http://slow.writerscafe.org/LifesDespair1 The original writings of author Arsalan Kouser en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997058 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sharp are your thorns,Delightful are my moans,In savoring your groans,I close my eyes in contentment,Feeling the ecstasy, the joy, I have been sent.Even as you cause me pain,I feel myself slowly drain,yet, I do not feel my heart slain.Rather, you are rightfully my existence's bane...Just watching yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1372891/ All of life is fleeting,As everyone is slowly fleeing,Trying to find their way in life, SeekingThat place that makes them whole, always moving on, always leaving.Life's constant uncertainties,Is its many secret beauties.Each opens up something new, a hidden door, a new gorgeous corridor.Allowing us .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1372886/ Final moment between Guts and Griffith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1371936/ Gaze upon nature,How it is so mature,A ever-changing fixture,And an enticing lure.Viewing its splendor,Its eternal glamor,Its undying resilience,And its constant resistance,We will never conquer Mother Earth.Beaten down, yet never giving in,Always resisting to all, always sharing its treasures regar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1371582/ Taking my genuine emotions, my heartfelt feelings,Grinding them under your heel, smashing them,Laughing as they are crushed beneath you, yet cruelly stealingMy heart once again, without remorse, a resolute goal without resting.Why? Do you yet stand under the sky,Leading others on, yet forever saying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1371571/ For all artist, with love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1370354/ Should I curse thee,Even as you brush me free,Without a care in the world, without a thought,Even as I lay here, wondering what I saw in you, what I sought,Is it possible, that your words were true,Or was it just your treacherous brew,Just another sly snare,Punishment for my fascination with your so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1369885/ Just your touch,A mere caress, a slight graze,Sets me into a feeling, an indescribable healing,The insignificance of my soul's bleeding, Paling to the brilliance of your presence with my wound's sealing.Without remorse, let us gaze upon another, As brother to brother,Or lover to lover,Or dealer to h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1369330/ Linger within me,Stay forever more,Woes begone,As I succintly taste your essence.Fresh memories of you,Almost as if yesterday,Brighten me to nostalgia,Even as if I feel your fingers on my wrist,Even as I feel you never departed, pulling away,Leaving me, alone, to lay in wait, for that fated day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1369314/ Confliction, Deception, Introspection, Retrospection, Contracepti­on, Reflection, Who art thou? Who am I? Who are you? Bicurious, Heterosexual, Bisexual, Transsexual, Demisexual,­ Asexual, Homosexual, Alone, Joined, Separated, Unison, Loneline­ss, Together, Rambling, Scrambling, Gall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1368396/ Ravage me,Brutalize me,Tear me open, Savage that you are.Wash me in your despair,Submerge me,Drown me completely, let me not breathe,Twisted that you are.The pain...wonderful!Drink the brew I concoct,Even as I wither, you in ecstasy shiver,Savor my pain, as I suffer,Barbarian that you are.Plague me,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1368391/ It's been a while...but I needed to start writing again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1293619/ Just a little something I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1214326/ This is a dark story, my readers...but, bear with me, and we will all see the hope shining at the end of the story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1209705/ It was a cold, dreary night. Outside the Victorian mansion, the black sky raged and stormed, as itpoured torrents of rain down upon the estate. A light, lit on one of the rooms on the top floor of the 3-story housewas the only illumination.     &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1208828/ I wrote this story for a PTSA Reflections in my high school in 12th grade...it won 1st place in school, and 2nd place in state. I took 30 minutes to write it...I hope you enjoy it! :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1208822/ Who are we, really? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LifesDespair1/1208811/