http://slow.writerscafe.org/Leftbehind The original writings of author Laymeto.rest en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775988910 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The waterfall gleamed, not from the rays of light but of golden coinsIn the crooks of the cracks, the earth was as bright as a starMolded and encrypted from times passedA token for a desperate wishing, that only led to a paid death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1927968/ The river has swallowed me The trees, they hold onto meThe wind calls out to meDust into the nothingnessThe void strings the stars out of hidingDeparture of one's final destinationA rib bone of the clayRise and shine the dark starClasp to sadness and forgotten rotTwist the sane ups.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1914247/ Seams of dreams, tatter and frayOne room leads to another, time in replayAwareness creeps through, grasping the directionLucidity blinds the veil, push out of this dimension http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1885292/ Travel to the crypt of crystal casketsWhere they will be praying into basketsThe petals wilt into golden flakes And the knowledge ebbs away on snakes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1885288/ The face http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1726433/ I can not cope with thisThe feeling of births itchAs I lie awake far past twilightPondering many words left dead on my tongueWishing the morrow would not comeBut the sun always rises http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1724580/ A little all over the place. My apologies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1724166/ Sleepwalking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1721643/ Personal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1721069/ Eye of the storm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1720455/ Lucid travel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1720451/ How I feel currently, in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1717966/ Sometimes, I just have something to sayWith my pen, I swayFast and vigorously to the point,Inhale a hit from the jointMy fingers can't scribble as fast as my mindOne thought after the nextPen flowing, pulling wisdom from out of my chest.Conjoining letters. What am I even writing?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1717958/ Blood lust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leftbehind/1717955/