http://slow.writerscafe.org/VertoAtrum The original writings of author ~VertoAtrum~ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004766 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Galaxies peppered across strong armsMeteorites flying through his fingersDark matter pumping through every veinGroups of stars being born in his eyes Sleek skin gouged deep by past livesCrinkles where laughter once residedLips that curve like wild rogue wavesBones that push against the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1865942/ A sick young woman who, on her fourth verge of death, is brought back to the familiar place in between life and death. Will this time leave more unanswered questions, or will it bring peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1340697/ Feeling a bit better about certain things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1314666/ The same friend I've been writing about appears in this poem. This is my idiotic hope that I could magically just hug her for a whole day to say I'm sorry. No talking, no arguing, nothing else. 1 day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1261740/ This is about me and my former (as of today) best friend. We fought over a stupid thing, and she cut all connections/ties to me with no explanation. I miss my best friend, and it hurts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1251295/ I've taken many haikus and formed them into a long poem about the fantastic take of Alice In Wonderland. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1250297/ :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1247175/ Missing an old friend very much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1247172/ When the dayturns to night, I wonder,If wewatched it, would it still change?Whenever I lookaway, it seem to darken,An optical illusion,magic? It’s strange,How the skyis black one moment now,The next it’sdevoid of stars and moon,But one lookaway a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1244635/ This is a many part poem telling the story of the Black Guardians, also known as the Stone Giants of Yör. They left when the only person they trusted as their king fell to corruption and darkness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1243075/ I don't like thunder.... "What's thunder, dad?" "It's giants having bowling matches in the clouds". That's what he told me, and I still think of it that way =] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1236329/ An encounter with two scouts brings Noah to take desperate action. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1235257/ Sometime I get a bit fed up, and now is one of those day. I need something new, and I turn to music for an escape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1234331/ A group of supernatural beings must keep the flow going, keeping the bloodline of a powerful being living, so they must wait for the command to find the human who carries the blood in their veins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1229621/ A group of supernatural beings must keep the flow going, keeping the bloodline of a powerful being living, so they must wait for the command to find the human who carries the blood in their veins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1229619/ Written by my good friend Gabriel Maddox. He asked me to put this up because he wanted to know what people thought of it. This is one of the few poems he's ever written. He did the drawing too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1226746/ My first ever Haiku. Please let me know what you think =] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1226733/ This is a many part poem telling the story of the Black Guardians, also known as the Stone Giants of Yör. They left when the only person they trusted as their king fell to corruption and darkness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1200702/ Angry feeling can sometimes escalate from the smallest things, but yet can make you remember the biggest of things. When I'm angry, I change, and this is what it feels like to be her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1199113/ For somebody who I hate with all my being. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1197670/ Complicated.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1197669/ My inner spirit animal puma coming out in her emotions towards my boyfriend. That side of me was still in love with a former lover, and the gentler side of me, a house cat, was trying to make peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/1197667/ An old lover of mine. Lost. Ended. Gone. Me and him are no more, although a lot of days are spent wishing the opposite. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/822787/ A song I wrote today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/734989/ The crows, they know me very well, As I walk to the place they dwell, An uproar such as never heard, Made by the wings of many bird, I leave the sunlit field of wheat, Into the trees I slowly sweep, I see them there, perched on branches,Their landings little avalanches, By now we all know that it&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/696945/ About her.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/691349/ A story of a very sick young woman who awaits her husband, but instead is greeted by a very different being. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/668537/ This is about someone whom I hated and hated me back. We were once lovers. Now he has come back into my life and we are friends again. Feelings for each other seem to still exist a small bit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/641533/ One, two, three, four, Damn, I hate being a w***e, Five, six, seven, eight, My need for love I cannot sate, Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, Why do I do this to myself? Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, more, I really hate being a w***e, Three, one, four, two, I really wanna be with you, Seven, five, six, eigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/637301/ Just something I wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/631958/ This is how somebody may feel when they are depressed or upset: they feel like everybody is mocking them, hiding from them, as if the world around them is a jail cell, a morbid place of no hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/631076/ Sometimes certain times of night will bring my romantic side to life, and I guess tonight was one of those times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/630358/ A huge-a*s free-form poem I wrote about myself and the habits I can't seem to kick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/630020/ This is something I wrote for the love of my life. Aishiteru~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/627535/ When her and I were young, we even talked about how we might have been sisters separated at birth. I haven't heard from her in years. What used to be my best friend is now not much more than a memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/626323/ They aren't so bad after all....you just need to view them in a different way ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/626320/ Just a poem I made when I was feeling particularly deviant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VertoAtrum/626319/