http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tafara The original writings of author tafara nyamhingura en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776084848 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I a drowning; drowning in a sea of my own depressionI feel empty still; it's like I am drowning in the sea of Of nothingness; no I am drowning in the sea of nothingnessI try to keep afloat but there is too much of it;Every time I catch a breath I I hit by a wave of nothingnessMy heart sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1727724/ if I can publish this I can walk through fire and it will make accomplishing ten years old me's goals more possible. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1502218/ I don't know much about it.I am not educated in that category.But I know my journey is not goingto be easy.I know I am going to be slapped witha million surprises.It's not going to be like the past or present.It's going to be a whole new adventure.I might not know a single thing abou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1501273/ I have this feeling,Something is drawn to me.Not dawn or night will stop me,Stop me from dreaming.A dream is the indicator that indicates my life.I won't let anyone crush my dreams.No one can stand in my way If anyone does stand in my wayI will push right through them like a rock .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1500344/ There is a drought in my soul;I am walking on a big wide road like an empty shell with tears in my eyes.Tears that could flood oceans.As each day passes and the hands onthe clock courts down the seconds.Just thinking, thinking of how much youhurt me empties my soul.You broke my hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1490456/ Diamonds are forever, until they turn brass.When a child smiles for the first time and aflower blooms.When one follows their dream till the end.It is a volcano that erupts during a flood.The person who runs a thousand milesjust to find their fate.  And the girl that smiles just to please t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1489916/ A question that everyone no matterHow rich or poor strangles to answer.But they all ask it 'what is life'They all can not answer this question.Not until their old and fragile.Not until it's to late.But that's what life does.It gives you a question then an answerin the end, when i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1489808/ It's something cheesy possibly to a person a very beautiful person. But I won't tell. I don't know I am in a cheesy mood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1489461/ She is a rose that still has to bloom;When she finally does bloom she willbring to the world a light;A light brighter than the sun;She will be the bright light will lead himto greatness.She is the late bloomer, the shining fate;The one with a righteous is the only oneto understand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1489049/ A beautiful tiny seed;It grows into a small prepossessing flower.As it ages it becomes even more glorious;With a scent that will melt you away.Soon the beautiful flower will lose its scent;It soon fades away and everyone forgets it ever existed.It goes from a seed to a soul within .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1488999/ I am running a marathon;I am living a life;A marathon I am destined to lose;I am always left behind.They left with me;I went with them;But they left me behind.My fate, to be left behind;I keep on going but don't seem to get anywhere.But I wonder is my fate really thatmon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1488959/ Love is cheap so I won't cry for you;but will cry because of you.Like a broken art piece, I will wait for you.Occupying my mind with wishes and dreams.Rethink it all.You have got it all; I can see it in your eyes.A thousand memories of joy but I only wishfor one.I have been stra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1488902/ Did you ever look at yourself in the mirror before you decided to scream and shout about my flaws.You blow away my happiness but I did notshow it.You broke our friendship like a twig.But I will only tell you this once and never again.My flaws are my business.So stop pointing at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1488834/ I am what the upper class try and buy;What the middle class barely scumble;I am what the lower class wishes for;I AM HAPPINESS; ANGLE OF LOVE.I am what the upper class try and hide behind gold;I am what middle class tries to ignore with smiles;I am the poor's world;I AM LONELINESS; T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1488549/ Life is a well written novel It publishes 360 pages every yearIt's walking a thousand miles to find the meaning of a four letter wordLife is a rose growing in the middle of a billion thornsthe rose knows that if it makes a single mistake and growsin the wrong directionIt would be choke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1488544/ In this poem I tell you how being two years behind from people my own age has lead me to suffering with social anxiety. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tafara/1488524/