http://slow.writerscafe.org/April90 The original writings of author April en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113166 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A reflective piece about letting the past go and welcoming changes that tomorrow is about to bring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/988060/ A sad yet truthful story of another solitary heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/905012/ This piece describes the first step on the way to a brand new life and reveals the emotions of letting the past go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/905010/ Discovering the pleasures of escapism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/905009/ Contemplations and reminiscence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/905008/ Indulging in a dream to forget another one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/905006/ My pen is bleeding on the paper,As love is bleeding in my heart,These words are bare truth,So sing them to your music,And play this music on my trembling soul strings,In case you manage not to tear them, I'm yours.  And if you ever find the answersTo questions I have never asked,Will you t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/836664/ I'm dissolved in the song of the rain -In the echoing beat of your heart.It's you pulse that still feels in my veinsEvery day spent together apart.Autumn alters the shades of the days,Seasons change - we remain all the same.An immaculate image portraysSheer grief in a beautiful frame.I am kindling t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/826852/ The sequel of "Changes" written in January 2011. Part One is available here: http://aprilavalon.ucoz.ru/Website/2011.htm#Changes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/817446/ It's half past eleven, he's bound to leave,She's holding back tears, she whispers: "just stay";He cannot reveal any reason to grieveAnd says: "I'll be back, I will see you some day".Some day in Novemer is meant to be springThat comes after February's damn thirtieth night,When fantasy birds are encou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/813918/ The pleasure to speak is my lost privilege,And now insanity dwells on a page,However, it's changing the color in days,Revealing the truth my white pencil portrays.But I'm getting sick of the poetess' fate,I only enliven the worlds your create,Denying the myths you don't want to believe,Or perpetuate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/811332/ Blank papers of bitter todayDo treasure the words white on white;If they are forbidden to say,Then my privilege is to write.I choke on the poison I've drunk,The root of my love is in grief;I'm learning the foreigners' tongueTo perpetuate my belief.The strength of my weakness deniesThe myth only half.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/799693/ I used to compare myself with a fire,So sudden, so restless, so hard to predict - A definite danger from miles to admire,The gamut of colors one couldn't depict.The flame is extinguished. The reason is clear -I crave for love fuel and only one match.I'm stronger than every invisible tearThat turns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/786880/ I am breaking the vast glassy surface of make-believe seas,As the moonlight is cutting the throat of scarlet sunrise,I am screaming my heart out loud, I need to releaseAll my silently bitter emotions. I pray to the skiesTo remain in this world for a lifetime and ruin it then,In this perfect small dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/786879/ I've turned to an actress regardless my will,Life's poignant scenario brought me the skill.Performing, I find the salvationIn changing my costumes and masks.It keeps my true guise ever changing in turn,The art of arranging's not easy to learn,It's more than just bright decorations.I've handled a dif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/778724/ The smell of Kent Failed to bring me to life,I felt almost nothing, kept silent like dead.The poisoned bladeOf a sharp kitchen knifeWas bound to cut me, I dropped it instead. It wasn't meantTo take place then, alas,My memories, lurking, denied suicide.My guise would fadeIn a half-empty glas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/778723/ I miss the tune of my ringtoneThat no one except us knew;I went to bed with my cell phoneAnd dreamt of hearing from you.Your voice became my sole salvation,Your breath �" the sweetest lullaby.I miss the waiting at the station,Observing people passing by,And then �" your smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/772063/ The times of the rhyming sensations are ceased,It's no surprise evil love has deceased -My heart is a chamber with limited space,Indifference got all my feelings erased. Frail fibre is used to the memories' blade,My thirst for your love is about to fade,Deceiving myself is revealing the tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/763918/ I am drenched in silver smoke With my weekend brandy mates, Laughing at the same old jokes, Taking part in drunk debates.  When my forces get united, I will leave the noisy bar, Soon to find myself invited To a ride in someone's car.  Midnight dates, adventures, st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/763914/ Wings I raise my swollen eyes to reach your sight,I try to guess the song that's in your head,I'm only thinkingOf how I will dream of you tonight,While looking through the window from my bed,As always drinkingPlum wine with morning flavor from the glassYou drank from when you came and made .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/751549/ Pearls of fantasies shine in the waters of hopeThat February turned tears to.We will certainly free weakened hands from the ropesIf wonder is all that we do. Let us build a small ship as a shelter-to-beAnd paint it in colors of spring.It is madness so sweet to spend life on the sea;I will t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/697392/ I'll paint your sweet portrait with tightly shut eyesWith pleasure whenever you ask.Though hands ever shaking and colder than iceDo find it a difficult task. I'll cherish the portrait and hang it aboveMy empty not warm enough bedTo guard all the secrets of mystery loveAnd clear the mess in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/697385/ Discover the lands of forever - Of harmony, beauty and peace;Your reverie's worth the endeavorOf searching a moment to seize: A moment to linger for years,A perpetuated romanceOf two ever different spheresThat twist in a passionate dance. This madness and charm are a whole,As every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/685505/ You're driving across the mysterious lands,You're making your way to the sea and the shore.Let go of the wheel and stretch out your hands -Your secret desires will call you for more. Midnight in July.The boundless sky.The signs in the violet mist.The red and green lightsThat shine through t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/685503/ I'm breathing the smoke of fruit cigarettes,One's already burnt; I am craving for more.I'm lighting the last one with no regrets -If you were beside me, it well could be four. I'm slowly turning the key in my lock;It usually takes me two minutes or three,But I have been blind to the obstina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/685502/ Describe me the pleasures of ignorant bliss,When life's like a train you are bound to miss,When casual trifles appear in pink,And wonders untouchable instantly shrink. You don't want to alter reality frail,So every bold thought finds itself in a jail.You welcome no changes, you try just to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/656137/ I'm riding the cloud of bright blanket dreams,The coconut smoke entwines with the mist,The potion of madness in violet streamsIs carving the urge that I cannot resist. The mysteries find me still lying in bed,Enjoying the pleasures of drunken grapefruit.Just several gulps, and a room painte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/648294/ Taste remorse bleeding from my lips, Feel the pain of my dreams unleashed. Shooting stars struggle to eclipse One last flash of a perfect wish.  Make the way with me, Help my spirit flee, Set my soul free, It is smothered. Let me find my place In this tempting haze, In the night's embrace, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/633612/ I say: "Good morning everyone",Turn on the light. The morning sunWill never choose to greet this placeOf greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace.Some beer into inner spaceTo sink reality for instanceIs just the way of my resistanceWithin this suffocating maze. The fussy crowds in hurrying tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/626586/ I'm here in the corner, devoured by cold,My little ribbed shell hides a desperate sigh,It holds an enigma for you to unfoldUntil I'm asleep to your breath's lullaby. My soul is rushing beyond the extremes,Revealing the vibe that is hard to appease,But once you discover the door to my dreams.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/606842/ You say you are braver, superior, smarter,Your pride, ever swollen, has poisoned the air.In fact, you are already deep in the gutter,You've merged with the shades of the earthly despair. Your crave for respect, much more cash, a career,But luck's velvet fingers won't grant you a touch,Your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/603724/ Guys, all you are good at is scolding a cop,Yes, some of your statements have meaning, indeed,But words with no reasons won't get you on top,You're giving your fellows a casual feedOf rhyming curse words that you cast out loud,So over-inflated and false-emphasized,You try to be brusque, and you merg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/597206/ The cradle of despair.The ever-winter air.Is anybody there,Beneath this dreadful moonEvoking thirst for tears?I'm screaming - no one hears.I breathe the same old fearThat I'll be dying soon.My soul strays and hovers,My heart is under covers,My lonely secret lovers - The clouds and the sea -Can grant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/577526/ Your husband, unfaithful, and five stupid kidsDo grow the seeds of despair;You water them amply, chain-eating with greedCheap sweets. Listen, quit it. Stare. Your husband detests you. Accept it is true.He needs ironed suits and your dinner.However, he had kind of feelings for youWhen you we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/563732/ You detest me. The reason is clear,And your welcome is always so cold,But the core of my perfect ideaHas been stolen by the wholeHeartless cruel rotten world. You all promptly discovered the sense of survivingAnd at last started thinking what means to be free.Full of envy, consumed with mix.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/555954/ The news has said it's getting better,But who on Earth believes in it?Now, when all dreams are bound to shatter,I laugh at such a lame deceit. And I don't care this place is dyingBeneath my own fallen sky.It is your life that I'm denying,As you have taken mine awry. I tell myself t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/531551/ You are not the ones for love to know,You are not the ones for life to please,All you hunt is dirty euro dough,It's, in fact, a terrible disease. Your infected ego is inflated,It will burst and poison all your veins.Even when the beast is saturated,It is still your helplessness that reigns... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/515029/ Thin sound heart-stringsAre already tuned. Daisy, we're parting,As I am leaving soon.Drums, guitars...Restless starsChase change and motionIn search for world renown.And when I cross the ocean,You'll feel a little down.But I am gone.So, please, hold on. Yes, your heart explodes, But my life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/510126/ This northern city with headlights-eyesHas buried me in its cold and gloom;You'll see this place in a dreadful guiseAnd once sweet home will seem a tombOnce you're aware there's no way out,Once dreams of youth say goodbye and grin.It goes farther and makes me doubtIn all the things I have ever seen... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/503565/ This song is the result of my collaboration with the Internet project Dragon Lake. It is a common story of so many married couples. It is my protest against stereotypes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/492715/ 1. The Game My mind is poisoned by my dreams,Forbidden thoughts, forbidden themes.My lips are sewn, my hands are tied,Well, I deserved it. It's all right.A chance of being understoodJust stands no chance, as no one couldUnlock two always open doors -You turned the keys and locked them both.A co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/492714/ Dive into your own damned lake,Take the turn - I'm going straight.Your intended failed mistake Has defined your only fate. No, I cannot stop the herd,I can't drain your ego's gall.I can neither beat one nerdNor by words defeat them all. But my keen and poignant phraseDoes reveal my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/492684/ This song is the second result of my collaboration with the project Dragon Lake. It describes the grief of a heartbroken woman in the frame of satire, trying to prove the world that love doesn't exist any more, at least for her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/485823/ 1. AssociationsMy days remind me of the endless autumn rain,The fascinating, charming melancholy.The sky is crying for my bitter loss -The loss of one hour's eternity.And I know the rain is bound to cease,But my sorrow will shape just another rain cloud,And the steps on our crossing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/481433/ I'm fully devoured by hate,My mind has been brought to stagnation,It's my unconceivable fateTo get slightly less estimationThan s***s in a changeable guiseOr fools wasting time on careers.Well, who is the one to despise:A poet or one of those peers?They fear the joys of today,They .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/481431/ 1. Bury My LoveF**k all the lifeOut of me,Making me squirtAll my pride and ambitions.Give me a drinkWhich is flavored with lies,Turning my weaknessTo your ammunition.Then shove your dickInto my throat -My being helplessWill bring you orgasms.Tasting your juiceWill just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/479132/ 1. The Voice Of Despair Triangles of half-open doorsReveal all the truth that is hidden:Just condoms and cans on the floor,Black papers with verses, forbidden -Unfinished remakes of the song,Deprived of the right to speak loudOf wicked intentions gone wrong -Erasers have muffl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April90/479131/