http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheOnlyNicola The original writings of author Nicola en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995589 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Awaken I, and through the looking-glass to a worldUnlike my own, where I am so alone -How can I feel so warm, when the sun’s kiss is of ice?How am I satisfied, when all I do is starve?How am I not alone, when no-one else is here?All I know is black, and the demons in my headAre always near.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1479285/ I see the fire that weeps, so weak.Gone was my passion, a woe, when I burntTo the very last cinder of love;My heat a fiery despair.Touch the spot where we once sparkedTogether, our sweat to mix, to bleed;The fire of love long gone -Forlorn, in that ruby-drenched hellWhere we once were. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1479282/ Curtains drawn, reveal the night:Clock says noon, and in the shadow of the blindsI watch the solar moon.Like an eclipse of the mind, My thoughtsturn fully dark; like all the blackened evesI look for lightBut all is dark.This lengthening silence my home -I find myself so alone, andIn these shadows I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1479280/ Little friend, I wear you on my sleeve, to meMy sole reason for being, little friend -Tell me sweet nothings and silly lies, my one, my onlyThe apple of my eye: the SunIn my own, little sky.  Come, little one, perch here on my shoulder, whisper in my earMany fables and tales, all the littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1479279/ Pavements that implore: “walk upon us…We will lead you to freedom.”They are as much liars as the boy who criedIn fear, façade, the fictitious wolf.Wolves do not stalk the distant fields, they are here:Their slavering jaws sink into the flesh of our shallow minds.Tread the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1313118/ Based on past experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1313106/ I, like a lamb to the slaughter, tread blood-stained, tiled, floors;Metal eyes in the blackness beckon me there.You are my predator: no doubt a lion or shark or wolf would bowTo the tremor of your growl. And yet I come, undeterred.How can one - I thought, my equal - bend me to will with gaze of stee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1312650/ Slender plants and oaken branches bend to the chill of your presence:Eyes of fog, your air is smoke, you turn the sky to dusk-But these frost-woven blankets are not what you call home.You are Winter, the waiting state to hide your pain away; suspend your worldIn grey. But all the ice around your min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1309913/ I short story fictionally describing the events that came with patch 5.4, for those who play WoW. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1300591/ Feathers ache to brush the tips of stars-Soaring higher than high, an arcOf majesty in winter’s dawning kiss.Pleasure lifts, power fuels, to break the cage, azure likeSkies that trap and sneer.Eyes ivory, reflect the lonely moon, seek a treasure farbeyond the bleak confin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1298410/ Expression of the cruelty of young partners. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1298314/ A poem about what I thought to be young love. Obsolete now, of course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1298311/ A lustful poem personifying the sexual predator-prey relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1298301/ So here I am, a pen within my clasp,The sonnet’s skeleton behind my eyes;Countless dancing words evade my graspExposing all my weak attempts for lies.One cannot help but wonder how it’s done……The artfully sadistic trial of this-Are those who try and fail simply shunned?Are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283318/ I wish I'd have met you years ago.I feel like I've been drifting through timeNever knowing what was mineEighteen years, so lost-Until you saved my heart for me.Picked it willingly, as if to say:"Hey-You're worth so much to me."But you see, that's what I see.You are my every fantasy.I need not dream .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283316/ Turn the pages, turn the pages,Your next chapter awaits.Written out so carefullyIn blood, sweat and calligraphy.Look now, glance back, to things that have been;Those that you loved and sights that you've seen.A drop of feeling will spread like ink-So don't think.Run straight through this volume, to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283314/ Will you, Sir, oblige my tale?To make you gasp, it will not fail....I've heard things about the seaStemming from folklore, you see.After all, can we know what lies belowWhere gears and oxygen won't take usDown on the ocean floor?It enchants me no end, knowing there's more.Please, Sir, close your eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283312/ I may appear to you as, simply said,A minority.Minority?Past the blinding clarityThat masks only my normality.Normality?A sin and nothing but a sinClouding our identities.Identity?What are identities?Masked as normality?Hidden behind clarity?Broken by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283310/ I have heard the song of blossom and the old ocean's desireAnd whispered ancient lore from under the guidance of treesI have seen the moon scarred skies and the bleak, enrapturedfireAnd watched the tales passed on by the caressing breeze. I have seen the merciless wra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283299/ A recount of experience, in a sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283297/ A piece written when I was 15, which I came across recently and edited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283295/ Cinders ignite and fuel the burnSingeing all but my body and mind,Consuming our world, a passionSo deep and raw.Do not fear the flames, my pet,the flamesThat toil within-Erupt forth a servant of fire,from magma flowing true, through river-veinsOf orange and white... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283293/ Why do I so violently flutterLike violet butterflies through dew?It can only be you.Gossamer touch, anticipationMust resist other sensationsThat I might carefully allow myself to love.Find my heart within the webOf lies, silken pressure of deceit entwined around my mind.Butterflies will flee and IWi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheOnlyNicola/1283288/