http://slow.writerscafe.org/WierdInk The original writings of author Chinedu Ubah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047180 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We all wear masksSome wear it better than othersWe are all actors Acting each scene with perfectionWe are all uglyDo not let the make up fool you We are all angryAlways searching for a new reasonWe are all comediansEven our lives are a jokeWe are all in hellDo not be fooled by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/2174653/ We waste words,Inserting insignificant inscriptions,At avenues authentic articulations are applicable,Replacing required ruminations;For fore-known facts.We waste words,Literally lying like leaders,About affections affiliated around another,Truncating the true terms thatDon't des.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1828241/ The rain remembers my face with it drop.It drops cast away my stray tear,As I watch you leave me here.My heart mourns,For my lips seems to lost its words My heart boils for youI get jealous at everything that touches you.Even the way the rain touches you is a bit suspiciousI gave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1702358/ The day has overshadowed the night once again. Once again I wake up expecting him near.I know he would not be there.But it does not really hurt to hope....Once again.It breaks my heart ...again and again.But I still love that adulterous son of cain.For he stole my heart away.But lost his some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1702356/ Some might call it noiseThat sweet sound of a child newWe hear it at last http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1603685/ Who is that, who trespass at this hour?The thought renders my taste so sourMust be a very foolish blokeAn airhead, and by the looks, very brokeWho does the broke bloke think he is, breaking into another man's abodeA brave move, and indeed very boldThe bold broke bloke, broke in, and stole from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1602258/ He has changed,His love has diminshed as we agedWhen last we made love, i don't rememberProbably far back in May or SeptemberHe breaks my heart in repeated fashionPaying others his attractionNight and morning, his fists, my face is engagedTorturing me, like a test-subject cagedNight and mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1568375/ On this new path I trendIts ways not like that of the scriptures I readI am no more held by those biblical stringsAnd the so-called salvation, they said, it bringsIts so good to be freeI was so blind before to see;How dull it was, the life I was living;Praying to god I don't believe in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1562651/ Night is bringing down the curtains on dayMy husband is late, as usualHis meal is getting warm, as usualThis is getting usual, I must sayI know where he is at the momentShredding off his youth with younger beautiesPaying them for my usually free bed-warming dutiesCasting me aside likea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1512304/ Things change when you grow.Trust me, I know,When young, you see things from a perspective so small,But when grown, you'll know you havent seen it all.Going through life without much thought procession.Window shopping with high expectationFeasting the mind to all such of imaginationHop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1505129/ The crowd voices ring like a bellNervousness grabbed me like its my first spellIts about time to come on stage.I need to put the makeup to bring that star image.Trying to look alive when I feel like death,I don't know what I need more; food or rest.After the show, I had to head out of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1505128/ I woke up with an ache.Hopefully the symtoms are not of this plague make.The plague is everywhereDistributing death freely, like its santa claus' heir,Make sure to bathe with salt, my dearIt's properties protect from the curse; so I hearPestilence is here,No doubt the end is near.Wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1503739/ I thought my feeling had freed meBut the chains of affection drags me onSeeing her awoken those desires I thought were deadIt was never my intention of bringing back the deadI prefer them buried in proper clothingPlaying a game with my heartOne that I have alridy lost,even before it sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1503454/ To and fro, he goesThe night, the only cloak he knowsLooking through a window he sees,The treasure he seeks.So into the shop he goes,To possess the treasure he knows.Then, right in front of him he sees;The treasure he seeks.No one is watching, so he goes,Grabs the treasure he k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1503445/ What is day if not the absence of night.What is love if not the absence of hate.What is sadness if not the absence of joy.What is light if not the absence of darkness.What is failure if not the absence of success.What is war if not the absence of agreement.What is life if not the absence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1455278/ I remember our past in every singe bitWithout you now, I don't know where I fitRemembering our past, my present is blurredBlurred to an extent, I doubt I could ever be curedThinking of the past makes me feel I wasted all my nightsWith you of cause! Doing what I thought was rightI wasn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1430323/ I am lostI now see that fame has its costThe loneliness here is unbearableTo the fans, its all desirableI once saw it from their perspectiveNow my myopia is curedThat idea is relativeFor I can trade this fame for any disease, no matter how oddMy old man must be proud of this monster .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1425313/ Should I be surprised how life have turned?When shall what have been taken from me be returned?Will I continue loving someone, other love by day at night?Is it worth the fight?Should I be tired of us living like vampires?Must we always see ourselves in the cloak of darkness?Why not elope with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1425218/ We all need to be savedEven if for a short whileSo we could live and walk more milesAnd be thankful for the life God gaveWe have all been save, once or twiceFrom a position of near deathBut were saved bt a friend or angel in disguiseDeath is someone you would not like to have metLuckily your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1425212/ We are all waitingWaiting for the day; HE, HIMSELF SHALL WIPE OUR TEARS AWAYTO TEACH US HOW TO OUTGROW OUR MADNESSBut the only time we are free from THE PLAGUE if madnessIs the day that death shows it ugly headWe need not an INTERPRETER OF MALADIESTo tell us what malady we sufferSin is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1425208/ Somewhere in the back of my head, I hear voicesWhat could it mean?Could it be voices of those I have wronged?Or maybe my evil thoughtsOr is it of those I love or lust?My sins maybe as countless as the dust,But you are no saint eitherThe whispers still lingers What could it be?C.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1419599/ On a journey, I never startedWith a wife, I never marriedOn a road, we never knewTo a house, we never livedTo look for a child, we never hadSo as to show It, the love, It never seenHoping to live in the harmony, we never thought ofAnd to see the world, as we have never seen it before.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WierdInk/1419594/