http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ashlyriq The original writings of author Itumeleng Molokomme en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978424 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hate social media.They steal away from creativity Have you ever felt the intimacy of a well written laterFelt the connection from a simple phone callBringing that loved one within reachBut we are consumed in meaningless back and forth messaging that are dry of emotionNo tone but a simp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1388021/ I was born pureBlank as a paper sheetEyes closed shut to keep me cleanHands clamped tight letting nothing inI criedI cried so hard when breath first hit my lungsWhen light first stole my comforting darknessWhen hunger budged into the friendzoneInvited by the norms of this worldI cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1387829/ I miss pen and paperWords are escaping me I miss the world where I used to belong toI'm not sure anymore what that world is or if it ever existedI miss notes and keysI only hear deafening cords of silenceTrapped in my own darknessBanging the walls that trapped me inDarkness has swal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1387287/ tribute to all fathers that a playing their part. thank you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1360142/ #BrinGBacKOuRGirls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1360126/ it's winter in South Africa. need I say more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1360114/ To my Bff who I can't talk to coz I'm not good with words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1358277/ SubstanceLook at me, look straight into my eyesAnd see the substance that residesFall not for my face Or the curves leading from my waistThose things won't lastThose things will fadeAnd so will your love if they the reason you stayed When you take my handPlease note, it is my spi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1357530/ For the love of hip-hop in all its form... My tribute to the hip-hop world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1357353/ I'm not a poetI paint portraits of emotion in your soul My thoughts play with your imagination Remind you of thing past and those to comeMental opticsI'm an artist I'm not an artist I write notes in your medulla Notes chained, stimulating your coreMy words tell stories I'm an aut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1356936/ An abused woman's final letter to her partner and herself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1356781/ The strong compatibility between my Libra self and my Aries man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1356211/ Every city is like a coin. Two sided. beautiful and ugly. I appreciate both sides equally. Johannesburg is one of South Africa's major cities and I try to capture it with a few words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1356206/ When I write I write for people I love. I have a habit of writing for my boyfriend. this is one of the poems I've written for him. it came spontaneously to me and I jus flowed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1356196/ I wrote this just yesterday for mother's day. it celebrates the people that birthed the universe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashlyriq/1356192/