http://slow.writerscafe.org/kingguttavii The original writings of author Deos Fortioribus Adesse en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776212622 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We spoke only last week,how am I being told the sun will no longer rise for you?I only pray that you heard the angels sing you a lullaby.We spoke only last week,how do I not remember the sound of your voice?Has time already leeched at my memories of you?Since we last spoke I’ve spent my nights.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1603627/ kleine Vogel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1603625/ Maybe it was your flamey mane,Maybe it was your fiery nature,Always burning up yourself for them,Stoking your inner embers so they could feel warm,Burning, always burning,Burning yourself, you start hurting,A parching auburn phenomenon,Love’s material form, But now you hurt yourself burni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1603624/ Blood and liquor were one,Harmful, but it kept the storms calm,Hazy eyes with clear thoughts,Sobriety, the only thing lost,Foul breath, no, sweet incense,Lips that spoke with a defected tongue,Begged for ears to trust what they said,But alcohol-laced words have never been trusted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1464153/ Hardly sober,Because I'm numb sober,I drink a little just to feel,I smoke a little just to think about how I should feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1461966/ As violent as wildfire, her love is,The ardor of her flaming desire that won't be quenched,Still, as peaceful as heaven, is her bliss,The vehemence of a lioness, with the grace of a gazelle in flight,If freedom is her beauty, then taming her would render her blemished. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1420855/ A special friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1420853/ I won't lie,I have no experience with holding hands,These hands have never been bruised by desire from a lover's palms,But could you trust how clumsily they try to hold on tight,I won't tell a lie,I am no expert with my lips,Yet somehow, I can sew mine seamlessly into yours,I wonder .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1412802/ harmattan as defined by an online dictionary is hot, dry wind that blows from the northeast or east in the western Sahara and is strongest in late fall and winter (late November to mid-March)... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1373912/ Most friendships are like eclipses,Time and time again, two people would shine together,But only for a moment,And forever is just a promise engraved on beach sand,Most friendships are as fleeting as a gentle wind,Whispering to leaves on a tree, teasing them with a dance,And just when they begin to e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1342531/ Could you teach me how to dance,Like the wind teaches the leaves to?My left foot following your right foot,Like night follows day.Could you teach me how to shine like you do,Like the sun teaches the moon to?You make my mornings, maybe I could do the same for your nights.Could we no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1338309/ What is it to be in love?Are hearts fitted with wings to fly like doves?Yes? No?And do the pieces fall like hailstones when it breaks?If yes, why then do we follow love's scent when it reeks? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1338308/ Dark red roses and white lilies on the gravestone,Tears stream down her face, you can hear pain in her tone,Her make-up's ruined, but her heart's worse, She looks up to the heavens as if to curse,Yesterday they were making plans for tomorrow,Tomorrow came for him and left her with sorrow,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1272579/ I started out as a lone wolf,The icy winds and harsh temperatures determined to take away my frail existence,Just before I could relinquish my ailing breath,Two heavenly bodies would appear before me,And they would calm the winds and provide me with warmth,I decided to name one Sun,For s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1271273/ Anarchy in my mind, unwanted tenants running riot,Authority lost, now I roam the darkest corners of my mind like a harlot,Money nor lust alleviate me from my mind’s tyrants,This devil’s juice will bring me happiness that’s faux, for a moment I’ll feel triumphant,But w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1268558/ Creative Writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kingguttavii/1268554/