http://slow.writerscafe.org/SethDeAlba The original writings of author Seth DeAlba en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776097901 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One of fewOne of manyThe times we hadAre going awayNothing we do mattersWhen we are not truly aliveDeep feelingsExpressed at a gun pointBlood gushingFrom mortal woundsThere is no reason for itBut we push for itThe dead increasing their numbersIn tune with the bulletsTheir sickening beat as they hit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1600704/ Just some random thoughts put into poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1592469/ A bomb Goes offIn the distance there's a pauseThe world is waitingForever changing it's expectationsTo create this fucked up realityWhere there is  nothing but the dismal soundsOf rotting corpses and drug addictsOf a corporate distopia of utter chaosBlackened out by the loss of everything held .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1591706/ What is with all these things I do?Self destructive behaviors that leave me reelingFrom blow upon blow to my soulWhy do I do this?What is wrong with me?A thousand questions like sandpapersKilling me with indecision and angerUtter destruction of what is whole and goodLeaving me a shell of what I coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1589453/ Floating, like you were on an oceanWaves lapping at your feet when you step outA gentle wisp of airThat touches your bodyAnd suddenly you flyLight as a featherThrough the sky,Watching clouds and looking at the ground below, calmNow you are a warriorFighting in a battle so big that it covers all you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1588546/ A verseLost in thought I will travel through my pathAgainI seem to forget everything around me, A debate of deathFlirtingWith what can only be called pure tragedy, I fellFallingInto a future not worth having, tears shed for no reasonNonsenseSpoken true, words that flew into the sunBlindingI find mys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1586122/ Dancing on the streetImages can't be beatBeat the treatsNothing but movementMotion in artArt in motionAll things spiral Into a danceThat forms the worldThe universeShe moves to her own rhythmBouncing back and forthEver flowing in ways that are showing what she isDancing for the danceJoy pain ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1586069/ So, perhaps I should be bluntThere is quite a lot to tellBut not much I can do quite so wellAs speak about who I amWhat I amI am human(first and foremost)That must mean I make mistakesPerhaps I break things(sometimes I do)Perhaps I say things(I never meant that)Or I hurt people(Not my intention at a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1585391/ What is life?A dream to be dreamtleft alone I was spentbut it all is a liespilt coffee on a tieI wish things would changeLeft alone and exchangedFor nothing Blasting music as I am craftingCrafting masterpiecesBased on laughter and lighter placesI'm wavy, heavy, changing with my envyEnvy of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1585383/ My heart aches for your touchI miss you and everything is a crutchA poison to my soulI wish it weren't quite so dullThe knife's edgeWalking along it might pledgeTo do some damageTo my heart, all ready full of rageRage at what is happeningAnything is better than this saddening PlaceLocked away, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1585377/ Anything goesThe throbbing heartsTo the fists of foesThe lost partsA ghost storyAlong with some writingBut not very goryWith something smitingThe gods of wordsAll come out to playSomething lost to the NordsJust things that are new every day365As we all danceThings come aliveJust give it a chanceBut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1585372/ Stanza's and linesParking tickets and finesNothing beats a day on the beachFlows coming from an empty streetLife goes onRising like the dawnDawn of a new dayScreaming at the empty skyOh whyFly die cry sigh Sight Locked on targetGoing downInto an abysmal darknessDarkness Left alone won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SethDeAlba/1585363/