http://slow.writerscafe.org/pi_for_thought The original writings of author Tan-90 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968803 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Mum,The world had dealt me more than I could bearAll I could do was curl into a ballAnd let out big loud sobsI was sad mum so very sadI had crumbled and fallen to my proverbial knees mumI just wanted you to pick me up in your armsGentle kisses and make it feel betterI was in pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/3127898/ Welcoming my inner parent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/3127123/ Winter sunWe took a stroll on a winter’s daywhere the light was bright and the air was crispSnow-capped dirt mounds bordered our paths,we walked in wandering linesnay, you danced and I skippedYou spoke at length, unguardedyour eyes shone bright; this I had missedYou offered terrible li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/3125304/ I am afraid.That I am losing you.I am afraidthat the rift between us is expanding,that you can no longer find love in your heart for me,and I can no longer give you my messy love.I am afraidthat I am not able to make you laugh,because now, laughing makes you tired,that I have t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/3124950/ I whispered a silent prayer as I carved your nameOn the old willow tree by the dark watersThis is farewell.I have no intention of returning to our old life;The hill side, the sprawling city walls,the under sea caves and the bubbling ocean.All that reminds me of our intertwined lifeFull of delight an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/3124085/ I walk in with my head hung low, feeling very much out of my depth.Every - body here is breathtaking;I stare in awe, feeling very out of place.The music blares, raising pulses and steps.Conversation flows - sometimes frantically, or not at all.I have some words to offer and moves to sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2976331/ Chest tightens, smothering the heart. It is clear that this is both an action and a reactionto the grief that hums in a low voice in the pit of its being. Extend the hand - reach down, feel around until you retrieve the source that is giving rise to all that bile. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2963347/ 17/09/2025 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2963342/ 17/09/2025 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2963340/ You said you are leaving,but you said this surely isn’t the end.My heart accepted your promise,but my head knew this was hope to mend.That was several years ago.We speak sometimes, though not a lot.You have new presence in your life, as do I -you still occupy space in my altar,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2963337/ How shall it be called when years and years drift by,And still they do not recall your favourite flowers? They say, “My mind is heavy.”You say careless, But I call it love. How shall it be called when one promises you-A glorious night beneath the starlit sky that never com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2960658/ It is only the heaviest of burdens,To be saddled with this greatest of pain.This thing that gnaws at heart strings,Clutches at our vocal cords,Leaves pools of swirling worry in our core.Loneliness…In the midst of enormous crowds,Or sitting by the windowpane by oneself:The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2954983/ I am my father’s child?Mishmash of tools in toolboxes -in the writing desk drawer, in the kitchen, under the sink -including every Allen key from IKEA furniturethat has since come and gone, I think.A collection of buttons of various sizes,colours, and shapes from clothes new an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2952497/ How strange it is to put man in spaces:Boardrooms, classrooms, changing rooms and the likeTo see who reacts to what, and who foams and frolics,Who and what sinks to the bottom and strikes.How strange it is to trap man in relationships:Lovers, parents, children, teachers, mentors, friends.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2951614/ Have you ever smelled the air,when the first drops of rain,land on earth’s taut skin,after a sweltering day?Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,as mercy falls from the heavens.Droplets land, and they quenchthe sun scorched grains of soil and blades of grass.The water glistens, just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2951476/ The lights shift and bounces off your skin.You’re iridescent - my mouth is dry.Your breath is steady - I cannot breathe.You look irresistible.Let me remind you.The music trickles, then it explodes.You sway, and you command.The music is you - I cannot contain myself.Your body .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2941613/ My one constant through it all… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2938290/ Every morning before I brave the day, I used to plant myself in front of the dresser to tinker,Until I looked better than you did, Till my veneer was the embodiment of passion and desireEvery morning, I used to adjust my hair so that-, That the world saw my eyes, that care-About eac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2923135/ It costs so little, a meal, a drinkA small thoughtful gift perhaps.You ring, I pick up, before we know it-In to the back seat of a taxi we collapse.“How are you?”, I ask guzzling my drink “F*****g fantastic!” you say with a faint smile You think your technicolor gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2912629/ A dollop of honey drops in the bottom of a mugSticky, sweet and stiffTranslucent and golden, it rests.In pours warm milk, first in droplets - and then a silken streamSilvery fluid-smooth and freeIt dances around the honeyThe honey, it sits, stuck to the bottomUnmoving, unyielding to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2909119/ He lives atop a hill where the floods cannot breach.The hill wasn’t too steep; on foot, he could easily reach.The manor is spacious to house all his potions and treasure,But small enough that, day and night, stock he can measure.He has an infirmary with healers for many an ailment... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2908894/ Dearest,My head rests heavy on your grave stoneI planted it in my favourite part of the gardenVisiting you here fills me grief and melancholyYet still, I drag my weary bones here everydayI remember our times in the sun as it were only yesterdayFull of adventure, careless and so free.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2908190/ Bound to the water, and sworn to the seaStraying too far in to land was forbiddenPain rippled in her heart and her bodyYet she no longer wished to stay hidden“Be mine”, she screamed“Be mine my legs would grow”“Be mine”, she whimpered“Be mine,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2907164/ It is as thin as a sheet of paper,
Translucent, yet brimming with silvery light.
Pulses like a war drum call to arms,
Crackles with mocking and mischievous delight.Its call is maddening and seductive,
To be explored and conquered, it beckons.
But it entrap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2906640/ Dedicated to the muse who revived this bout of writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/2896242/ ~~~~The lines on your faceAsyour lips curved to a smileThe glimmerin your eyesAs youthoughts turned guileI hada weakness for...Inanother lifeThewarmth of your spiritAs ourbodies touchedKissesso tenderAs I oursouls clutchedI hungeredfor...Inanother life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/1359259/ Is your Monday better than mine..? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/1355801/ What regrets do you carry..? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/1354476/ Hatred pure hatred Meaningless yet justified Abstract yet powerful Hatred just hatred Unified specks of scattered hurt Over time, personally Contempt for the undeserving victories And envy and fear for your bliss Defeat, as the loneliness consumes Se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/1352961/ Having to choose the path to walk on is a difficult decision. There is no right, it is only relative, so our only option is to chose the less of two evils. How do you survive this dog eat dog world..? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/1352921/ As life's passed by I've had to give up many a things. This is just one of the recent feelings I surrendered. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pi_for_thought/1352740/