http://slow.writerscafe.org/blackjaye The original writings of author Belle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775948483 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i mistook distance for exile.but the road did not abandon me.every step arrives intact,as if guided by a patiencei did not invent.even here,among objects that forget themselves,i am not alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/3122403/ Home is not elsewhere.It is within me.The world still bruises,still dazzles,still asks too much- yet I walk as onewho has been entrusted.That changes everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/3122399/ i noticed youthe way one noticeseveningslowlyand all at once http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/3122254/ I think of all the almoststhe way your hand might have reached for mine,but rested insteadon the edge of a thought we never finished saying.I walk through those moments like roomswe never entered,lights left off,dust gathering on the edges of our maybe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/2952876/ May mga umagana ang unang kausap ay ang init sa pintuan ng arawhindi ito nagtatanong,kundi humihimlay,tulad ng paanyayang hindi binibigkas, ngunit nadarama.Hawak ko ang panulatna tila marunong sumunodsa mga hudyat na hindi pa abotng mata.May hila sa loob,parang yapos ng umaga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/2942594/ What if we wrote the same thing at the same time?words spilling out like rain,in a place where rain never fallsstill, but certain,stirring the stillness like a secret,just waiting to bloom,to break,to be seen.What if the letters met halfway?a sentence unfinished,but still wholeeach thought reaching .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/2942546/ I. The Researcher and the WeaverHe writes from a room where the sea is a wallwhite stone, sky-flung, and lined with fig leaves.Each word he sends tastes faintly of mistand the dust of half-buried temples.He does not sign with a namebut with a riddle.She answers from a rain-wet light,where the sun bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/2941458/ day after dayi can offer libationto the statue of Nemesisfor her to succour every womanwho suffersfrom their  faithless mister. night after nighti can dance in frontof the statue of Nemesisand sing :“ o mighy winged goddess,dispenser of dueslet every  playful man lie, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/2894045/ A voice from the dark yells out:‘Serve yourself justice!’ But to respond like his wayIs, the same way, murdering my ownself;God did not make me to make my owndeath,either to make the death of others. A voice from the dark whispers:‘Give yourself peace. The bruise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/2689619/ in the evening, during the rainy daysglowworms  go around thetop of the trees.they hither and thither, and theyglitter just likethe city lights i was fond ofseingfrom where we used to make His lei.before the evening, even if it was raining, i collect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/2313829/ i want your hand  in my hand upon my chest-- so intimately --until i fall asleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1941550/ I want time to notice the Foot of Mayonand say my own prayers for them.I want more time to walk up the hills and mountainsand make some sort of stories.I want to make a nipa house and make a garden and read books in a cradle -ropes tied in guava trees.I want to fall asleep to the song of a stre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1918868/   I live in the landwhere death does not fall from heavenDoes not risefrom down underDoes not come from amouth of a machine. Many see this greenland a land of peace      (“ You are peaceful people,  no doubt,     &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1679035/ Tonight Is dead summerHere in my heartThe flower stops from breathingThe feather fades awayThe river has gone dimIt's tongue is waningMadness is coming From Across the mountain Across the sea Across the daysYour silence -- I hear it loud,StillHere in my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1665539/ A touristhad spoken to meAbout theland of AmericaOf Africaand even of my own Asia.I said,I know littleOf the twoas I know my own land, I am nobackpacker. I am a travelerWho seesthingsIn differentways, and this is what I saw,This is whatI know :&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1557497/ In the darkfeatureless skyI created a tiny lightthat twinkled like a firefly;An illusion to lightenthe relentless night,The time of darknesswhen all the starsFade away like dust inthe gust.I know many a thingflashes and fade,But I have to makebelieve that  Some things thatdisapp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1440910/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1439762/  They say seeking for Eros is insanity; I wonder ifyou would walk to the ends of the earth through fire, through iceand embrace the whirlwind to find your own madness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1435037/ Grant Smuts : " Reality should not pervert us." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1429986/ Peerless in her perfect conical shapeAdorable lady towering in her restless sphere..................... and here isthe story behind herbeauty   Long ago, there livedin Ibalong the tribal Chief Makusog of Rawis who had an only daughter, Darag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1423484/  I tread themadness of themute and blind world still Iperceive a light emanating  fromits depth, I tread everonward in mypursuit of a heavenin a place of hell... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1413212/ Canyou stop the sun fromcoming after dark, the moon from shining  in the skytoilluminate the ground at night? Canyou stop the hands fromchanging the world with their palmsorthe liberated eyes fromseeingthe old a confinement? Inacceptance, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1408930/  tempestmay time and time pass to shatter my virtuosity and flairsun-burn may persistently tryto wither  the leaves of my every treedestructive hands may strive to undermine and dare feat  my invisible plouton;I can and shall keep my upright -position in a climewhere I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1393492/ In a moment of pondering and weighing timeWhen I think of the intricacies love brings,I praise the Heart and Mind of how they rhymeFor their quest to conquest their passion’s stings.Love cannot live without trust, from Eros I learned;Commitment, sacrifice, Psyche declaimed-- I claim.Virtues of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1382381/ Solid and strongbecause it is made of a wood of a Narra treebecause its pillars are made of the same tree.It was handed down to himby his father,by his mother . He is the foundation of his own home. He sits down on a seat at the head part of it--in his perennial place. He&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1365709/ ...and this is the poet's reply. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1361183/   May washed away April heat, September broke down Molave;Spanish house’s wall fell into decay.Hair grew into white, dusts gathered in the mind.Memory begins to fade; still, for him, all is not forgivenBlame Achilles ‘soul, my say.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1354444/ Sinabi mo sa akin na ako ay iyong naramdamanSa kada musika ng aking ingayKahit na maayos na nakatago ang aking luntiang pusoSa ikot ng aking magulo at malabong isipan Sinabi mo sa akin malugod na gusto mo akong makilalaMas makilala higit pa sa sa aking mga ingay, at pinagsiksikan moKatulad ng m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1353914/ I breathe inI breathe outI hear the beat of my heartI hear the murmur of my mind...Who really am i? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1345104/ no hard hot heart cannot be softened by soft soundscoming from between warm lips;no mad as a hatter heart cannot be appeased by a pacificsoothing  silenceafter silence ,but if such gentleness is taking the existence of anotherin to an endless flightof sufferi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1345025/ a few wordsa few sentencesglow in the pageslike a drawinglike a picture.expression of a visionperceptionas how the world beingseen.a forever capture of joy and painsof daily living.flashesof what life holds… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1342459/ time  passed i changed but  there  is this dream That  still   lingers… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1342449/  The series of sharp short noises of the thin transparent sheetThat wraps the betel chew together is noisierThan the c**k-a-doodle-doo of the roostersAt the back of our nipa house  and at our neighbors yard,A message that the early heavenly light is about to come.If I have to do what i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1329691/ What kind of hands do I have?Oh, they might offend your wide eyesWith a fine fondness of refined -Of all the kinds that gratify;   --  Short, Broad, Blunt, Rough,They’re not  “lovely”-- They used to be,  - even lovelier  -To put on --fancy--finger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1328316/ I’ll  never walk under the rainNever againThunder Lightning flicking my veinThen and againClouds bursting with anger I fearAgain and againWind blowing rage I can’t bearTime and againI’ll never walk under the rainNever againNot if someone will come and kiss meand&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1323417/    The sun was about toset, The house sparrows wereall over The lean branches ofthe evergreen mango tree; At the balcony near thewild garden I sat, on the corner ofthe old wooden chair, In silence, I listenedto their voices--so sweet So soft, so melodious Nothing was m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1323220/ I have watched how the sun rose from the layered cloudsI have watched men rose up at the noise of their clocksHeaven and Earth breathed in silence and in sighsI pondered how many sounds I’ve already heardI wondered how many silence have never shared. I have watched.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1321835/  How many moments that our hearts would remember?How many things that our minds would forget?   - Blissful, sad, sweet, bitter -   - Small, big, great -Some memories were forgotten,But this one little while--I can never forget;Nyx was our sole witness While the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1319261/ I see sun yellow, I see sky blueEverybody is smiling at the wandering cloudsI see gods watching, not sleeping in the nightI see angels flying, I see snowflakes fallingMy wings are broken, nobody knows  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1313952/ Such love as the blind-godknowsIn your eyes you cannothideNever, oh, never gazeat meTo surrender to youreyes is not surrenderIt is fire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blackjaye/1311587/ Morning is here --againI have the sun, the earth, and the green grass; They are a chord - basis of harmony-.I sigh. 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