http://slow.writerscafe.org/juniorV The original writings of author Vincent Makhathini en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069024 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Eyes sea salt My eyes salt The waves somersault my sorrowsThe spring of summer awakens my waltzThe living wake;comfort in ending Bittersweet is the theme written on every wall Blue period and I'm sinking deepAbsinthe lingering in my mindPebbles lazily dragged to and fro inside my c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1709437/ This love might leave me bruised, appearance as that of a man returning from the Blood river man slaughter Salty waters that could not stop the rushing red, without me having had the chance to kiss her goodbye Sadly the trap is set, i stepped on it and now I’m stuck and yes i now bite th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1709431/ The aim is to heal your soul from torment by the brood of serpents I've been betrayed before and yes I hit the ground It was rough and that's when I realized that life is no child's playI know every plant inside the Green Peace So allow me to prescribe the precise medicine for your inner .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1709417/ The blue print of the Green house. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1709409/ I grew up chasing words instead of flying kitesI do not have a flowery vocabulary to prove itI grew up thinking I was not good enough,Never believing in myself, even though a lot doI wish I could withhold my emotionsAnd be like my father and keep my thoughts to myselfSpire with any one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665278/ Dusty past, useless turf and resentment lives here Barren I've been since the big bang Vultures paraded on my turf when another one bit the dust With no one to trust, not even a tree survived this desertification And summer came, thank the clouds for the incessant rainJolly and saturated.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665276/ My skin might be but the scares can still be seenI too have a hot spring coloured in red My thoughts can be stained, and yes i have been taken for a bumpy ride Cursed for being different;A body filled with dust and black soothSee i never chose to be born like this, and at a young age .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665273/ The flood waves above the inner once again leaving everythingswelling and where I’m standing I see a huge clean mess andall i can do is gaze at these floral’s drown,so calm they were but now they waneI cannot sweep this one under the carpet nor leave it for tomorrow, because .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665269/ ...Shallow waters still flowSoulStruggling to balance above these waters I hope I don't fallOn my knees; my skin bleeds from praising all but my own prideTribe floral aura washed away by incessant acid rainsRain dancing underneath the ratchet storm stomping rapidly for joy and sunny skie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665266/ I'm a closed book with no pictures outside Whenever someone tries to open me I tear I wish I was like others who don't get affected by the rain and ever changing weatherThey are loved and read with careand admired for their strength And that I lack because I dwell in the past and it hurt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665264/ On a Sunday and the mind is holly Somewhat teleported to a lofty place Arty like Leonardo and humorous as the mind of William ShakespearePoems and plays neatly tucked in the deeper shelves of the mindThere’s a leakage and the thoughts are drainingI am falling on a high speeding; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665256/ There's fire in my crown;Dead thoughts have been crematedWith my rib cage frozen with memoriesI recall the memoirs my heart wroteWrought by the incessant thoughts about my unhappy childhoodTainted, painted with the scarring color of pain; the canvas sheds it's tears...Mutilated eye pic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665249/ The gentle breeze, intertwines with the tall treeswhistle gently inviting the grains of sand to the upper sphereBreathWithstand the burning eye like the sphinx Safeguarding the 'triangles'Hold on to your soul don't bow to any Chi;that knocks Three fold yourself, be wholeReligion over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665245/ ...mezmerizing the depths of my soulBehind closed curtains we dance to get to ourfoesYou're hitting the spot, river of sweat flowingdown the backIts the tango, no it feels like jamming to thepeaceful sound of soul soundsYou're my base guitar, together we create thebluesWith the tou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665242/ Turtle Waves speak to mine mind Turn these dusty thoughts floral Wash away all the rust and burn all these weeds suffocating meturn what's wooden to goldenand let no one exploit thee When you hit the land change the state of being They say patience is key and I say yes it is So don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1665234/ The sweet unwrapped at neatly placed in my pocket. The first taste stolen. Hearth broken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1656323/ Roses and Gold chainsLiving ones life stained, and there’s no time to moan-a-lisaBut try this, listen: allow this blues of love to touch your earLet the past be just a memory and not a future gate locker that will shut you out from happinessDrink in the soul soothing, smooth blend of g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1653258/ The wind chases whats on its path, some objects endure Wrestling and toiling with curses and trickery of envious beings Out to destroy, like savage wolfs devour what's in its path Even though pierced by spears, by loved onesLike a lamb, this lady remains Keeping the peace till the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1596650/ The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Rap was born to preach peace and remind fellow brothers of their True self, display rhyme skills. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1592350/ I don't know what this is! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1591884/ Something about the beauty of a black lady! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1591883/ Life is a very long journey, and is full of unexpected moments. Some of the things that occur along ones days on earth are surprising. Whether they bring sadness or joy, we still have to embrace them and move on with the process of life. When growing-up I lived in a humble household of three sibling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1591881/ Twist and turns, bruised and hurt For having faith, accused of being fake But still I stand, enduring till the end Martyrs try to polytheis' this Being, but Deep within lives a king, don't get it twisted this is no fiction And so my vision is clear, vinni da viccii my portraits are vivid N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1591878/ My eyes are ArtyI'm not good in arts Never hit the bull-eye In a game of darts But mine eyes can be arty Especially when dissapointed, by the one I'm hearting If my thoughts were painting(s), vivid they would be Above everything...The mirror never lies and I've tested thisAnd e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1591876/ No one is flawless! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1590855/ Its like maynard sour words. A good taste with a bitter taste. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1590849/ A simple discription of my experience while at home in Durban eNanda (South Africa). You will love this experience just read along. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1478389/ This piece aims to afirm that not every persn you fall inlove with, loves you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1478383/ This piece aims to display that not every person you meet loves you. Its that simple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1478380/ Abstract meets reality and true expression about the harsh words which people speak, not knowing they are hurting you. The piece also touches on the feeling of loneliness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1477939/ A young boy is born in a wealthy family, decides to run way from home. And sets for the city of Durban. He is witty and is able to learn the city life fast. Overcomes his fears and becomes popular... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1466049/ This piece is one of those I write aiming to complete one of my RaP verses. The strcture is almost essay like. This just makes everything flow. It is a political vs celestial thoughts, spiritulism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1465729/ We all fall inlove, and at first the feeling is at its peak thefore everything seems smooth-sailing. This is in no way a piece trying to explain what love is. Free yourself from your ghost lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1465674/ This piece extends on how how some witty minds are rebuked. And the way the boy suffers in this writing futher shows that life is lived (Living is more importand, since existing is for every human http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1464949/ There's a lot to learn about the power of blue, the calm and neutral state of it. So here I am picturing four blue walls; and in doing that there's a change in thought, peaceful mind and relaxation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1464941/ I would be spoiling you if I do give you a description! But let me give you a glimpse: Good represents genuiness, Bronze represents a state of weakness and being fake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1464934/ This writing is about a robbery that almost occured, and to some extent did take place.And I attemp to discuss what fear is according to the way I exerienced it on that day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1441883/ As much as this writing is a poem, when I read it I just see a short story with one character. This piece is more about the regret, the chances you had but blew away and the importance of time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1431324/ Motivated by the feeling of resentment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juniorV/1336386/