http://slow.writerscafe.org/Emotionrider The original writings of author J.Nico en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003411 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dripping tears from high falling in a straight linewhere I find writtenthe swirling emotionrestless in my chest.Each heartbeat sparks a rainbowas if the waterfall was flintand I stone turning to sandas the time rages endlesslyburning every shape from me...and there comes the windto scatter my though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1412729/ I grew up without any specific direction either in my life or in my dreams. In a way I made myself as I went, or came to be what I am. Mostly I observed, yet, nothing that I saw or learned by watching others was what I was looking for. I haven’t then, knew that I was to be found, not the other.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1411541/ I shed my first tears today for my father.He was out there, amidst the sea of saltWhen his vessel turned in the water,And the cold took him under assault… There he stayed all night gasping for life,Freezing all through the night,At home, unaware, rested his wife,But my fathers each breat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1411537/ An old hard leather cover barely visibleBetween two solid and impressiveWooden columns lying almost forgottenOn a dusty thick shelf at high levelCalls to me in a way I couldn’t miss.Touching it causes a small cloud of dustTo softly lift and softer still to fellOn its resting place from so long.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1411534/ Once bitten too muchI find shadows in a rush,Hidden in my eyesReflecting dark skies… And then there you are,Sparkling like a star,And there you stayLighting my way… And from within my soulI suddenly find it allFor the first time all rightSo I drive away the night,And I win wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1411533/ I haven’t been given more, or less, than any other human, in the moment of birth. I have been given my senses and those I use differently or not than so many others. Yet, what makes me more, or less, than any other? I know not. But if the primary set of tools is the same, then, something else .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1411530/ I’m lost inside my emotions and I really don’t have anything to hold on to. In moments I do seem all right, or plainly normal in the way I just get along, and do most of the things expected of me. But other moments come sweeping through me taking all of me as if an irresistible flood got.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1411526/ I'm not really in any place you can find, because what you can find is just a small part of me. I'm scattered through time. What I was, what I am, what I will be, what could have been. Imponderability. Possibility. Infinity. If you happen to cross my empty shell, will I be there in that moment? Very.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1411525/ Under de kissing moon I think of the all the things I thought beforeAnd the more I think the more I realise how much more I could have thought.Now I just look up, and the bright moon burns through my eyes,Straight to my heart and soul, past, present and future, out of time…But not heat of pas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1411520/ There is a wild feverin the airWhere the souls meltin oneBringing raw emotionsto the surfaceLike a blind fire indry grass…The feelings shootthrough the distanceAs if there was nodistance at allAnd the skin shiverswith reverberationsOf energetic waves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1408366/ The little and thesmall are details not all minds are ready to instantly recognize as not sosmall signs of what just really happened in the moment, weeks or months before,or still to happen in some near, or not so near future. It takes a specialattentiveness of the spirit to fully grasp the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1408362/ I don't feel my tearsrolling down my face.I don't want to showthem to the world out there...Instead they rollinward back to my heartMelting in the heatburning unchecked...The steem is like astrong narcoticThat revolves aroundmy brainSlowly driving meinsaneIn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1408359/ Sometimes life givesus miracles that we live only for a few minutes of a lifetime because we fearthe pure extasy of  this overwhelmingforce that  picks us up as if we were dryleafs in a wild and restless wind... do we fear the miracle in itself, or therepercussions of said miracl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1408358/ As I look forwardI wonder at what myeyesGlimpse in the shiningof your soul.What light travelsfrom you to me?What information isencoded there…?As I look into youI perceive the “you”not even you knowAnd the “you” my soulrecognizes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1408352/ Soul quest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1408350/ In search of myself through signs and metaphors… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1408340/ The hourglass is a soulDripping grains of lifeThrough distanceIn endless ways...Like seeds falling as rainIn fertile land...We all grow from seedsInto life, and being...Somewhere, somewhenIn this road we get a soul...Or what we call soul. What were we befo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1406055/ I will notimagine,I will notremember.It will notbe a sinTo let aburning ember Burn againso brightTo light theheartAnd melt thenightAs if weweren't apart. I will closemy eyesAnd kissyour lipsWhile theskin criesFor tou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1405686/ Friends come and go and sometimes it's not the friendship that is weak, but the tides that are stronger http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1405683/ My eyes follow every move you makeAs if I were a voyeur hiding in plain sight,But in your dream I’m dreaming awakeAnd my chest is heavy and tight…I follow your hands with more than eyes,I retrace the touch of your fingers in your skinWhile the rain is pouring from the skies,And I’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1405252/ It shudders with each breaththe unlit mefrom yesterdaythat casts such dark shapesonto the carpetof an insipidawareness,as if carved in stoneinto change itself,and as the realtrembles and rocksthe shadowed mestumbles forwardgaining groundas the perceptionof the unknowncomes to an end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1405220/ If all the time we spent togetherWas distilled in one bottleThe essence would beA taste of infinity…It never is just a minute, or a secondOr a moment that simply goes by,It’s always what needs to beBetween you and me…There’s our special silent place,Out there among the star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1404804/ Some indistinct mist met my approach, as if to stop meFrom taking another step, but with the beach just there,I could see the sea crashing softly in the sand, fresh and free,I wouldn’t just let that gaseous wall ransack my will bare.I left soft tracks in the sand as if I was flying, lightly to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1404802/ Most nights I go through dreamlessBut some come to me tenderlyWith promises of joy in countless adventures…Who am I? I Sometimes wonder…Am I a dreamer? To dream so easily of you…A little child with a woman’s look in her eye…With woman desires in her heart…And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1404800/ You ask me if I missed someone,Or something, before?Or in any other time in my life?I did. You know I did.We all didBut me more than most.Friends I had and lost,Lovers I found in the way,Women I loved,People I knew…It happened to me, yes…It is happening now.Can’t you feel?When yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1404790/ As I start this thoughtI pick the shadows from my feetAs if leafs blown by timeAnd each brushing my fingersAbsorb my inner lightRipping out gentlyAll that I amInto all that I was... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emotionrider/1404524/