http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kilani The original writings of author M.Kilani en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990609 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What's on my mind... Well, I had fun tonight, wasn't much like old days but it was great seeing some old friends and meeting new people, I probably wasn't the most joyful person in the place, sure I looked like a dead man on vacation, but it's because of the flu, or at least that's what I've been sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1863628/ “ In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.Nobody is asleep.The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream”, Lorca - City that does not sleep.The clock has hit 3:33AM, and I am still awake; al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1696939/ The hour struck 29 as the day had not yet ended, I lay awake in bed as the last dose of nicotine wears off quickly, my heart pounding like thunder as the pulse rushes through my head... I am hunting for sleep, and all my thoughts circle around her.I have murdered her, like many others; I have kill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1566210/ She would have been proud of the man I turned to be; a gentleman by day, a philosopher by night, a pervert by choice and a rebel by fate, she would've commended both my behaviors my attire, messed up my hair mocked my mustache and hated my beard.She would've enjoyed my sweet talk, and how I occasion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1477660/ Where the night slept in worryAnd the heart bled insideAnd the blood spilled on full moonCame no one to my helpWhen the love died in furyAnd the world seems pale Death falls on all dreams Running from myselfWhere the hope that you buryLives inside your mindScars leaking all guiltOnly death.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1353407/ Here I find myself now Alone, cold and bored As I describe some of what I saw I chant her, poetry to the lonesome road She came one night When I lost my white blind light Not boredom, sympathy nor guilt Only a world that we have built She entered my garden of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1327315/ Free-style poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1312529/ Lay down on your sheetWith your weary feetAs you wait for the heart beatTo stop...Roam another streetTaste bitter in the sweetWhere the evil you defeatCan't drop...The devil's reject in a search of respectand no verdictto deny...If god you defectand the world you perf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1310956/ Thick air, tangible silenceFlicks of dust getting warmerShuddering, forcing a breath inAs breathing became violenceOut of time and spaceHe seeks a traceOf an old perfumeOf a cold perfumeThat adds beauty to the soft skinSkin of a ghost well knownThe old companion of night and dawn"Welcome mortal to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1256344/ And I left the world for those who can seeI enter darkness to see the lightLeaving light for those who understand words of godAs I await for the soul to break freeWe've left the sun above the seaAnd the waters now we dread to invadeWe welcome plague of hatredWe accept sorrow and leave it beSad violi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1255791/ It was the first rain of September, a month where he stopped to remember, the fire, the season, the madness and reason, as he aches from treason and the heavy muddied rain, he finally opened the half open door, he lost all hope but he had a pinch for more."You have left me" she told him, shouting an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1241022/ How strong am I, I've been asked,  And I thought of releasing all I masked; I survived heartache and the loss of God, A friends massacre and another's fraud. Illness and sickness of everyday, Loss of hope, and dismay, darkness and emptiness deep insidesmile is gone and joy has died.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1239577/ Yearning, insomnia and feverThe hardest test for a true believerFever inside as the skin is burningFever in my heart for I am yearning Yearning for the gentle touch not much I gain, though I gave so much for arms surrounding the well shaped waistYearning I must devour and turn to hate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1235569/ White light, bright night, send me a nightmareSend me poison that heats the air Send me crazy poets in the coldest seasonSend me weakness, reason and treason Red wine, white wineShow me them pure eyes Show me all truth without the liesAnd break the heart of mine Show me virtue am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1229397/ The story comes to an end with creul farewell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1221303/ Her name was Iris, she was 23 summers old, she was a young dreaming lady until this spring, I know Iris for many years, she was full of life, enthusiastic, eager to try and learn, innocent, passionate, sensitive and most of all breathtaking. Her name was Iris, and Iris knew me well too, she was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1211372/ A stream of consciousness with emotions put aside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1208485/ Mark writes Brandy to thank her for his early birthday gift, but he goes a bit further than that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1207484/ Dazed, lost and confusedHelp me; will you fatherTrapped in rejoice; being usedAnd I ask myself "why bother"I found god a thousand night agoAnd five hundred days moreThe goddess that I will never knowThe endless inner warAs my scratches on skin fadeAs I convince myself I didn't failAs I doubt the cho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1207429/ Mark decides to take off some of the burden off his shoulders, which is replaced by another with the absence of his father http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1203888/ Another scene of a man who suffers insomnia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1195711/ Mark find himself in a cross road where he has got to choose the best of the best options he faces, except for one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1185693/ I'm not a man of assumptionAs I reached my redemptionTired, broken and aloneI see horizon of every dawn But an answer mystique remainsWhat if this is all one gainsWhat if there's no moreUn-shut is the half-open doorAnd a heavy breath follows sighsHope of tomorrow slowly diesAs I drown in hearta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1164347/ 26 winters, 26 springsNo sign of love and the joy it bringsMany I knew, never found oneThe one I wanted is as far as the sun25 autumns all lived them in messStill I haven't felt the warmth of a kissNo loss of time in a warm embraceNo loss of time, no loss of space25 summers, I knew no fear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1158742/ An echo is but a proof that there was a sound, it fades away in time, a grave is a proof than a human was there, it doesn't fade so fast, but the memory of that person does.We all want to be remembered after death, so that our existence does not go in vain, we work so hard to make our lega.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1157695/ Waves carry me homeI can't dwell sea no moreSend me a man among the normCarry me to that golden shoreHow longer this ship can carry meMore than days it's seen stormsWidowed hundreds so it roamsAs I sail in the darkest sea Open ocean yet never freeOne day calm, another in rageVast and wide, as a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1157396/ Sky of grey Fading rayClouds hiding the sunWhat has became to the oneBe strong, I've been toldBe wise, be bold Grab all you can holdNowadays everything can be soldNow I'm older, colder and wiseHomeless from dawn till next sunriseTamed are my screams Repeated are my dreamsSpe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1156723/ Endless night Endless light Oh... how immaculate Without your embraceWhat a disgraceA divine touch you can't replaceA dove and a hell houndWhispering soundTime to become your own solid ground Try or die Don't denyA laughter followed by a sigh Endless fight Endless m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1155274/ Mark achieves his dreams, he pays the toll for that; solitude, it eats him inside out, while Brandy keeps him company from a distance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1148011/ It's a bless to know the truth to believe the truthhaving nothing to missTo accept lonesome In times of boredomTo leave emotions asideIn order to decideIt is a bless To spare a kiss To believe only what you seeTo be agnostic and care-freeIt's a curse To lose w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1146375/ Another scene of a man who suffers insomnia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1145861/ Turn them off lights It's time to wake up Time to dwell at night Time for rain to drop Time to start to yearnAnd cigarettes to burn Time to live alone  Time to die alone No longer expect gratitude Time to accept solitudeTo close the open gate To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1145835/ They can tryThey can leaveThey can lie They can believeI offer none but a free willAsylum for the homelessA cure for the ill And in the end they'll leave speechless You can try to use me I'm willing to give it all Until you abuse meI'll step aside and watch you fall&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1144023/ i'm sitting to a piano while she sits across the barwriting her a verse with her name in revers with a cigarette in my hand and no one would understand she's so sweet to be calledand the room is getting cold with my whiskey on a stool i sing her like a fool bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1142467/ Staring into the void astray Feeding on my cigaretteWarmth of dark dismayPleasure in regretMixed with cold prideOf all I did achieveAll emotions asideAs more I disbelieveAnd a sip of black coffeeAs thick as the air I wish I could be freeI wish that I was thereDisparate hunger Fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1139258/ For years it was hiddenFor years it was forbiddenAll the pride and graceAnd the smile on her faceRambles with the windAll we tried to endWhere wind blows from northAs she swings back and forth I will always remember That day of DecemberAnd the nights ever sinceThe warmth I still missUntil .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1137861/ To what endTo what new beginningFirst time to regretAnd I still can't forgetWhat if I'm wrongWhat more can I change What if there's more Under the tongue No words and no signsSilence, smoke and sighsTroubled weary mind Regret I can't hide But again, to what endTears to desce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1135417/ Life brings Mark to where the story began, despair and regret bring him to his knees, a fight he had with Brandy was the straw that broke the camel's back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1134457/ Another scene about a man who suffers insomnia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1130477/ Another scene of a man suffering insomnia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1107356/ come as you arecome peace come warcome madness come reasoncome faithful come treasoncome jealousy come fantasycome chaos and democracycome lie come crycome silence and sigh come today come dismay come blind white light come graycome as you are come cigarettes come tarcome freedom come.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1107299/ Mark gets back to heavy drinking, he drags Helen and Amy into it, few weeks of happiness until something went wrong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1105452/ Mark is being hunted by dreams, Deja vus and nightmares, his only chance to sleep at night was spent in restlessness, and for first time he digs into the past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1097581/ Mark feels stuck as his life seems to fall apart, he finds hope when reading the letter from Brandy, sends her back a letter to thank her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1096288/ Mark sets to his desk after a long evening of work, smells a familiar perfume and finds his papers arranged, among his papers he finds a letter which he didn't write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1094685/ Mark is reconstructing his life, making changes for a better future, Helen and Amy might not be a part of it, but he hopes they will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1093984/ Another scene of a man suffering insomnia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1093706/ Another scene of a man who suffer insomnia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1074669/ Random scenes of a man that has a critical case of insomnia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1071597/ Another scene of a man having insomnia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilani/1071591/