http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheLotusFlwr The original writings of author theLotusFlwr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029614 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Again I attempt a sightless leap,and I am framed, a feeble stain..one that marks my face and in tears I wonder,should I be burdened with what I could have been?Breathless and pitiful I race to my Creator,but what burden is death or life to me?From pity I was formed, a pain to my mother,the product o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLotusFlwr/1357989/ I awoke from a rather turbulent and fevered dream, and placed mynaked feet on the wooden floor. It was very cold to the touch, yet I supposed Iwas used to it. I opened the windows to let in the light, for being left aloneto the darkness for too long would have even the brightest mind forget th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLotusFlwr/1335502/ we may as well keep the hopesthat wouldn't awake,for we look to the sun,never having one desire...the fire is hot, anddespair has found us,and we need nothing morethan the burning touch of the Watcher.We crash to the moon,but nothing shocks us,and we break the lights,calmly awaiting a reward.we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLotusFlwr/1335485/ you'resweet and unforgettable underneath,butthe blackest part of your decaying touch,isas your warmest kiss,thatin depth, even you could not attain-andthe dampness of your skinfromthe sweat and tears only impartthecold and glassy pearls of eachpain you cause.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLotusFlwr/1328723/ there was a window,a light to love.i am a closed heart,the eyes of sadnessand darkness,wanting only you..it is a desire so delicious,like that of the spring rainson a weary petal.from my lips, ahalf-uttered cry escapes,only to reach the hollowof his earsand echo back as a sighto a tainted soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLotusFlwr/1322536/ Where is this place,where concentration holdsa delicious morsel ofresolution?where the seas rise andset~while the ocean rushesdrowning all darknessandpain in a burning waveof forgetfulness? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLotusFlwr/1322534/ ilike to see him laughing,sometimesi think his smileisjust for me..thatthe coldest winters wouldlosetheir bite, do they?,becausehis eyes turn my way..andhis heart beats only for me.  mydreams have a sudden flair,butthey are lies wra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLotusFlwr/1319879/ I spoke with a dear friend today, out of the blue I received their call.I had once described them as being someone whose existence wasso powerful that they made my own world spin and spin.. then suddenlystop, throwing me off balance. They'd offer their hand to pick me up,or even spin with me as we f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLotusFlwr/1319605/