http://slow.writerscafe.org/irn_bru The original writings of author don't know en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986552 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 raindrops await sunI hold you between each breathslowly love dries tears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/2149408/ Love songSang wrong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1543135/ Open eyed, long tearless, foul silvered orbshave you no pity? The aqua tide rides dry.Blind staring scorches, accusing twin barbswho burrow inward, a destiny to decry.Scattered rendering, puzzled pieces aligning;"Please mercy has a place, why can't I cry?"Remove the cataract veneer, st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1426975/  The white sun fellwhile the Sun was down.When the Sun rose the white sun started to fall.In the light the white sun became many sunsRed suns, Blue suns, Green suns, Any Color suns.Until the light from the Sun was to much, and the white sun disappearedforever.But what was left.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1426898/ fragile wings supportagile great blue heron soarssummer's long days cease http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1421791/ In the liquorice house there is a liquorice clock which beats out liquorice time.In the liquorice house there are liquorice chairs on which liquorice people sit.In the liquorice house there are liquorice books which liquorice people read.In the liquorice lobby liquorice jacke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1386468/ my days are alightand nights burnin a quiet firelove's incandescent longingparches me dryand yetin that constant flameI find you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1349511/ I inhale everylastwordyou say until my lungscan't handle it,gasping for Truth-but all I get is flavored tarand an oral fixationbeyond my control.You are my worst habit, yet I don't want to quit you-each crown is greater than the sum of all the consequences http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1349477/ Silence is badSilence makes me madI don’t like silenceSilence brings violenceSilence makes me sad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1348618/ I often scribble in the sand The words I find so hard to sayAnd hope the wind will come along And blow them all your way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1348440/ spinning out of controlmy mind is always spinningshimmers of pain and confusiondominate my every thoughtI can't handle itit can devour me at an instantwhen, where, why?questions I ask everydaylimbo is my residencemadness is my destinationis this it?this is all I'm supposed to bewhere do I fit in?or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1333315/ Iate the hate of mymate and met my fate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1332873/ Time and TidesLove, like an ocean's tide rollsand tumbles, washing onto the coastsof our heart but never stops at the shore.It consumes, drowns, and engulfs much more than the edges;the fragile and delicately composedshorelines of our souls.Love, like an ocean rises and fallsand our heart swell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1325592/ What do you know seeA night time lunar landingTranquillity sea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1324820/ There's a girl standing in the rainShe seems lost and frowning in painAll she wants is a friend for a dayShe's alone on a warm summer's dayShe stares at the world with hate I can see her eyes screaming in painWould someone please befriend her? And listen so her pain can be heardTell her th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1323071/ change? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1322988/ Ask The CatMan: Why do you sleep so much? Cat: To dream. Man: What do you dream about? Cat: My lover.Man: Tom, the neighborhood cat? Cat: It was love at first sight.Man: You were just staring at each other through the window. Cat: I’ll never forget.Man: What do you kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1322878/ tanka poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1320133/ Old memories, old actions, old regrets,It seems someone never forgets,They seem to return over and over again,When will they disappear, when when when...Why are the details so important,They aren't even related to us,Do they really have to add up,or have to be continuous?Feels like being stuck .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1320088/ Now if not foreverissometimes better than never http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1316735/ just when the caterpillar thoughtthe world was over,it became a butterfly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1315902/ standing in naturepouring rain splashes on uswater mixed in love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1315768/ I don’t want to think.It just ruins everything.When did the fun stop? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1315681/ Empty words tofill dead airleave this world,no one caresevery day feelslike a yeargoing on foreverWant to say what'son your mindbut no one's thereto take the timeto listen to yourbloody cryeverything feelscolder Something's goneso horribly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1315613/ The stars shining in the water the stars shining in my heart the sealike a dark mirror and your farewell kiss still on my cheek-dumb,cold,distant-like an old moon remembering another harbour. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1293206/ The crow fliesPeople dieSouls are lostTears dryLove fadesBlood stops drippingThe sun setsFlowers turn to dustPeople turn to stoneThe crow freezesAnd life .......... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1290995/ Walking on a dreamFloating above realityImagination roamingDreaming of better daysThe world in my headHappinessSmilesLaughterSatisf actionEver afterNo greedNo hatred No warFor your family For your friendsFor your sisterYour fatherYour brotherYour motherSomething.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1287581/ Would I lie to you...love is like a butterflysinging in the rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1287500/ Although I know that light needs dark to shine,I don't expect to tell what atoms mean,The universe is fine without being mine,The flowers of countless valleys grow unseen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1286297/ I don't know when it started. What i know is where it ended. All things change with timeThere are times i feel like punching a clock to go back to where it all began What i can do is accept the past, and face the future. . At times i feel like i'm in a vehicl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/irn_bru/1173248/