http://slow.writerscafe.org/sherkur The original writings of author Kopa... en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058429 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Love x hate, we know who they are baby/But still we don't know when they will sneak up on us/We have to be quick, babyCause now I see love in ur eyes/But come the morning I know not/U hated me when I made u cry/But then loved me when I made u laugh/U smiled with love when I passed u th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1425514/ here there is no line between poetry and storytelling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1366511/ Poevella! This is a new form of writing i feel will appeal to quick readers, it is a short and precise blend of a Novella and poetry, although i see other elements added in dew time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1363343/ i am a sinner, probably to sin again,lord forgive me, i prayedJesus walked, my sin payed for without remainder ages before,still to this day, emitted from darkness he troubles my existence,vices of his work fill the steps to the part of light,upon the walls of this virus we walk,spread it has, farth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1361245/ On that day, greatest of all African days,Swirled happiness raped my heart,Terror and fear gripping it acorn.Ghadaffi by rebirth i had become."i want to be a rebel"  he sang, "carry the cross ofmy African heritage i would do,leading my people from the drenches of the swamps andinto the gate of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1361242/ Beyond dark clouds, around dark cornersin its shade stood them all,whalings upon whalings flew from their lungs,in all sincerity as they cried, no fakes dwelth herein...as the air became hotter, so these beigns grew in pain, fulfilling the spoken words of the men from time,upon crossed mountain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1360961/ Shoot! it came , i dreamt, far deep i went asleepfarthest, beyond the heights of mountains clouds, dry landsBeyond sheep wrecks, still vineyards and all real landsas arive i did, eyes closed in sleep.sweet and sour tasted my mouth, so it tasted, oh!hot and cold my body became, nothing felt sane.My e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1360952/ what is love? love is a string.a string is a binder, love binds two beigns,a bind that if broken can easily be fixed?only love can tell.What is love? love is a glue,the glue between two souls that despite distance,are together as one, love is glue between that coupleof forty years, and if the glue w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1360888/ You hate the colour,It disgusts you to see someone of this nature,Chimpazee and monkey they have used to describe my outlook,Crazy and retarded they have refered to this race of mine,Hatred and shame i have had to live by,This my black skin have caused murders, pre-meditated,Parents have grown their.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1360873/ SHOULD I, OR SHOULD I NOT, I COULDNT TELL, I WAS IN, BUT WANTED OUT...MY EGGS WERE FULL, BUT I DIDNT WANT IT SO, STAND BACK AND STARE, I DID...UNSURE AND UNCONVINCED, I HEARD SHE PASSED AWAY, THE LORD GIVETH...AND TAKETH, RIGHT OR WRONG?? MY CONFUSIONS ARE SYNICAL, I AM A COMPLETE RETARD, OR NO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1360869/ Eternally the choking steam goes up,From the black pools of seething oil. . . .How merry Those little devils are! They've stolen the pitchfork From Bel, there, as he slept . . . Look! -- oh look, look!They've got at Nero! Oh it isn't fair!Lord, how he squeals! Stop it . . . it's,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1360868/  'Mark!", quickly he spurred up from under his blankets, the call had sounded firm and military like<, only, it wasn't, he knew whose voice it was and the tone never really bothered him, she was always getting on his nerves since childbirth.   With blood red eyes still filled with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1360519/ a piece about the bonding of a mother and her chilld, how much a mothers love lies deep inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sherkur/1342306/