http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nimso The original writings of author Nimfle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051741 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Remember meI pray; as I cross continentsTo fight wars for greedy men;For our brothers Who died for peace    in violent fields.Bear with meI pray as I lay in trenchesdug by broken men-Thinking only of the girlI left behind In a town in the middle of nowhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2074975/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2074974/ In this sleepy little town of ours  Where the seasons fade slowly I fell in love with you and changed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072887/ I don't know what Im trying to do any more. [Writing letters you will never open] Perhaps it's my way of saying : "it's too late to do a comeback act.". Having said that,  I'm waiting.... .... To see you do one.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072886/ How long until the cherry blossoms bloom? How long before the hardened grounds become soft mounds? How long before the cold leaves?  How long before you remember all those that you left behind? How long before you remember your promise to me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072885/ Marie came to say her goodbyes She's off to see the world.  We sat side by side on the porch Our emotions whirled  And we cried and hugged  And said a thousand goodbyes Then she gave me an advice: I think that everyone is right But none of us ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072883/ The snow has melted While my hair was cropped And my doors became unlocked.  The trees starting to show signs of spring As my mother begins her ritual Of preparing the seeds for her garden.  My heart whimpers at times With thoughts of you and I Until.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072880/ They say that I should stop That I shouldn't mop For someone who simply ran away Even after everything went his way.  Although that's true too I know it hurt you too.  But no one should be blamed  For the way things became  Especially not y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072876/ They say this town  Will never know  -the atrocities of war-  Then it all change when a sky blue car came  With a boy and a man  Who claimed They were from yucatan. The man always talked of the sea While his feet sunk down on the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072874/ "Perhaps it's love" Mathais said sweetly  During biology.  "perhaps it's hormones" I retorted.  He snorted.  "you're just like Marie."  I shrug my shoulders simply As if to say I agree.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072273/ Mother wants me to go far away She says she's fine by herself now That she wouldn't mind Even if I were to leave her  And this town behind.  Marie says smiliar things  That I must go with her To explore the world  Before our youth unfurls.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072272/ You've always been relentlessly cruel. [now don't try to blame the world for it] But I stayed to love you more.  [Maybe that's what made you bore.][Of me, of this town, of everything][You've ever known.]  Maybe I should have left you alone  Then my love for you&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072271/ The frozen river beneath the old bridge Has started to melt.  I walk across it every day On the way home.  The air still feels like icicles  But that's only when I ride my bicycle.  I'm glad when my breath comes out In puffs of smoke; bec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072165/ I never seem to have The right words to say So bear with me While I try To find the proper words  To say Goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072163/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2072162/ "Congratulations.” The doctor declares To relieved unknowing family. 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We didn't knowWe couldn't have... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2071998/ Today...It rained so heavily That my sister's garden filled up with waterAnd her plants drowned. Today,The sky is in a turmoil.Today, I've lost myself to grief.Today .... .... Is my lover's funeral.Today.... hasn't ended yet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2071997/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2071996/ I never seem to have the right wordsSo bear with me as I tryTo find the proper words To say goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2071992/ My stories are irrelevant even to me, The words inside refuses even as I cry.Pencil against a blank canvas I feel God mocking me as I try. It's been years since I put a sketch to work.But I think about it from time to time. I wish I could be like Hana Paint the world as I see it. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2071538/ I do not remember whenThat part is all too blurry for me to begin atAll I remember is the suddenness The eruption of emotions Too strong and alien That forced me along the current. Then I hated you for being you Too big for the clothes you wanted Nails on a chalkboard when you sang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2070891/ To the girl in the mirror,You smiled with me When I should have cried.I left my purity in your handsWhen I last recognise.As I stare at the new stranger in the mirror.I laugh manically But she has tears in her eyes.What an ugly child you are!You look as confused as I feel.Tell me..Hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2051970/ Love Song.Do I know you?Do you know me?I have a song.Can you sing along?I have dream from long ago,A precious boy come and go.I knew him until his fatherFound him another motherThen they disappeared together.Inside my memories from so long agoLives a precocious boy of eighteenWho loved my paintings... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2038913/ You think you know it all,My dearest.How I wish-I could enlighten you!Unburden myselffrom the sufferings;Stave off the eternal sorrows it brings.For, the ailmentsfamilial isolation breeds;Echoes harrowing painThat reverberates[ Like the cries of the white ladyEchoing through an empty night]Breathes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2029305/ Sweat sticking the back of my dressI bear the evening heat waveAs we walk hand in hand along the empty cobbled street That winds around like a snake among the colourful houses.I loosened my hold just a little bitSo that you would tug me along.Sweat making your mass of unruly short curlyhair&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2029278/ Laughter round the room,Small talks filling in the spaces."want to go someplace quiet?"The whisper sends shivers down my spine.My cheeks heat upFlushed red like the cherry Sitting pretty in my glass.he takes his place next to me. Our glasses leans, clashing into each other''s Making a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2028856/ I dream of youAs a fish in the sky.Limbs for finsTattoos for scales.Perhaps this way...You will never fallYou will never drown.You will never die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2028625/ A journal, a semi autobiographical work written in style influenced by the cpn genre. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nimso/2028622/