http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dunamis The original writings of author Dunamis Pneuma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776195791 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What does the sky call its god? If it had a voice, what would it worship? What does the ocean call its god? If it had a heart, what would it beat for?What does the land call its god? If it had a soul, what would it call to?If they found their voice, and their hearts found their beat, and their souls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/2462074/ If I lost my way, how would I get back? If I was to be found in a place I did not know, would I be able to find my way out? I am lost. I’ve run into a place that I do not recognize. Who looks back at me is someone I don’t know and the one who stays isn’t someone I trust. But I am h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/2156355/ If I tell you who I am, then I will have no choice but to tell you; I am a man. With all pretenses and malcontents, I stand as a man. Rot with dreams and blessed with insecurities; I am a man. What is left and what is right, stand idle in the meaning of man. What a man I am who found that even rain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/2156353/                  Gray is the heart of men, fickle in loyalty, and constant in    yearning. Troubled by a past and petrified by an unknown future. Blind   is the heart of men, fickle in loyalty, and constant in yearning. Troubled  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1944202/ Cool as silk and a tongue of silver, with the promise of power and knowledge. Naked innocence over taken by selective reasoning, to damn perfection. The vale lifted, the eye awakened, and the curse laid upon the fallen. Sweat to collect upon the brow and pain to bear witness to life. Taken from life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1816261/ So this is my first time writing like this so bear with me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1654241/ Descriptive personification or atleast my crack at it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1589476/ As the title says "Blank". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1435301/ Again one of my first writings I did back in high schoool, short and sweet so to speak. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1435292/ My latest writing in my "Fallen" series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1391856/ This is actually the first poetic writing I ever did when I was a kid, and I got my inspiration for this from a tree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1377044/ Obscurity Lost, but never far from found. Wandering through a haze of misfortune, and grace trying to find a grain of reconciliation along a path riddled with vacant memories. With a battered heart, it is caught in a never-ending sequential ballet. Conjoined unable to pry itself away from its c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1372435/ Man of the World  Cursed it is now, all that it held dear to its cold heart is gone like the passing days of its youth. Dreaming of what could have been is a like poison to the heart. All the while it begs to go back to a time when nothing else mattered, but the laughter of children, and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1372432/ This is one way I believe time could be viewed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1366435/ This was me sort of taking a step out of my comfort zone I usually like to have my writings set in a sort of 2nd person view rather than 1st person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1366433/ one of my earlier writings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1366431/ The first writing in my series "The Fallen" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1366426/ This is apart of a series of writings that I titled "The Fallen" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dunamis/1362622/