http://slow.writerscafe.org/Misanthea The original writings of author Misanthea en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021337 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Whisper, whisperWhisper, whisper...Tight clothingLoose imagination.Subtle linesAmazing sketches.Whisper, whisperWhisper, whisper...TIght clothesTight skin.I want toI want to beI want to be in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/672058/ Yuuki-onna, yuuki-onnaYou  sure are late18 years late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/672045/ Make haste and take the pillsIf you refuse, send them all to me.If it means to be blissfully unawareAnything for another second of sleep.Swallow, swallow... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/672040/ It happens once in a whileThat this large shadow grows over the wallI get close to it, grope it and feel it upTo the very content of my heartAnd when I am done with itThe shadow sways to the back of my head.Sometimes I holds its hands in mineSometimes I will caress its hairSometimes just stare into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/672032/ There is a gorgeous gameWith very fancy visualsAnd amazing artificial intelligencePeople quickly gathered to purchase.They would meet online in itAnd share their own, unique questsTalking about the unbelievable enviromentAnd the incredibly smart NPCs.Except there is this NPC that would not talkWould.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/672024/ A good friend of mine let me know he was depressedInvisible waves, telepathy, he let me know.I suggested him to sit under a treeFor he would find peace if he did.My friend is made of wood, howeverSo he did not heed my advice;He would not take words he could not understand.Hopefully, he will sit unde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/672013/ There was this desperate manWith a small guitar, a worn out smileA dull moon and a burning daylightWhen I asked him what was wrong"She broke, she left" he replied"Into wonderland, she left" he told me.He grieved and shrieked as he held on to his guitarAnd kept singing about Alice as he stepped into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/671403/ I spoke with a dark cloud yesterdayAnd it told me the time for rain drew nearerSo it stopped time, in order to save everyoneFrom drowning in an endless downpour.But I know the truth as much I know the cloudIt is just scared of what is to come for certain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/671398/ I crafted an sculpture not long agoIt is not to my liking anymore.It might be the duct tape, it might be the clipsIt might be the two of them cannot get along.I wrote (or jotted?) some lyrics some minutes agoThey are not to my liking anymore.It might be the prose, it might be the angstIt might be th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/671394/ "God, I beg of you to hold closeHe who lost a hand to hold just nowHe who refuses to hold hands with beloved onesAnd he who never had a hand to hold." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/671387/ Beryl eyesDistant voiceImmature shapeUnnecessary glossDeep drinkingInnate leadingDespicable mannersAnd that smile.Yeah, that smile.That smile.In the secret of February, that smile.Smile.Smile smile.Smile smile smile.Smile smile smile smile.Smile smile smile smile smile.Smile smile smile smile smile .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/671177/ Diabolos, satanasBelzeboul, ponerosPeriazōn, antidikosDrakōn, ophisCall it whatever you wantI call it human heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/671174/ "Hey! Someone told me I look like two different people! I was merely minding my business when it happened. Why would everyone say the same?"..."Ah, but they cannot truly see what I look like, can they? They have no eyes to see, they just have wires."..."Eh? I am not the one to blame! I simply sit in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/671156/ I had a dream last night (or was it early today?)Where brimming eyes and a glowing smile called my nameTold me to lay down so I could dreamAnd in my dream I am wrapped by an unfamiliar warmthThat hazed my judgement and unburdened me from my guiltIt thawed my dream out and put my feet back on the gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/671142/ When your ignorance is stolen and your life lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/628188/ ...Just Keep Weaving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/521491/ ...For The Feelings Beneath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/515860/ ...To Make This Feelings Reach You http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Misanthea/515851/