http://slow.writerscafe.org/sherveron The original writings of author Sher{alynn} Veron{ica} en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997371 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Thank you William Blake, as I read your words in high school,Thank you Survivor, for you feisty song, Thank you, Robin Hood for your quote, and Thank you Tiger Beer, my preferred potion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/759166/ My jewelery and me :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/758525/ My grey umbrellahelps me see the rain,in color,we need trials,to focus our visions,zooming into reality, with our eyes as lenses,we need hardships,To float in the sea's of,EternityOnly after the storm passes,Will sunlight shine,strong with,radiant realizations,Enchanting hues of.Enlightenment.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/755629/ Watered dailybut dyingat the blossomingage of Twenty Fourmy eyes dryfrom life'scruel momentsof sharp thorns,Thank gardens,I have the creatorsflowers for Distractions.My creator,The accepting oneof all races, creedsand colors,the non judgemental one.For judgement is too humana condition,Diviniti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/755615/ Some were born to be bakersSome were born to be greatSome were born to be makersSome were born to alter fateSome were born to rule nationsSome were born to clutch hateSome were born to reak destructionSome were born to make peace & weave traitsSome were born to be dream makersSome were born to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/754437/ Growing olderSo much fasterMaturing in momentsUnlike them.Sexually superiorPrimal equalMortal hybridHumanly possible.Its our ability to chose.That makes us come.More times than you do.While still maintaining composure.When the million voices of emotionsLike medusa's snakesHiss and resoundC.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/754408/ Targeted by twoHunted by four,Rarely be the prey so haughtyas to hunt the hunterShape shifting between,Magical enchantressof grand encounters,and vicious realities,infinite possibilities,of feral emotion,Flesh ravaging harpy,and bird of prey,Do i lure youto destructionOr save you from countless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/754384/ Cardiovascularconvalescent.Our sanctuaries,Force me to chose,Between living in the light,with you,Or living in the darkness,Without you.The eclipses of life,The shadow of love,The tormenting twilight,With and without you.So close to salvation,And life gets in the way,stuck in this grey limbo,Of circ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/752004/ The shame that comes,With polishing and buffering,The ego's of living statues.Brutal,Cold andHeartless.The hallucinations,Of the wretchedand the reckless,Drunk with power,Giddy with Greed.With a heightened sense of hypocrisy.As they assume,Repulsive roles.Dictators who,Scheme themselves,Supreme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/751434/ One man who stands up,To fight for me.As the other crawling,stalks.Two beings,On separate sides,One on bended knee,The other on a cushioned throne,One born a pauper,The other lives as king,I chose you princely peasant,Chivalrous Cherub,Devoted Deity,Generously God-like,In thought word and deed... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/751248/ To those forced to grow up,Especially at a fetal stageof existence.Children shaped by destinies and heartaches,Never choosing to eatfrom the tree of Knowledge, WisdomAnd LifeYet compelled to swallow itwhole.To those who learn lessons,from past experiences and predecessors.Ones who see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/751217/ Bedside Metaphors of Statues, oil lamps and a rosaries http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750965/ Of a Demon in my View : Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750958/ Mother moonshines on my faceAs father suncasts dancing raysthrough treesspecters ofholy nectarof clarity and appreciationof grandeur'screations possible connectionsdecisions and choicessimplicityand the little thingsare all this worldis really made of. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750908/ Inspired by the loss of the first man I ever loved, back when I was a child in more ways than just age and the last man I will ever love, while I mature more each day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750890/ Java Enchantress,Caffeine Enthusiast,Cacao Temptress,Chocolat Aficionado,Sampoerna Seductress,Cigarette ConnoisseurHail, GoddessFull of graceMy lady of Coping mechanismsand of vices. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750732/ Inspired by Vanilla sky. Every passing moment is a chance to turn it all around! I will not wait, for another life, even if the idea of being a cat is very alluring. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750730/ Reviews and Revelations came to be whilst writing a review for Ashli the Amazing's poem : untitled. Tx for the inspiration Ashli, much appreciated, Salut! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750721/ Sacred textsKnowledgeable scrollssheets that spark hell blazersigniting thoughts ofimmense proportionsintelectual eruptionselectrical stormsof intelligencethat strictly deniesignorance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750229/ Verses from my writing lair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750199/ initially seeking to explain why there was grammar fault while commenting on a review, the rush you get from an idea giving life to your art (me ignoring grammar, bad) is how this piece came to be :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/750126/ I will not consent! from opening the secret chestevery now and thena rapturous thoughtof vicious passionsand viral tempationsthat fester within my primal selfI will not consent!setting free the harpyletting wild the nymph from the cage of glass shardsthe smell of incensethe taste of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/749564/ I was paying for a drink at the counter, the cashier who i see almost everyday asked if i had eaten, I said well, all I had for meals today are three drinks and that is how liquid meals was born. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/749489/ Come into my parlor,Said the spider to the fly,Arachnid artist,Who tell tales,To calm nerves,While untangling truths of prey,On tapestries of flesh,Inking colors and formations,Predators who stingSilk lines into skin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/749488/ What my tattoo's mean to me. *Due to multiple queries, I managed to find a pic with 3 of my muses, you can barely c the dragonfly on my shoulder.Rarely take pics of myself let alone pics of my muses.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/749486/ Kissing CigarettesSharing the herbConversation For hours,Are all I know,To have meaning.Fighting in flames,Burned by the stake of the system,Within this bland totalitarian existenceWe are slaves of ignorance.As such,I begin to seek enlightenmentA pale hue of graying bluesAs I swallow down whole, The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/748857/ Sensing familiars, from vibes exude,I recognize and remeber,the sense of you,aroma's glowing wanting more,sweet smelling curiosityradiates as perfume penetratesPiercing glances,like silver stars linger.Pearls for teeth as sharks fin glazes,Sanskrit scars and  smiling faces,Illuminating moments .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/748431/ At first you stayed awayFor fear I might leech on to the likes of you.Or perhaps you feared a short leashThat which I never saw fitFor man nor beast.How unfortunate your conditionFoolish and arrogant you thoughtsomehow I needed youAs the naive, often doAlas, My heart goes out to you.For I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/748382/ I watched a stranger from afar, I’ve watched him ever since. Between my daily mundane life, he never fails to make an appearance amongst the background of schools of fish, most call scholars. It’s fascinating to me, how a stranger can stand so significantly amongst the multitudes. No lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/742672/ A simple girl, I never thought I was strong enough for the adventure of my life. Until I met the most horrifying man in existence, a man if u can call him that, it pales in comparison to the man in my life, my father. He was the gentlest of men; you would ever come to know. He wouldn’t even hu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/742670/ Ravish and Ravage memy endless lust for the silent soul,who doesnt say much,but has much to say,the seldom passer by,for the eyes have craved and lingered over,the spoils of possibility,the toe curling climax,of embraces,through sheets of glass,memories of a timeless past,when you and I lay tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/742606/ The stars of davidlace the bace of  his cafe stained skinabove his joints of boneblack ink stings, remains in flesh till decaywithin the speck of time we call lifei witness endless possibilites of intertwining pathsthat will never come to be.not dream within a dream,but chance turned do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/740642/ Fire trembles, Metal crumbles,Into and elixir of desires,A conduit of love and free spaces,That interchange and lock,Cascade and fall,Overlaping into a field of myrh and ambers glow,That glaze the surface of flesh and sweat,That lay baked by the hot saharan years of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/739995/ Amber smoke seals the space,Lavendar fusion cascades,Embracing the melody that fills these walls,Enhancing the mood that will never be, once more,Of melancholy blues and parting hours,And conversations of dreams,That last long enough to redeem,Within each memories carefully crafted sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/739993/ Golden ambrosia, magnificent colors,Multi faceted faces,Of blues and greens, And every color in between,Natures grand miracles,Lashes of lightning and ethereal earth,That intertwine within,Overlapping layers of eternity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/739992/ A poem about a sister and a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/737690/ A prayer to God, by the inner child of a woman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/737687/ for once its easy to draw the linei longed for you through space and timei found the missing piece i lostthough sands of time kept passing bythe amber burst to auburn glowand passed the wickedness of hades wrath belowto bind the path of least resistanceand for once beneath the crimson huewe partake .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/737685/ in the crimson of the nightwhen the lights went dim, and a great delightthe shadow of a man lay standingwith a glass in his handand smile on his lipsthen he bid me adieu and pleasures anewand as i analyzed him through and throughthis is what i discoveredhis eyes were clear with a glaze of bluehis co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/514303/ in her stirred raptured fireflame that dots her every curved displayshe succumbs to none, yet always doneshe seeks in silence, upon a tomba hidden desire, a missing dreamof what could have been, or seemquotes poe a dream within a dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/514302/ he sparks a flame within the corners of a sacred desirea delight upon each greeting, when hes gone i find myself feelingcuriously seeking why he came out so late in the nightwhen all my dreams were shattered, by a souless child of a man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/514300/ archangels cross my path upon sudden acquaintancesfingers toil, nestle then rotatetouches stir, and grow, saturate and flowfrequent glances,dull gazeseyes set on each other only on pen and paper http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/514299/ the tiger bites the dust, from lusting over fireworksdancing throught the city streetsfrom dawn till duskred sparks of light, fill each eye and every cornerchocolate maya, caramel lettersspicy liquored sifted through lips on a platterhis stirring gazehis melancholy hue, his sweet aromathe tapestry e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherveron/512165/