http://slow.writerscafe.org/Yiyin The original writings of author Vicky Zhuang Yi-Yin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979511 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am only a man, of this Earth... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/846069/ I wrote this in 2009, it's about woman empowerment more than a story telling, though... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/757748/ Erm, really not much to write here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/736293/ We see the worldWith whose eyes?Do we hear the truth?Or just the lies?The darker days,They start to riseOur sins pour,Hard from the skiesWe see the worldIn black and grayThe truth we learnWill all decayPrayers increase onDay by dayEvil nour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/651633/ Success blinds some people, and some use the wrong ways to become successful... but even then, suddenly, there were none... there is an end to everything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/651210/ I am fury. I am aggression. I am the fire burning within, thefire with the heat from more than just a thousand suns. I am always inside. Andwhenever you have troubles, I am there. Or maybe, when you need to push stupidTimidity away, I am there. Comfort? No. That is not my job. I lead y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/623041/ Talking to yourself can get scary... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/623039/ When you become something they tread on... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/608469/ Short poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/608368/ The journey we all must partake... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/605525/ A will maybe? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/600691/ Defeat of the horrible queen... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/600255/ Becoming what she loathes the most... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/599883/ Becoming what she loathes the most... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/599882/ Art for the evilGetting away with all thingsCorruption consumes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/599407/ Graves pile day by dayBecoming pits for dead soulsGory crimes never end... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/599402/ regret, remorse, rewind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598974/ when nature begins to call to us... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598494/ What happens when you fear? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598489/ "Like the voices of the earth that fade away, like the animals that die and decay, the memory of the girl, Ebony was forgotten as days turned into years and years to decades. She was now a tree and a servant to the Spirit of the Woods. But even the Spirit had forgotten about her. Her voice g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598486/ All I want is for me and... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598482/ Red and warm liquidFlow like river on skinWaiting for the end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598478/ On a full moon’s nightBlood curdling scream full of frightA daunting beast awakens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598476/ Ode to ye, oh wagers of wars, pray, dost hear our pleas... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598463/ There is a presenceFelt in a lone haunted houseIt is unhappy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598065/ She looks in my eyesWith a sad look in her faceIt is heartbreaking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598064/ then why do we commit this sin... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598063/ ...i'm dizzy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598061/ what's life like... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598060/ I am coldI am toldBy those who don’t know meAnd those who doSay it is envyThis is the world we live inPeople here and there always thinkingAbout what the other is likeAbout what’s in the other’s mindShe’s a b***hThat’s because she’s richS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598054/ Hope is what we strive for... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598053/ Staring into nothingnessFeeling the emptinessKnowing that nobody caresLife is void of happiness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598052/ When nothing else seems to work, we've just lost our hope... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598050/ A Haiku for the Family... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598047/ Proceed with torture Proceed with pain I will not give in I know what I can attain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598037/ Fighting for the people is the only thing left... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/598034/ To fly does not mean to be free... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597681/ To fly does not mean to be free... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597678/ To fly does not mean freedom... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597677/ It was the crack of dawn. People were awakened from their dreams by the loud rhythmic drumbeats. They knew what it meant. The workers, who worked through the night, were now putting their final touches at the stake. People gathered around to watch the Burning of the Witches. Five women dress.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597641/ The Witches are coming back... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597640/ the pain lies deep within the depths of reality... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597639/ I sat on the branch of a fallen tree outside my house. I lit a cigarette and inhaled the sweet smell. It soothed my soul. I could hear him scream my name at the top of his voice inside. I still remember the last time he chastised me for no reason. I was hiding in my mother’s arms. She .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597636/ What happens when you try to fight with yourself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597634/ the girl in my mirror stares at me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597633/ Fighting only causes pain and more hate, so why do we fight? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/597162/ Be free of the strings that control... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/596665/ The sun was no longer in the sky. The stars started to blink in the dark blue plane above the earth, and the moon looked like a smile. A beautiful voice filled the still air. The voice was magic. The voice was enchanting. It came from a young girl who was lost in the woods. She had no idea w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/596663/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/596662/ If death means freedom... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Yiyin/596661/