http://slow.writerscafe.org/QaletaqaHania The original writings of author Qaletaqa Hania en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048283 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Am I fit to drive?I’ve got a long road ahead of me.Death is at my doorstep.If I would open the gates;It would flood the oceans.A journey across vast waters.Electric mayhem in my head;Good thoughts made powerless.I’ve lost count; where am I?Among vile creatures.What are they?What am I?Scr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QaletaqaHania/1594946/ There are times for laughter and times to weep,Seeking for answers until the moment I die,Feelings of anguish and delight, they creep,Don’t wanna be thoughtless, there's no retry.I don’t mind giving this life, my everything, my all,Just don’t wanna be the one to tumble and fall.Don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QaletaqaHania/1594012/ This was for something called Poetry Month. Anyhow this was Day 11: Write about yourself being a terrible person. Make yourself the worst person ever, flipping your personality if necessary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QaletaqaHania/1594000/ At a certain time of day, a menacing man called Sly,Would prowl the streets, concealed by the night sky.In a dark and eerie alley, an alley unknown to me,Sly would rob an old man, for his life that man would plea,He would cry and shudder, words falling on deaf ears.Sly had no compassion, for a man w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QaletaqaHania/1593989/ In the darkness of my mind, it roams;Too big to fit under my shoe.It’s not a mouse; it’s not a who.Trampling everything with sorrow and pain;I wanna get rid of the mammoth in my brain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QaletaqaHania/1593987/ Work for money, work for gold.You won’t be free, but will grow old.Day after day; just another replay.Confined by rules and law;When will we stand up and say:“That’s the last straw!” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QaletaqaHania/1593985/ I wish I knew the words that mattered; the words that would make us whole.It's both excruciating and invigorating--the thought of you being the one.I don’t like this dichotomy. To be swung back and forth is not comfortable.So someday I might have to sever this bond; this invisible tether, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QaletaqaHania/1593981/ Being single is quite the bummer.Will someone be my drummer?My heart could use a beating;Hit my membrane until it’s bleeding.Riding the waves somewhere uptown;Somewhere where we’d lose our frown.And with each song our heart brings;We will grow and give each other wings.Then we can be fre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QaletaqaHania/1593971/