http://slow.writerscafe.org/tepidautumn The original writings of author Nadia Gerassimenko en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968244 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Two steps at the water’s edgeMy eyes locked on yours We’re two bodies unknowningWhat our souls experience Let’s exchange it--The madness in our hearts Plunging deeper into the riftWhere subconsciousness resides Har.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1870434/ Some friendships are meant to be united. Some friendships are meant to be left behind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1869623/ Forgive my long absence and lack of comments and lack of writing. It's been quite busy for me! I hope to slowly return here and make sure to have writerscafe part of my daily ritual if possible :). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1651632/ To strip off your layersOf masquerades you’ve accumulatedOver the years and masks you’ve paintedOf poker-faces; even you don’t knowWhich one is real anymore.To get to the final stratumThat encases the rawness of your core.Your fleshy insides uninhibi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1579849/ A dream that foretold a love story and that bound two lovers together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1547143/ I came back to my parents' house for a month and was going through my older works on my hard drive. I used to love writing songs and this one is cute and funny. I think I wrote this when I was 14. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1545215/ Inspired by the beautiful musical muse - Lana Del Rey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1529808/ Mama, Iheard you and papa fighting today.I couldn’tpick up on the words again,But you werescreaming, he was yelling. Somethingshattered.Somethingbanged.And youcried. Mama, Ihaven’t heard papa’s voice in a while.He used to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1528538/ fetal petal fearsthe final tick of the clockthere lies pollution http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1528232/ I had something different in mind, but I could not elaborate on it further. So I decided to make my very first attempt at senryu instead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1513785/ Tollespoke of Here and Now;Byrnepassed on the Secret;Dyerconfirmed Miracles exist;Copperfieldshowed us Magic.Andfor a minute, we believedItall with our open hearts.Butthen our minds closed themWithskeptic mindless chatter. Forcenturies we ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1510962/ From a perspective of the chronically ill http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1507622/ This is not a sad poem. This is hopefully a motivating write. I imagine myself a grandmother with a soulfully rich life and hopefully many words of wisdom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1503566/ I am so happy to have found Writers Cafe. This is one place, although virtual, where I feel like I can belong and connect with others. I thank you all for your wonderful selves and writings! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1500327/ Headaches suck. Headaches that go on for days to no end, suck even more. Ugh. Just wanted to share my woe in I suppose a sardonic manner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1500111/ Inever truly had a homeWhereheart of mine felt settledUntilI met my darling manWholovingly took in my heartNowhome is where the heart is Whereverhe decides to stayIspread my roots into that soilWhereverhe decides to goMyfeet shadow his chose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1498143/ This is not something I usually write. But today I had a weird dream (like all my other dreams) and I could remember it vividly. So I decided to write a poem about it. So here is a very absurd poem! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1496188/ To feel loveeven for strangersImaginethey’re your sweet childrenOr yourmother dearestFrom aprevious reincarnation In this way,we’re all connectedThroughinvisible strings of affectionHurtingothers causes hurt to selfHarming selfcaus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1493187/ I just wanted you to know, that baby you're the best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1493035/ Hello dear friends, this is not a writing post. I just wanted to share my news with you about my first published book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1491922/ It's not possessive domination,Nor hysterical suspicion,Harm or manipulationIt's tender passionWhen he looks into your eyesWarmly with a gentle flameWhen he kisses you so softlyOn your foreheadLike you are his little oneHe runs his fingers along your neckWhich is as delicate as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1490764/ The chamber was filled with gloom:She lay on the bed like dead Lucretia -Pale, mortified, and numb.Blood slowly trickled from her thighsUnto her ivory legs."I've lost myself, my innocence,"She whispered weakly and closed her eyesTo pray.Jupiter heard her little prayer,And sent ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1488909/ It's the simple things in life that truly matter and make us genuinely happy and content. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1488863/ The onset of lethargyWas gradual over the years.It crept so faintly,She barely noticed it at first.And then it struck her one nightSo suddenly, so cruelly.And this time she couldn’t pull throughThis now lingering affliction. It took  her energy and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1486174/ Inspired by Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1485946/ “I want to take responsibilityFor the majority -We do not have an innate wisdom;We learn it from experience,”She said what most are abashed to confess. “Few are born with this precious gift.Only they know the answers toThe sound of one hand clapping,The feelings o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1485942/ Inspired by and dedicated to Kate Bush. I encourage you to listen to her beautiful music. She is a very unique jewel of the Nile, inspiring many. Her music brings tears to my eyes and joy to my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1485160/ My sweet Audrine,I see you with my eyes closed.In the blackness of my mind,Your rosy gentle face appears.My heart flutters with so much joyAnd my belly fills with inborn loveFor you, oh, my precious dear.Such wondrous eyes you haveWith thick lashes flapping like butterflies.Your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1485040/ Each step we take to find each otherIs another step we have to make.Each hour traveled in much persistenceIs another hour we have to walk.I am certain that we are wrinklingAnd that our strength is almost gone.Yet we fear not looking forwardAnd do not contemplate the past.Night an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1483219/ Night is when I daydreamAnd sleep throughout the dayMy afternoons are for society And evenings I am waitingFor my moon beneath the cloudsI am a daughter of the NightMy mother is the MoonThe Stars are my musesAnd Night Creatures, my allies They know well to give me spaceTo dan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1481772/ What is the age of innocence?What is the age of harsh reality?I thought wisdom grows with aging. I never knew a man would talk like that.Not until… He was the age of my grandfather.My dear grandfather departed.Who loved me and treated meAs his swee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1481233/ I won't say what it's all about. I hope everyone finds their own meaning in this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1481141/ Tell me truly,Do you like working?From 9-to-5 and sometimes more.A routine job with a fancy title,And no time for fun and growth,Let alone for plenty sleeping. Is that your calling? (What is your calling?)Tell me now,Do you agree?What we're taught in school.Math formulas we d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tepidautumn/1480773/