http://slow.writerscafe.org/leunganli The original writings of author An Li Leung en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029633 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My psychiatrist always says, "I hear you."It is as if that phrase conveys all the empathy one human can display to another.I have been told that I catastrophise my problems, that I make them larger than life. Everyone is different, that I know. But the more different you are, the more differ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1715918/ I mock myselfI'm my own foolI chuckle loud when I don't hearI pinch myself between the earsII hate the image burnt in my mindThe frightening ghost that haunts my thoughtsWih skin so pallid, spine soft as twineI I despise the ghoul that skulks my homeE'en the place mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1712139/ I was bornI am livingI will have livedI will dieAnd as all things that are born, that live, that have lived, and that will dieI too will vanish into the voidAn empty place where no names are called and no voices soundA hollow arena where death duels those that defy its right to the a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1704180/ Replete my soul, my dauntless doomStretch the tethers that forge my gloomBereft puissance, this ocean calmsStirring vigor, the fire swellsA drafty mire girds these wallsStolen shadows grow ever tallGolden eyes, speckled blackLustless gems blurred deep with cracksThey watch from the wallsThe lights a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1701652/ Glittering kites high in the darkTwitching souls 'neath the cloudsTethered loosely to the sandLusty tugging by listless handsScent of charred, scorched fleshA smoky flavour in the airFire blazing with no eyes thereThe wind, alive with tireless buzzingRaucous voices never hoarse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1691973/ to flit into the worldshadow at its backto dance with the windflirting with black deathI'll flay him alivetear off slivers of fleshdip his skinless carcassinto a barrelful of lyebut alas, my strength wanesthe fight that was once my raison drained from my beingand left my stark sordid flesh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1682832/ I wish to sleep and never waketo breathe my last as I dream my daysI hope to see the setting sunthe orange horizon burning brightI flit between the darkness and lightthe tragic realm of soulless screamsthat melt away the entwining ribbons of bloodied fleshI fly above the scorched realm of unwatered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1667599/ As I dream across the plains... I hear a snarl, a desperate cry... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1662488/ just what I was told http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1662419/ A fire burns in me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1662418/ flowers are pretty...even dead ones http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1662416/ we all dream of the ferryman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1662414/ it really exists... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1662413/ because fear drives me to bed at night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leunganli/1662365/