http://slow.writerscafe.org/the_myself The original writings of author myself en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185828 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wish I were a bow to every act of yoursI wish I were a 'thank you' in a tender scream(An overwhelming echo of what you choose to give)I wish I were a fortress of the gratitude I feel.I wish I were a sigh to all the things you doI wish I were a breathing proof of what I think of you.I wish I were a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1527856/ Those eyes of her's: devoid of any impurityA fountain of tenderness so incessantShould you drink too much, you are to drown in the deluge of this ever-graciousnessThe delightful green in her iris suddenly swimsin the lake of her sensitivityWhilst the red in the corners of her eyesmirrors what s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1504471/ The art of blue.Underneath the moonlit skyWhen the streetlights hurt your eyesAnd the cold breeze pierces through your skinWhen the colors seem to fadeAnd the whole world turns to grayWhen your footsteps echo through the nightYet no sound is madeRoam! Roam until the silhouette should find its shadow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1503316/ A book to be? Who knows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1477963/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1477961/ There's a void.I recognize the echoin the lack of sound.The 3 a.m. worldstares at me through the window.The snow strives to conceal the void,though ends dissolved in the warmth ofmy blood.So I stand sensing the void,embracing the void,being the void.I stand serene.(And the snow falls,and the blood f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1447056/ - I've read your poems. I enjoyed them, but most of them are so sorrowful and melancholic. It seems as if you were in great pain when you wrote them. - I was. (I said with a smile)- Well, I've been thinking and I came to conclusion that I've never seen you like that. It seemed to me as if you d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1439016/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1438988/ Oh how I wish to be the sky you look upon with awe,a star you notice in the cloudy night.I envy the windfor it strokes your hairwhenever it pleases.And snow!Oh, look at the snow,how it kisses your lips with each flake.Oh how I wish to bethe rain to cool you downin the hottest of the summer days.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1437947/ Let me compare you to the AutumnAlthough you are not to be comparedLet me reflect your soulThough it is not to be reflectedAutumn is so beautifulYet everything diesThat is what your soul looks likeEvery time it criesBut remember to spite the painThere's more to Autumn than this rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1437457/ There's only sorrow in my eyesYou can see it when they start to bleedThat is how I let them goAll of them who left so long agoFrom time to time the pain comes backReminding me of who I was,Who I am, and who I want to beThen it goes quiet for a whileAllowing me to take a breathBut what makes me tired.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1437455/ I see you, human!Today you're disgusting,Tomorrow you are beautiful.I feel you, human!One day I despise youThe other I'd give it all just to be by your side.I smell you, human!Some days you are trashOther days you're a flower.I sense you, human!At times you're unpleasant,at some other times you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1437451/ There was a timeWhen I wanted to dieI couldn't silence my mindAnd I was unable to cryWanted to let it all out thru tearsAll my worries, insecurities and fearsBut tears wouldn't stream down my faceI was filled with sorrow and disgraceThen one great loss and I was drowning in tearsI sensed no worries,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1437447/ Looking for words, but finding noneTrying to fix what has been doneBut with no feelings to reach forNot sure if I should write anymoreNo feelings to heat up what I sayMy words end up being so paleIt makes me think they reflect my skinWhich seems well hidden from Sun's warm grinBut how to explain wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1437441/ Pokloni mi bijelog slonaBar jednom zavaraj mi intuiciju;neka došeće crvenim tepihom.Pokloni mi bijelog slonaU kutiji s balerinom,neka opjeva joj melodiju pokreta.Pokloni mi bijelog slonaMakar ne znala što bih s njim,neka stoji na polici - kraj srca.Ne poklanjaš mi bijelog s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1436840/ Alone. The silence is loud. But not as nearly as loud as the one between two people.Not as nearly as painful.What do you see when you close your eyes?What do you see when you open them?You're just a vessel full of slaves.And they want to be free.They don't know how, though.How to get free.How t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1436837/ Mirror, mirror on the wallCan't you see you leave me sore?Mirror, mirror in the showerWhy'd you make my echo sour?Mirror, mirror by my bedYou make me wish that I was dead!Mirror, mirror can't you seeYou made me wish I wasn't real!Mirror, mirror now your're shatteredYou have never really mattered!Mir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1436836/ I say writing is the best one can doAnd you seem to disagree;To be with the one you're writing to Is the highest a writer can feel.Don't you seem to realizeWhat you've just said?Can't you read the wordsRunning through my head?Don't you know who I'm writing toSilly, don't you know it's you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1436834/ Kakva iluzija.Grlila sam koljena u kutu svoga uma.Oči su se taman privikle na mrak.Odjednom tračak.Svjetla?Nade?Inspiracije?Zaslijepljena svjetlošću,pomislih da si mi pružila ruku.I baš kad se spremahprimiti je u svoju,uvidjeh da sjena nije tvoja ruka.Ta varljiva sj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1436566/ I let my mind wanderAnd it goes to you. I let my words flyAnd they speak of you.I let myself whisper And I sing to you.I let my hands chooseAnd they yearn for you.When I think of angelsThey smell like you.If I dream in colors It's because I dream of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1436565/ I look out of the window, I see the morning sun pouring in.The sky drowns in blood red sunbeams.People walk by,I’m getting used to nobody hearing the whispers of natureAnxiety is written all over this place,And back home the silence reigns.I miss the cozy whispers of my home,That is where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the_myself/1436561/