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1456058/ It is so bland,it does naught but stareand glareand entrap him,could it not disappear?And let his eyes embrace the sunas it empowers him with golden might,and let his gaze dance with the moon,while the night twinkles in starry delight?Ugly ceiling,caging his being,caging his feelings,caging his mean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1408959/ In my culturethe first son requires a strong back,to carry the weight of familial expectation,it is a heavy sack,so to bear it, he should be tall,his feet should be strong,and long,and thick like the palm wine trees,his mind should be a fortress,harder than stone,harder than bone,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1403328/ Ifwe are to be in loveIdo not want you to ever need me,fornecessity in love breeds a pair of parasitesthatfeast upon both hearts in a sickeningsymbiosis,and therefore,Ido not want you to lie to me,andlikewise, I to you,thosefoolish lies that lovers tellwhenthey allo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1401921/ The guys are over at my place,Sunday night game,Richard is off on another tiradeat the damn referee,and as I sit here observing it's the usual charade,the manly facade:chug, chug, chug the nasty beers,bear-like bellows, touchdown cheers,ogle at cheer-leading derrieres.Suddenly Richard cuts his insul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1399824/ I close my eyesand for a few seconds, it's beautiful.I'm back home in Sayrevillewatching the painter guy paintwhile my mom bakes piesand I make paper airplaneswith the painter's daughter.Anna.Her laughter like sunlight growingflowers in a young boy's heartbut he was too shorttoo skinnyand too scared.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1399550/ You can see it, can't you?The moment that changed you.It hangs, suspended in memory,like an iron ball,floating in mercury.Reaching for it is futile.Amidst a monsoon,it is but a single raindrop,as impossible to grasp as the moon.It does not apologize,for the torment .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1398252/ You once stood alone on the precipice of a mountain.The rock whispered warnings I did not heed.Together we shall jump and soar!Like shooting stars and birds galore, promised words,yet you pushed me off and watched me fall.Even as I fell betrayed, Caesar and Jesus,even as I looked upon your face, Jud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1395426/ I wanted to write a poem today,words that would transcend the limitations of the pageand rise up to the ears and dance; musical soundsthat would make Julie's hills come alive.I wanted to write about the man I could be,a man that had answers rather than questions,a man that could wear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1395034/ I was the glassy eyed resident of his bathroom wall.He used to look at me every day,and I back at him,some days he would talk to me,begging me to deceive his eyes,but I am a creation of Veritas,I cannot lie.I wish I could console him,his tortured eyes,his soft lips that speak in sighs,but now I see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1391408/ Have you not eaten your full?You damned parasite,you accursed leech,you vampiric fiend,I'd rather you feast on my blood,instead of my joy.But, alas.What do you care how I suffer?You simply live in my shadow,waiting to pounce on my fears.You are depression,you exist for those moments,that I dare to d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1390527/ Some nights I write solely to forget her,to pour her essence into ink on paper,and then scrunch them up and throw them away.The memories of her cling.They are like a spider's web on my skin.As I write her away she materializes in the words,hovering phantasmically,an ephemeral presence seeming so ete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1387105/ What becomes of words unspoken?Could they possibly find any joy,like a once happily chirping bird,that accepts his song is better left unheard?Or would they they rage angrily in jailed cells,breaking down into morphemic beasts,and jeering at the words that get released?Do they become filled with reg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1386900/ This girl sitting in the back of the cafereading The Social Contract, I think she fell straight out of my head,she's not too tall and so slender,withluscious dark skin,I hope it smells like coffee,s**t, I'm a creep,what if she looks up at me right as I'm inhalingher imaginary coffee scent from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1386619/ There are women that can possess you with their eyes,beautiful gorgons,beware!All it takes is a single glance to be caught in their glare,forever trapped in an eternal stare,oh, the power in that stare,strong enough to turn even the greatest of men to stone,and then they pluck out the rib bone,enter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1381176/ I have grown so weary of this hurtful place,time moves so slowly in this manic space,it makes me tear out my hair,and writhe in my sleep,it makes me drown in despair,drowning in the tears that I weep,how can I free myself of this pain?Can I scream the pain away?Perhaps if I y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1378915/ Your love burned with the intensity of a thousandleeches,slithering and sucking my shriveled soul,leaving me dryer than the Saharan,so lost was I in the sandy depthsthe heated hellish tormentof your love,like a witch on a stake watching the tendril turninto a flicker of flame,into a conflagration,bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1376838/ There was a thing,a creature that lived among other things,ostracized beyond its reasonand so it went,to a corner of the world of thingswhere it spenteons of time alone,frustration pent,wandering the desolate depths of despair,until one day it found a box,a box that trembled with the powerof the unk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1375121/ I could do nothing to stop my once luminous heart,from being drawn into you so strongly and torn apart,whenever you walked by the sun seemed less bright,the moon let out sighs in sheer awe of your sight,the planetswhispered of your coming and oh,how they would shake!For they knew you lef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1373920/ To think it was naught but chance,that I was able to lay eyes on thee,perhaps I was struck through the heartby fate's lance,in that momentous serendipity.It was some day in a certain November,when the wind blew ever so harshly,that it wrenched from your hand a single paper,the genesis of our se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1364841/ Looking at her is like looking at the sunwith bare eyes as child;risking blindness,and yet I still stare.She is the moon,she is the clouds,seemingly within reach,but never tangibleas my hands grab nothing but air.She is encapsulatedin that momentright after waking up from a dream;slipping awayt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1362705/ She came crashing into my lifea meteor, ready to cause strifeand terror,her presence blocking out my sky,and despite the obviously impending doomI continued to stare,because of that beautiful allurethat sometimes exists in fear.She had once lived on Venusin a floating city,so as to be able to breath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1340021/ At an almost forgotten timeshe was a Psychotria Elata,performing a flower's duty:appear pleasing,and pollinate.Not a worldly care givenfor what lies underneathher seductive bracts.The bees came and went,and so they leftonce strong style, bent.Roots damaged,and most heinous of all,sweet pistil, ravag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1335058/ That I did not really know you,I thought I did,I swore I did.I thought it was enough that I had explored every expanse,every crevasse,and committed to memory all detailof your skin,ah, had I known that your heart remainedLouisianabefore Lewis and Clark;you let me see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1330635/ There is a street somewhere in Paris,where bubbles magically appear,perhaps it was only for that day,perhaps it happens all year,but it created a happiness,that left no room for fear.The touristic babble of Champs Elysees,had bored us silly and so did we sway,away from the sights the city seemed so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1330314/ I love you as the sun rises.I hate you as the sun sets.I can no longer differ between East and West.I love you and so I love me,the me that is able to love you so altruistically.I hate you and so I hate me,the me that surrenders to you so powerlessly.Oh, what wicked a force it is that so strongly bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1328120/ The bards of old were impeccable in their deceit.They sung of great battles,their words solidifiedand became paintbrushes to us blank sheets,drawing skies tinted lavendermirroring bloodstained fields and rivers,they drew great armies of men chargingwith triumphant roars and flashin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1327699/ The woman I loved blinded me,with her utterly brilliant glare,every smile was a solar flare,when she spokeher words alone inspired genesis,she was whiter than the whitest dwarf,and redder than the reddest giant,the strongest swirling creations of darknessdared not attempt to suck in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1327078/ I wear a lot of masksthe first mask comes on five minutes after the bell ringsand the teacher takes attendancemy head is down facing my deskpreparing my maskI know just when to don itwait for the awkward pause after Tim-o-tee Chambersthen comes the hesitationthe mispronunciationwait for itwait for i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1326346/ Are you lost?Is this one step forward or onestep back?How can you tellwhen they all appear the same?Beleaguered legs on Penrose stairswith only the mirror to blame.Do you look upon itwith honest eyes?Or tear your gaze awaylike after heartfelt goodbyes? Or do you smash it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1324379/ It had become so easy to accept,his mediocrity,it had the allure of a painting left unfinished,so much promise,so he could tell himself it could be great,without actually making it great. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1322830/ One day the writer just sat in wonder,and let his thoughts wander,a time to ponder,he brainstorms, neural clouds darkenand thunder,waiting for the torrent of words to flow,for the roots of knowledge to flourish and grow,for ink to reap and sow,but when the heavens do not cry,his eyes do,the water th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1322486/ She wakes promptly atsunrise,as she has done for ayear and twenty,her back aches,not from the bucketsof water she will fetch from the stream,nor from the bendingand sweeping under hot sun gleam,and not from the soonto come pounding of pestle on yam,to feed the daddy'swhite fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1318405/ I keep getting lost in thisdream,where the desert is all aroundme,to the eye the streaming sand is infinite,glittering golden brown underRa's glare,my feet bask in the comfortingwarmth,as my unending search for hercontinues,the scorpions whisper as theyscuttle,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1317665/ feelingscan never really be let goif you burn them they rise like phoenixif you bury them they become Lazarusif you let them fly away with the windlike a boomerang they return withinif you drown them beneath watery depthsthey float like witches don'tparasitic to human naturethey are the shadows of o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1310003/ Love is slavery.Her existence demanding,total submission.Cupid's bow, her whipleaving wounds on virgin hearttoo frail to resist.Bold eyes are his gag.A single glare can silenceany and all words.Her touch, Kryptoniteto the patriarchal 'S'taking all his strength.Throaty voice exudespower so Cleopatran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1305640/ The air in Hiroshima is exploding,As if it is no longer air,Smoke so thick it seemed graspable,Mushroom sky,Carrying up fading prayers,And final thoughts,White ghosts floating with skeletal arms,Wrestling with their shadows,Refusing to accept the obvious demise,The fading into nothingness,Like the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1299611/ Trying my hand at descriptive poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1296375/ My feet are still wet from the shower,As I reluctantly head downstairs,She does not even look at me as I walk by,My mother,Too focused is she on her pecan pie,For a moment I almost call out to her,But as the words are about to escape,Father walks in,Late for dinner but early for dessert,As is his cu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1295237/ It was cloudy outside,The light and playful kind,With enough sunlight to make you want to just keep walking,The ground disappeared beneath my feet,Descending destructively to derisive demons,The kind that mirrored those of Dante's Hell,Flowing into each other in their infernal pits,Expressing though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarukoHaruHara/1291708/