http://slow.writerscafe.org/whitecrow The original writings of author whiteravhen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033710 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Cry...Months of agony,prayers in anarchydefines blasphemyof a dreamt sweet baby.Months of emptinessdraw tears of hopelessnessof mother's cling to holiness,and throws out ravenousness.Inside...just womb of nothingnessasks a cry for bountousnessAfter months of carriage...explains nothing but just carn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1452683/ Slimes...they fog the bottle...to capture worms kept for sulk desires....keeping their agony.Yet locked and never opened...Worms of the Earth,never had the chance,a dance they yearnunder our skin.They wish to slither,inside our skull, and get exit ...through our eyesSecrets they are to wiggle.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1447785/ See the parterre of zephyrtickles the rose cheeks of blissful skies...every petal smiles,and cherish the laughthat tangled my heart.Feathers they draw laughtersat gargantuan sky...as Aphrodite caresses the clouds,and to transpire casualtiesamong seraphimchasing blinks for endless unison.A kiss... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1444026/ Sorry...I ran out of words to say...My lips have been sewed to playimpalements of threads they play,drawing me wordless as may.Sorry...I ran out of images to draw,each picture framed and never withdrawMy heart has been slithered by slugsyet, I can't deny the clog.Sorry...I'm blinded by spits of merc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1441245/ Tickets sold for rides,but seats were taken by them...It's fully loaded..never tried to ride sweetness,,Coaster stops, but ...never tried. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1431289/ I saw my pen...I saw it dancing,on a paper made for writing,I don't think I still have to writefor my pen is dancing tonight.I saw it dancing in winter snowthe darkness of the night would make it glow,words written were just spontaneous,more or less, sanctimonious.I saw it gliding,leaving words that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1431287/ A toy it is,keeping fragile and stillbut renders a strange stare,a statement of terror...you never knowit's alive or notbut for sure, it's friendlyto children and all.It is but a miniatureminatory silence it states,keeping still, really?Sitting down and smilewhat makes you beguile..A smile,it's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1429135/ Trees do cry, their leaves are fallingfor the day you die,your name I'm calling.Chainsaw and ax cut themmade to logs andfurniture with taxfor better use or abuse?Leaves falling just sweptand some are burned.But once they drop,they can never dance in the air...just like the wound they clog,but l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1429123/ no offense, it's kinda blasphemous http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1427877/ For times of trouble I get into,Underground was inviting, tempting,Caressing my loneliness with valor,Killing those numbskulls with pleasure.You are the reason I became like thisOnly I, myself could understandUnderstand, the reason why. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1427874/ What's this?letters don't seem rhyme,they don't seem to be in proper place...Are those words jumbled?...or perhaps misspelled?And it breaks my head...I face the mirror and see the horrorDoesn't seem to feel right.What's this?The letters are dancing,forming null statements...it's egregious,a tot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1427872/ Matchsticksstrikes To giveyou Life!  Feel…Feelthe warmth of My comfort…And tortureyourself!  Youare beautifulWhen youcry…burn,My candleI’mblinded…wax,  You ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1423966/ Pieces of paper    it's tangled,compressed and compiled,written with the Whiteness of Hope,        and the Blackness of Grief.Closed as secrets;      never been told to anyonebut seeks to foreseethe Melancholy      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1416958/ I am a Sadist......whose soul walks from the         Shadows of Death,I will fear no Evil, for Evil shallfear me,and Hell is my home...I appoint my limits to    the Dead,For Earth shall be doomed...and Underground surpass...        alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1414972/ I'm the one who stares at you           when you're alone at night...I'm the one who scares you            when you're walking down the road...I'm the one who makes you            cry and bleed...I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1414969/ I am hatedfor my vision of the Earthhas passed; and rebirthI'm the Daimon of conspiracytwo times the Blasphemygape not,I'm gonna eat you alive m***********s...imbeciles churned theefor my wrath is viralgar chaosas like Gargantuan Hades' home.I've seen the fall of the awakeinto vast solfatara,leaving.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1412459/ Running through my veinsall my past pictures...Memories of my pastI devoured;One drop of blood would never satisfythe vast chaos of my thirst.Through the darkness,I was once bitten and infected withthe curse of loneliness deep inside.A single drop of blood perhaps could temp me so...in a rendezvous .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1410774/ Ashes of regrets have been blownfrom the unclosed casket fury has been thrownA fugitive escape from casket unclosedperhaps be vanquished by Undergroundswhere Devils lie...The casket should be closed; but no!Hell should be unleash regardless with raging flames of frustrationWhen firmament become.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1409248/ Sitting, waving, dancingblades of deathdriving right through me..So gentle, yet so deviouspretty lies slice me inA flower turns into a knifelike fresh air turns into sulfuruntil I'm suffocating down forever.Her lies were maggots that rots me down....Delilah runs blades into my soulShe suffocate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1409195/ Catacombs catastrophesA brain's catchin' hymnA riddle unsolvedPictures of abstract consistenciesSuffers internal bleedingA question that Has an answer of none.Pseudo psychopathconversionI'm not the only oneInside the flameI sleepwith riddles and puzzles.I'm shelled insidelocked in; I can't esca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1407163/          When tears fall from us,    Let them be petals flying;            dancin' in the air. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1407158/       In tombstones we lie,Wishin' to be live again,     But nowhere to go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitecrow/1407156/