http://slow.writerscafe.org/Amorel The original writings of author Arielle Ann en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053760 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Silently you rest over this cold hearth, by my warm glassof wineAs the chill in this gloomy night grazes past my parched lips,I let my fingers glide through, where once your fair crustused to gleamI let my nails scrape across, where once your lips used topart in a smile. Mesmerizingly I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/1457771/ Dedicated to the painter in my dreams and reality :) Yes, It is love to be precise! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/1454639/ Blissfully was I swaying, content inmy own little world of dreamsWhispering my tune of departure totravelers who cared to hearWith that fragrance of vibrantautumn and the magnificence of my huesI rendered my aroma of joy till thatlast daytime of my demiseFor you I might h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/1429279/  A wish for her blood to spurt awaywith the alcohol or her soul to float away with thehazy fumes,the pungent stench of burnt flesh asthe last remnantsdrift away in shreds with the currentsof the dripping wine. The rain splatters draining away thestream of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/1140459/ This is somewhat gross, just tried to explore what revenge might feel like. Would it be like sweet salvation from age long guilt and pain? Just a thought which struck my mind! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/1054736/                                                                                 &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/1054095/ This is a piece I have written after quite a long time, so the flow mayn't be that smooth! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/1038747/ first of my kind....so please criticism and feedback required! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/909096/ Another peep into a woman's mind :) this will be confusing I know because my thoughts were confused too when i wrote this...a free flow again :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/897709/ Stabbed and pierced oftenFlesh and thoughts alikeMarred and betrayed recurrentStrange apathy - a lasting deposit! Hopes implicitBut wrecked repeatedCurrently numbArrogance facades passion! Love intense and yearningWhen smashed frequent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/893350/ Mistakes never offer another chance...if only we were allowed to reverse back and make everything right again, how much better everything would have been! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/882001/ An expanse of miles, a pain endlessyet a strange satisfactionof chaste love forever - its realization! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/881674/ Expectations in silencewhen shattered repeatedego outshines emotions! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/881610/ Crash!!!Where is she?Greygrey swirling in,Isshe is trapped? She is nowhere!Shetries to turn back,Butgrey grey churning in!Nogates to return, are there any?Butshe will fight, yes she must,Yesa gateway, afar she can glimpseBarelydiscernible in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/871043/ Istare long and hardLettersdance and fade,Igaze longer and harderLetterswane and disappear!Ithink long and hardThoughtsjumble and clutter,Ireflect longer and harderThoughtsebb and disappear!Icontemplate long and hardResolutionsmuddle an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/866758/ Here I tried to picture the mind of a paranoid person.Suspicion and fear arises from implanted memories that haunt forever.This is just my comprehension. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/866736/ Sometimes when we stare long at letters,they fade &jumble.Similarly if we ponder upon a decision , its pros &cons too long,we may fumble,gradually turn unsure & ultimately unable to do what we wanted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/863904/ A Sonnet-I tried to compose :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/861906/ Well this is my first Haiku...with immense help from Mr. Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram( WC)...am very new, so please pardon me if there are any technical errors...I may not have done full justice to the job. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/859570/ She is standing by the coast,Waiting, as she always does,Tonight there’s a tempest,The gale bellows ruthless,Brutal waves lash at her feet,While scared crabs rush in a fleet.But, tonight she stands strange,Undeterred as if is in a trance,She has stripped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/844474/ Come to me, she growls.Come to me, she howls.With her voice that enthralls,With her gaze that beholds,With her lips luscious,With her strands sinuous,Come to me she ushers.Come to me she allures. Who is she?They ask unified.A vamp or a damsel?Or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/843083/ The utter intricacies of the human mindBeyond conception of a soul as naïve as IThe coils and twists of the grey in that orbAs serpents they slither, hiss and whorlStrangling my veins, choking my collarOf a soul fragile, chaste and tenderPowerless I wonderIn aggr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/840146/ Well...this is inspired by a song...one of my favorites...I took some words and molded it into poetry in my own style...ha ha...hope you like it! 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As that time I was studying in my second year of engineering and staying in the hostel, so my dad would usually .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/676092/ Thither was the mazeunfolded across me,And hither I stood, setto discern my destiny,Insofar obscure to thenaked eye,Shielded from anoutlander, as innocent as I!Excited I was to seekanew,Promises afresh, hope yetraw, laid down to view.Impatient to unfurl th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/600509/ The Mona Lisa is 16th century oil painting created by the renownedLeonardo Da Vinci. The work of art depicts an enigmatic woman gazing at theviewer, and it is said that if you move across the room while looking into hereyes, they’ll follow you. It is definitely one of the most po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/589122/ Merciless,the sky showers down,Onto thesolitary lad driving uptown.Peltingraindrops splashes, smearing the glass,Cloudscracking with thunder,Boughs slashthe highway,Threateningto perish the loner!Though thenwith utmost valor and daring vigor,Merely w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/589115/ Sweetcherubs blossom that sunny morn,WhilstI graze my toes on thy lush green corns.Scentedis the breeze that ruffles my tresses,Withmy skirt so dainty, sweeping thy grasses!Racingtowards thy lane in haste,Wheremy lover so bonny is yet to pass!Oh!I sight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/585203/ "Crucio"...they term the "unforgivable curse" ,they aimed at her,Crying in agony,fainting with despair,Thrashing in pain,grovelling on the floor she lay,"Plead I to Thee" to the foe she prayed,Grant me the "Avada Kedavra",the curse that ends,The life entrapped in shackles, bounded with thy iron chai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/585089/ Leaning on his walking cane,Hobbling along the crowded lane,Not a passerby paused to aid,He struggled on with his hopes unsaid.Seated by the roadside in swarms,Legs crossed and open palms,Begging for a glance of care,People passed, no time to spare.There loitering by the temple doorLying hither on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/583970/ 20thOct 2009Shewould wake up everyday shivering and shaking herself in despair, dreading againthe frustration that was threatening to engulf her yet once again.Anna,anorphaned child since the day she was born,was a beauty, beauty in the sense pure,chaste and humble. Slowly the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/583969/ Versastaggered away from the doctors chamber as i sat and watched her slowlyretreating back. She was maybe around 15, but now with a totally screwed future,3 months pregnant with no chance of an abortion. The man who had led her tothis stage of suffering was her own brother in law..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/583966/ In the emerging modern era, todayto many of us religion appears to be that divine archaic relic as depicted tous by our parents, grandparents, maybe great grandparents; but actuallyreligion is not that ancient as it is portrayed to be on the forefront; it  is not so far away as we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amorel/583965/ The other day I was just dozing awayduring the afternoon when I heard terrible screams; I rushed out and saw to myhorror that Smita had tried to burn herself alive. An ambulance had already arrived;she was wrapped up in a white blanket and carried away. 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