http://slow.writerscafe.org/JudyB The original writings of author Judy Basmaji en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012921 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Black upon white, gently gleaming in the nightTempting, seducing, with possibilities of infinite melodiesAnd when fingertips strike, when tune is roused upon tunethe soul howls from within: something isn't right!And by something? I mean the world, with all its sin and sorrowall its anger and pain. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JudyB/1218630/ I dream of words, so precise and unique, that can describe a crunching leaf or a grain of sand so well, you can recognize it when you see it. Words that are so specific, they can only apply to a single splash of rain, and preserve it within their letters always, capture the sensation of each drople.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JudyB/1216958/ I look down upon his broken formupon his humbled spiritas my hands bleedfrom the pieces and shardsof his shattered heart.I look downinto his frozen eyesinto his fading soulI open him upas he moans in painas he aches for death.I look downwith childish curiositywith fumbling fingersthrough laught.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JudyB/1216613/ The linesThey overlap and intertwineEdges, vague and indistinctWaiting to be crossed.Drawn by societyAnd the compass of moralityTheir fickleness temptationThat beckons the weak and brazen.Thin lines define our livesLike those hidden withinGenius and insanityPride and endles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JudyB/1216536/ The truth is that the less significantpart of most human lives is made of the common yet inevitable and seeminglyuseless action of waiting. It is not much of an action, really. We do what wemust to keep going simply due to the lack of other options, but it is only partof the subconscious pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JudyB/1216032/ Known is a turbid affairwhen the mind vows to beholdwhat a heart cannot declareLittle of sorrows compareto a heart deprived of lovea heart unable to careOne cherished with glory so rareyet poisoned with indifferencebreaks another beyond repairAnd the brain refuses to barethat lacking within a soulof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JudyB/1215960/