http://slow.writerscafe.org/atomicuniverse13 The original writings of author Taja B. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974893 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Revision. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/814302/ This was written after the moment I almost became a part of her. * First draft, constructive criticism welcome* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/757049/ This is a poem I wrote during a lecture. Hope it interests you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/514279/ This is a poem I wrote a few months ago as an writing exercise. I still haven't completely broke from my writer's block yet( 4 months, and counting.) I hope you like it- or could relate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/435860/ This is something I wrote as a result of being consumed in the darkness before going to sleep. Suggestions are welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/280779/ This is a small poem that just flowed out of me yesterday during practice. I really don't know how to describe it- this is the first poem that I'm unsure about the meaning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/262497/ Within the closet of my skull,memories become dormant,yet deadly- sewing invisiblethreads into my cerebellum,controlling every movement,limiting courage.But as time rushes by,memories gather debris-subduing their power,detaching strings,as my venomousmemories tangleand co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/251724/ Just read and review please! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/241181/ This is not a suicide poem. This is a philosophical poem with an existentialism theme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/203982/  Marble Boy(working title, 1st draft)1/5/07 Oh you're the marble sclupture chisled by genes, chipping stone to reveal seasoned work of art,as passerbys starein awe for your existence. But I'm not decieved.I clearly see your shadow slitheringbehind, displa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/179524/ As the cloud of renewed time forms faint cataracts on my eyes ,and as the mechanicsof my brain is distorted, I condense theicy emotions buildingaround my throat,ceasing detached emotions.to feel, I try to swallow withwith liquid sunlight in a cup, as the frigid particlesslo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atomicuniverse13/173999/