http://slow.writerscafe.org/agabuniya The original writings of author Alisa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033712 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Pouring, pouring; placeless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/2098172/ feelings, at 18. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/2098162/ careful, how you let time approach you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/2005959/ denied the right to know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1983696/ July 22, 2013 I was reading a lot of Plath & Bukowski http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1908122/ so, picture this: You feel an intoxicating burncascade through your beingtouching every corner of every lie you've ever told. Catching all the buildup in your lungsfrom all the smoke you used to hide your tears. Forget about the corners. Focus on the feeling. Focus on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1908117/ 2013, 1:02pm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1908111/ observant http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1908096/ hold on to how you feel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1905533/ of loss, and many other things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1802237/ a word of advice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1792179/ thinking about R.F http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1791369/ take it is a lesson or don't http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1770737/ With a warm embrace the Italian night swallows meWith tired eyes I jot my thoughts Surrendering to slumberMy balcony doors sway a little,Squeak a little in their pathsThe vespa’s screech across the cobblestone And I remember where I amI am far from homeI am so close to myselfI am so very in lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1770705/ My words are simple.I use only the alphabet you and I know bestMy gaze is slowMy thoughts meant to provokeIn me, in you, in neither of usI’m no artistDefinitely not a poetDo you have silly thoughts? These are mine.Am I pretty? Do I fall down your throat as smoothly as tea and honey do? Don&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1770702/ Something like sunshineSomething so warmYou Me You are amazingMy gaze has softened,My heart is tough Something so warmSomething like sunshineMusicMaking love You are terribly far Maybe I’m the one that’s far wayYou keep telling me thatYou Me There’s nothing like this kind of poetry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agabuniya/1770700/