http://slow.writerscafe.org/njcelles The original writings of author Juan de Rajah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776039370 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Grey, empty skiesthe rising sun.The sparrows greetingwith mockeries,perched among cablesrumour, their symphonyall speak of misery-the fruit of this affairDon't want to see you againbut I'll visit anyway,and so begins this tortuous day;senselesslywith a hollow voice I pray,intoxicatedwith the bitter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/njcelles/1201729/ The bitter things that draw a smile,portraits of memories in a canvass of wind;a wilted rose beside a picture frame,photograph of lives once twined,knowing that this Earthspins not on what we want.Some tears to be shed,some blood to be bledyet bitter memories,may keep a heart smiling,like the coal k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/njcelles/1201723/ In the grave of the eartha blade unyielding lies;a light, no shadow can hide,a life, that can never die.Even shadow sways to this bladedeath, obeys the Light that cannot fade;in the halls of nightmaresLight can forge the strongest courage,from the darkest hatredthe most powerful love.In the darkness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/njcelles/1185977/ Joy...Elation,Like the cumulus above, that tower before pouring down,the prettiest blossoms yield to the slowest rot...Akin to the long withdrawal after the brief moment of bliss,as how the wisdom of ages only lead to more sorrow,alike to counting seeds and expecting many sproutsyet knowledge bearin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/njcelles/1185140/ Looking up,seeing the cloudspass me by...I longed to dive,into, the depthsof the air;into the emptinessof the skies,to seemingly fly.                          And watch the cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/njcelles/1182940/ Oneafternoon,upon my bed, the windblew… so ever gently.White curtains swayinglike a girl toys her hair,my face she’s kissingin afternoon love affair,the trees she’s playingas black locks of a mare,galloping, to sunset coasts.Lifting lithe curtains,she r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/njcelles/1182933/ Iwish your face was made of metal;that way, it won’t bleed               …won’t feel a thingand, I wish you weren’t human,a program instead,so I can save your personalityin one gig memory car.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/njcelles/1182876/    Look about the rancid ground,grey feathers a thousand. Green yolks, cracking shells, little eyes that can’t discern, so down their young fell,   youngcorpses to the earth.  Buffet for plump maggots from a conscience denied, beneat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/njcelles/1182327/ Arguments with reflections       intense disconnectionsa mirror talking back        in malicious fashion;          blood, trickles          .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/njcelles/1180810/