http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jibril The original writings of author Isimbabi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978421 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Africa must wake upThe sleeping sons of Jacob.Spears and swords won't throw us,Sticks and stones can't break brokePhallus shaped iron demons doomed us.Crystal clear carbon atoms wooed usAnd our father's fathers, the sons, were sold.Sold and told.Were told of their worth in gold!For what tomorrow may.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2822525/ The rainbow is a reminder, reminding the message, a messagethat’s lostlosing, gasping, humans are fraught with a desperate wanting.The bombs, the devil, the gun and his son.The son, his blade, a terrible pair.The pair, old under the sun.Banal!Banal is message that’s lost.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2769733/ I don't think this needs a description http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2759554/ Darling,What will you think of me if I open my mind and you see therot?And you see a darkness, which on its own would be bad enoughBut there’s the pungent smell of dead memoriesRegret slowly eating away at happiness.The consciousness, a burning shrub, serves as the only l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2178712/ Promise me to never fight a friendLet them go when you make a fistand count to three before you speakpromise to walk if you lose your headPromise me to never bite a friendLet go if you lose trust in themTell stories but leave out their namesPromise me to never seek revengePromise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2176011/ There’s mist in the eyes of loversThey’re blind to all that’s around usThere’s fire in the heart of expatriatesThey’re blind to the hurdles around us,Burning through thoughts, running through walls ‘causeacceptance is nonexistent in their mental.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2174109/ This is a short story about trust and kindness. Remember: The village is trust The wall is the highest point of trust The Lake is regret The forest is time The rope is defiance The chair is chance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2171502/ In the face of death you become ferociousOr calm, seemingly as the oceansWith low tides and whirlwind emotions brewing inside youAnd you know panic will cost you,Stand firm, do as he asks,The mantra your mind tries to tell you.Your face cold blue as youStare down the menace before yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2161389/ With every sunrise we are reborn.Made stronger from the day before.Free to roam like wolves after blood.With our teeth bared, we shall face the worldWith the coming of the night,we retire to solitude.Reflecting on our errs,And take time to lick our wounds.With every full moon,W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2159716/ One from a series of four line poems I've written. This was based off of a piece I'm still working on "The comic's riddle". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2159039/ This is one of a series of four lined poem I've written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2159037/ This is a spoken work poem. "A" loves "B" so much that 'A' fears 'A' will destroy 'B'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2156967/ We all love history when it’s written in bloodwith a pen dipped in the neck of a manwritten in cursive- ink red or dark,We’re all headless- walking around,Not sure whether to hold the book or the gun,We pick up the pen, Our natural proclivity until we discern,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2070878/ The Contradiction in the structure of society http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/2054983/ The evil is out at night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1920668/ An ode http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1915068/ I changed over the yearsI did loose it a few timesI've shed a few tearsIt helped to open my eyesThere's no happy endingJust time to realizeNow is all that mattersBecause time is running byThe petals of the flowerMay not stay up through the nightI've learnt a lot from lifeThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1912789/ A dreamy reality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1909269/ I wrote this a really long time ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1788851/ Who is she http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1788298/ Beauty is an assetA component of a bodyThe reflection of lightAn attribute so cunningBeauty is an assetNot seen but feltA sensation in the heart,That influences the eyes.Beauty is an assetAn essence of lifeA brightly coloured flowerIn the essence of lifeBeauty is an a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1786389/ It's about her. Who ever she is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1785454/ Something to remember. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1652724/ Friendships http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1605501/ Natures gift http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jibril/1602936/