http://slow.writerscafe.org/Artemisia The original writings of author Artemisia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775976098 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 And once again thedepths of my life rush onward,as if they weremoving in wider channels now.Things are comingmore close to meand all images aremore thoroughly looked upon.I feel comfortablewith that which is nameless -with my senses, aswith birds, I reach upinto the windyhe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/1347646/ Decadent  - spoken wordDecadent life -simple pleasuresfortified.The belief in ourstrengths seemingly disarms ourfailings. On the face of it,the decadent lifesprings its blessings upon us,and masks our ailments- it overwhelms andsurpassesour understandings.  Base-born passi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/1340302/ It’sgoing to be okay. Everything is going to be alright.Thesewords buried under my tongue like little hopefuls. Thewords are always there, waiting in the wings. It’sgoing to be okay. I’mon a train, traveling between the station of today,Andt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/1330293/ ...You don't just scratch the surface of my heart, you plunge right into it as if it were a deep blue ocean, crystal clear enough until the eye can see, and there you delve even deeper to get to the bottom of it wherein lies the key to this heart that has been opening itself up to you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/1219104/ I miss you! You’re far away, but not distant! In me you leave a thrilland a thirstfor infinite passion!The world lies in your embraceAnd an imagined kiss gives offa terrible power over me, a longing, a desire… I mourn the distance, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/1163543/ Song/spoken word about a fire in the kitchen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/1050377/ A poem dedicated to my grandma who recently died. She gave me so much love and passion for life. A day doesn't pass that I do not think of her and dream of having her back.... I miss her... a lot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/1028723/ Amor Proibito http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/626445/ to be continued in parts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/334584/ Overwhelm me with your sweet caress,And take me into the abyss of your heart.I fell so deep inside that now I am lost and swimmingIn an ocean of dreams, like glittering sails, like sparkling Waves of emotions so deep, they unravel right before me.The reasons ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/334044/ Let me be addicted,to your mind, your soul,your lips, your skin.Let me be enamouredby your smile, your eyes,your smell. Let me linger in this fantasy a while,this innocent attraction,turned into a fascination.an affection,an addiction stronger than myself. Let me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/270958/  Elevate my soul,Push me forward with the silence of your smile.Through an empty vessel, the appearance of an unknown urgeEmerges from the depths of my soul. Elevate my soul,Let me see the inward sphere of your reality.I hide no longer, I am there peeking, beyond the bushes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/258892/ Cold, spill all over melike an incessant wind.Emotions, stop.You have taken your toll on my heart.I want you to dry out, whither away like the leaves of the autumn trees.I sit here content, yet idleness surrounds me.In a world full of selfish expectations,Islands beguile me, in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/249918/ To someone in the distance of my youth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/245229/ dedicated to a recently lost love.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/242538/ dedicated to my family http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/186797/ La donna cannone, with that song on her lips,she shines this way, her shoulders turn, without saying a word to you.Traveling on that train, she will not return, she is headed for that silent hill,without breath, without a single tear,headed in the direction of obscure thoughts,she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/139577/ To say you have been honest with every moment in your life, to claim you treasure utmost the plight of earthly might, it's strange to have possession of such a matter pure, you cannot place a meaning to the statement of your words. The psycho-absurdist ways that you invent so eas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/81658/                                         Crave The look of your eyes that pierced so deep insi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/72576/  Where are you while I lose youWhere are you while I sit here and lose you Where am I while I lose you… Your eyes are closed, your breath is slow and steady. Where are you, while I sit here and look at you? Your beauty is unaware of its existence. Love, relentle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Artemisia/59500/