http://slow.writerscafe.org/cdholmberg The original writings of author Christopher.Holmberg en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775982387 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You are...You are a diamond blooming in the heavens;A tangible source of everlasting love.You feed on what is below and above.You curl yourself in times of weakness,Around  gallant poles stuck not within holes;You roam through sea's skies and meadows.You bow to all who cross you;A courteous def.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cdholmberg/679716/ Eveloped by desire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cdholmberg/657994/ A verse (improvised) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cdholmberg/656373/ 2 poems I wrote, combined to make 1. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cdholmberg/655561/ For life,there is suffering. For death,there is nothing. But!To live is to dieand to die is to have lived. Mediums collide,retracting... SURPRISE! The glass is already broken,what else must be spoken? When the grass is token,the clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cdholmberg/633336/ A quick look into the teachings of buddha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cdholmberg/633318/ People come and go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cdholmberg/564395/ Seeking, but found fused in a circle of emotions.Can I release myself from this cave of blue?Anchored accordingly, with the throttle engaged.Thirsting for focus and lusting away-I harvest this feeling of happiness-Knowing it will end negatively...Though&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cdholmberg/556115/ Caught between breathes,silence stares stupidly,at-the torn exhausted soul;leaning into nothing-but himself. Time, no longer existant. 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Easy for me to see. 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