http://slow.writerscafe.org/FractalLuna The original writings of author FractalLuna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776139005 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Golden thread pulls tight, Reflecting the sunlight,My fingers mimicking scissors,Snip, snip, undone,I am free once more.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/2094557/ I'm smiling at you!Baring my teeth to bear the hour; the day; the minute; the life! I'm smiling at you!It feels naturally unnatural after all these years; these tears; these fears.I'm smiling at you!Because I've seen through the shield you wield to yield them.I'm smiling at you!To strengthen an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/2009100/ How do you lose control? How do you let go of your soul?It's deeply tired, In love with the need to be inspired!  How do I see through the tears of my past?How long will my darkness last?I've never known a world like this,I never knew such beauty could exist!Within the darkness o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1968159/ Withinmy soul the fire burned, Octobercame and fiercely yearned,Towithdraw my passion and dark concern,Ofhow life had grown and chose to relearn.Withinmy soul the clouds spoke,Withmouths full of rain enough to choke,Drippingdown my stomach now to happily invoke,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1968156/ A Valentine's Day write for my love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1895527/ What do you anticipate when you open your dresser drawer? This baby is long, but fun! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1837086/ If October was a woman,I would kiss her autumnal lips.If October was a woman,I would hold her bountiful hips.If October was a woman,I would thread her golden hair.If October was a woman,I would succumb to her heated stare.If October was a woman,She would wear a warm-hued dress,And the wind would be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1834669/ When Sister was a lion,She carried me on her back.When Sister was a lion,She would pick up the slack.When Sister was a lion,I would snuggle into her fur.When Sister was a lion,She loved to purr.When Sister was a lion,She knew when to show teeth.When Sister was a lion,The sun sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1828038/ WhenDad was a bear,Hewould roar in my ear.WhenDad was a bear,Hisintentions were unclear.WhenDad was a bear,Hissize was immense.WhenDad was a bear,Hiswords made no sense.Histeeth were sharp,Hiseyes deeply glazed,Hisconsumption rate left me amazed. Deep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1827388/ When time is slow,And you're certain there was the call of a crow.The chime may bellow,But the sound moves low,Across the firelight field,Trembling the waves, unable to yeild,Rumbling through the valley, I'll raise my shield,To stave off the beast, so unappealed,Encroaching truth of patience emits,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1826095/ When Mom was a moth,She shone in the light.When Mom was a moth,She flew with delight.When Mom was a moth,She would flutter against my cheek.When Mom was a moth,She could hide amongst the trees. When Mom was a moth,She danced in the breeze.Mom didn't have to worry when she was a moth,Mom didn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1826093/ Iwas far away, Likeleaves that fall, beckoned to sway.Iwas far away, Ilooked into my memories today,Realizingthe life I knew wouldn't replay,LikeI had wished. Thescene was altered, the laughter hazy,Werethere roses, or was that a daisy?Whatwas the name of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1821481/ Throughthe rusted-pane window I saw,Anilluminated horizon I didn't know at all.Itcrept up slowly,Overthe cornfield so tall,Andgrazed over the hedges to peek,Intothe house and onto my cheek,Inchingits way over the floor to sweep, Thedust motes onto the baseboards,Its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1821083/ This is a good life.Down the rocky lane, I see,Miles of blue, green, and trees.My mind perceives an infinite reverie,While my skin attracts tiny bees. This is a good life.The billowy clouds swim before my eyes,The  birds' screech and the hawks' cries.My garden of plenty attracts beautiful .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1816622/ I speak a language all my own,The only language I have ever known.It's strong and emanating like drums,Its resounding echo into the world it thrums.My lungs fill with oxygen and love,Only to disperse like the petals of foxglove.Seeking out cherished souls,Fire-bright like the embers in the coals,My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1815177/ Feelingthe cold within my bones,Avoice of elusion I've never known.Double-edgedand metallic as ice,Intomy vision its blade did slice.Drippingnow with blood, bright red,Laughingnow as I stand dead.Frightenedchills run along my spine,Claiminga soul that once was mine.St.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1815174/ Attuned inheartAttuned insoulHeartsentwined Cosmically powerfulThunderous inbeatSteppingforth from the mindWeaving aworldFor thelovers' kindDrowning inwhispersAnd breathsof deepEntwined andboundWe're one tokeep-FractalLuna- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1815167/ Nothing now;be silentHeartbeatslie; eyes defiantThis bodybeheldMind swelledThoughtsarcaneLoving in therainNot scared ofthe deepNever cowering when the darkness does creepStaring inawe at the abyssConsumed by aworld gone amissEverythingnow; be heardA .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1815164/ I am asoulful daughter of nature.Brought up byswollen roots sown deep,Conceived within a womb of moonlight,Starlightstreams down when I weep.Intuitive inmind and haloed in red,Lightningmarrow in my bones, A thunderousbeat to my heart,Pulsing intomy fractaled veins.Rel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1815162/ SweetSymphonySweetsymphony,A chorus between,The cruelworld and me.Fighting eachbreath,Biting eachtongue,Dancing inthe masquerade of death.Lips movingas the music sways,Eyesglistening as the verse swells,Revealing theballet of decay.Take thehand,Bring forth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1815156/ I was once asked if I was in love and how I knew it was love. Here is my response: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814631/ MotherNature sits with her orange, red and yellow paletteTheworld is falling asleep with me cradled in its armsItwhispers something nonchalantly into my earButI cannot comprehend it because I’m intoxicated with sleepIpray that I will stay nestled here foreverBec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814625/ Two ideas clashingThese diverse points of viewgreatly crashingIn waves to merge with knowledgerelapsingThe ego sets the mind frame rightWhile two lover’s souls spinintangible threadsClenching chaos forms amisinterpreted trustAnd attempts to seize it before it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814624/ I want to rearrange the pieces ofmy body.To remove and inlay beautifulartistic patterns,Show the world a mural of color,shimmer and unity.Saturate me with your abilitiesand creativity if you will,Share your dreams with me,Cut up ideas and spread them outover the can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814621/ PhantomLover Pt.2 Herweeks had been busy blurs of work and home life- her comfortingroutine in place. It had been 3 since the specter of splendorvisited and she was almost convinced she had imagined her experience. “All the better,” she thought. “I'm busy and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814620/ PhantomLover Part 1 Herlong week had finally come to an end. She let out a sigh of reliefas she stepped out into the cool night air and inhaled deeply as thecomforting smells of rain, grass and nectar enveloped her. Shewalked home in a serene daze, remembering her strangely exhilara.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814619/ Grey vortexes I have traveled through I have been thrown through I have catered to Relentlessly Could it be? That they are my comfort My fate within this madness Of chasing dreams Through my own web of blood-red hopes I see those eyes glowing at me&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814618/ Laying upon the cold, hard groundI am awakened by a distant soundA sound that calls to me in a voice so sweetThat into it my soul begs to retreatI push myself upFrom the cold, hard groundGazing into the horizonLost before I am found,The sound pulses through my veinsAnd the ecstasy is hard to contain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814617/ Proverbial winds gust,A philosophical magic I once knew.Through my being, I identified,A dream, a moment I dared to trust.Clockwork girl, all dials and cogs.Rusted now and set aside,Delicate hands created passion,Now a sepia sky gives way to the prologue,A time before the pages got over-turned.Words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814616/ Transitioning; Shape-shifting through memories,I became a hunter of the night.Beneath the moon and beyond the trees,Racing through the astral reveries,My breath frozen upon the horizon,Searching my mind, the echoes of ghosts calling.There I found myself falling;Away from myself, away from my fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814615/ Autumn fell,                Wind blown, red and brown.The clouds gathered,                  And I swallowed them down.Life swept upon the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FractalLuna/1814614/