http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kaede16 The original writings of author Kaede16 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026607 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It wasn't http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2177368/ What I’ve seen so far is fearsome,It’s a fire raging for miles. Devouring. Consuming. It’s the earth roaring and swallowing everything.It’s beast against beast, horns clenched,Blood dripping. Full pockets. What I’ve seen so far is little.I’ve s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2164750/ He told me: “you are crazy” while biting my thighs.“You are crazy” -Through his teeth, just like my neck.-“You are crazy” -with a sigh-“You are crazy” -becoming a whimper-“You are cra...” -with my tongue intercepting syllables-“zy&rdq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2158022/ My tongue jumped, from freckle to freckle,As if the space between them was lavaAnd the promise of your lips depended on its balance.  .....................................................................................................................Mi lengua saltó, de peca en peca,Como.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2158011/ I don't think about you when I wake up every morning.Or when I rest my head on the pillow And I turn and turn without sleeping a wink.I also don’t think about you when I pass by the kitchen,Or when I make myself some coffee and feel it bruise my throat(almost with the same strength of you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2158009/ "Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me (...) For you are everywhere."- The Shape of Water. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2144825/ Little field trip to the gym last night.-I took my legs-Lied to them miserably,And together we laughed all the way there.Told them ‘twas biceps’ turn, andYes, I admit to it being unfair.Took them first to the cardio machinesAnd over and over we climbed the electric stair.My poor little l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2142565/ "What makes a monster, and what makes a man?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2141667/ -To D, thank you for waking me- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2140746/  Voy a hacerme café. A fin de cuentas este sol caribeño me viene tostando desde que tengo uso de razón. Y de un tiempo para acá el mundo se empeña en molerme. Así que voy a preparar un baño bien caliente, y cuando el vapor llene la habitaci&oa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2133305/ Hueles a café. Y por si eso fuera muy poco cliché, déjame decirte,Que sabes a mentiras y aguacate.-Aguacate maduro, con un poquito de vinagre y sal-Me tocas y siento marejadas en la playa de mi estómago.En la costa amanecen las mariposas muertas,Sedientas te buscaron.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2127416/ A "cortadito" is made by adding hot milk to a very strong espresso made of Cuban coffee. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2124006/ If this is the matrix, I don’t wanna know. I’ll take the blue pill. What difference does it make if The Architect runs the world? Some believe it’s God, others than it’s us, or fate, or whatever they wanna think, but everyone has a theory. A “someone in charge,” n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2124005/ Me dejé un par de pestañas en tu hombro.                                           Ahora soy un poquito tuya. ............................................................... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2114983/ Mi mamá me dijo un día, hace muchos años, que quería nombrarme Arena. Gracias a Dios por mi papá lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2110267/ They say that every poet has a death wish. That art feeds better from misery…That you are not a true romantic unless you kill yourself.​“Where can I find ( )?” “At the end of the hallway, to your right. Bed 24.” There I was once again, dragging myself dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2110256/ Mechanical thunder. Malicious, precious, sinful. The smoke clouding the senses. The dog howling, sprinting across the field. Childish cheerfulness. Turquoise eyes injected with blood. Torn apart in its mouth, the red breaking the spell of the purest feathers, caged forever in its now point.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/2088517/ If I chose you is because I know that you won’t stay when I need you. Because you prefer silence over trivial talk and won’t ask me how my day went and If everything’s alright. Because you are as lonely. And I know you don’t really like me, as for me, for who I am… but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaede16/1722711/