http://slow.writerscafe.org/driftinginclouds The original writings of author Aisha Mnd en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776202476 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am in the worldthe world is in meI am the same atomssprung from the explosion to the beginning  I am the stars, the planets, and the moonsI am the orderof the chaos  I am the universeaware of itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1421383/ he smiles at you,that beautiful smile of his, lop-sided and careless like the wind he smells of the forestof the pine trees and the grassof adventure and loyalty She could have made him happyyou draw near to him, and bury yourself in his armshis chest is against yours, his heart beats violently agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1339915/ Dub Dub Dub, that old, forgotten tunewould beat in her ears under the full-moonwhere she would lay in a cocoon, wrapped in his promising armsShe tries to remember the sound of her heart as it sang  her eyes close and she listens eagerly, but cannot hear: her heart has slowed down, too old and w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1339909/ Abel, a boy too embittered for his age, is sitting in a coffee shop while a yearly festival is held in his town, Agueda, Portugal. A peculiar spectacle helps him regain a taste for life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1330043/ Within us/is the mystery of life/more luminous/than the light/of every star combined http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1330030/ The girl is dancingenchanting, rather attractive common in intellect but has a soul too bombasticfor her modest frame just starving to aflame the world into dust'cause she's too old to trustbut too young to surrenderin the battlefield concealed in dazzling lights… The girlis breathing fire .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1326467/ No longer am I that bright, outspoken girl with eyes alight with zeal ablaze with every word leakedout of her eaglet mind. No longer do I hold a tongue sharp, a thirsty shark as I have begun to worship the patriarch of materialism, capitalism and all the other-isms, and have neglected the talent of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1319150/ one huddled over the otherone shoe pressed against another in this long, vibrating tomb, they standand when the electronic doors swing and the robotic voice speaksthey follow her commandand leak in and out like beeswith bags clenched in stiff handsmoney well-spent, gazes cold, never a smile thrown o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1311393/ In a cosmogyral, swirlingwithin the lonesome spacesbetween the beaming stars,fetching moonsand planets seenand yet to be found.A question once,an indigestion now.A dalliance once, an imbroglio now. I am entangledin a labyrinthine of silvery threads.I am engrossedi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1285606/ Lost in the passages of time, was once a woman with hair as smooth as imperial silk and fair as the sun's rays. None knew of her existence, as she came and went, when the time was ripe. Amongst us, she still is. Immortal she is. In the setting of the sun, in the songs of the birds, in the wafting of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1274533/ An empty oyster, I fool the visitor, as he opens the shell, eyes alight in hunger, in hopes of find the luminous pearl, but only vacancy greets him.  A flowerless vase, my buyer searches for the most delicate array of blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1255906/ Written during a period of depression. Excerpt: With my legs thrashing about/ Eyes unwavering as I watch the/ Waves, a lover’s ache. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1255838/ A woeful poem. Depressing. Excerpt:Life has ceased, death has not arrived, and I am in a constant limbo between the two, a child in a divorce. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1231490/ Muddled thoughts, metaphorical suffocation and existential gloom must be vented--- thus this poem. Excerpt: Lost in the perpetual/cryptogram/ never to be encrypted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1231478/ A short story concerning enticement, greed, power, deception and poverty. Excerpt: A sickly smiled materialized on her heavenly face, an offence to cherubic beauty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1230930/ A morose poem. Excerpt: She sits still/The pond is frozen/A sparrow is singing/ Her mind is spinning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1228403/ My parents immigrated to Canada from Afghanistan. This poem is for them and the family members I wish I could have met. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1211983/ Written during a period of melancholia. Excerpt:thirsty eyes are watching/ piercing the echoing darkness/ the pebble is descending/ the ragged face is placid http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1211934/ Written during a bout of existential depression Excerpt: A dove I was born, but you have made me an unsightly crow. I try to sing euphonious tunes, but I am not a nightingale nor am I a nimble parrot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1208379/ Started as a diary entry, turned into a poem. Excerpt: Morbid thoughts are now somehow velvet lace/ making graveyards look like gardens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1189569/ Poem written whilst feeling nostalgic about childhood. Excerpt: elusive childhood skips before me, dancing with rain beneath a dark sky/cerise balloons fly with the cool air of the night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1189141/ A poem I wrote for a prompt I thought I'd share. Excerpt: Petals unhinge/ silken sheets between my thumbs/ I caress the freshly dead I’ve embezzled/ and pick at new. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1176034/ Misfit, I amin this land where rulesmust be abided by, or onewill collapse, become a sorethumb, amongst the grey palletof this world in whichwe have been flung in, by forces unknown to us mortal men.  Hungry eyes, a thirst, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1171803/ Talentless  Yet, now is my golden ageThe peak of my life,But golden eggs are nowhere to be found Endless VoyagesThe sea is deep and blue, The ship sails north, east, south, west, But all are empty destinations&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1171635/ A poem based on the shallow and superficial. Excerpt: pretty girls sit rigid, and have their pinkies out, as they sip from their ivory tea cups http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1169839/ Excerpt: Listless travels, endless seas. The plane, the humdrum of wheels against the floor. My ears clogged, ringing, as we crash down, plummet, plummet, into the endless sea below. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1169833/ Excerpt: White lights flicker, like fairies they dance above concrete pavements. Ancient dust swirls, dust motes pirouette amongst the busy, mundane streets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1169831/ Where Anything Can Kill We need water.But it can kill us too. Drown us, seep into our air passages, throttle us. Take our breaths away. I choke, the bottle of water falls from my hold. Against the cold, marble floor, it crashes. Water trickles out,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1162422/ Excerpt: A rose wafted amongst/ the frozen fields/ dancing with the breeze./ It had sprung/ from icy, time-frozen lands./ A miracle, in a godforsaken/ place, where all stood at a still. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1161423/ A poem written during a period of existential depression. Excerpt: A star plummets from the sky/ lands on my hands, and begins to/ burn my very flesh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/driftinginclouds/1159465/