http://slow.writerscafe.org/moonchild_269 The original writings of author Rachika Evelyn Fauz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776147378 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There seem to be people round meUp and down in and outWhat do they seek?Is it god? Themselves?You? Me?Who is it they seek?Finding in them rustless wrecksSeeking endless shoresShores of forgotten emptinessWe love painMakes us feelWe love misery,Sure misery always loves compa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1846297/ He is called so many things,He has done so much.Strength is in him,Flowing like blood.A smile brighter than the Moon.Sheds his light on the dead.I jumped on his back,He was my horse,my hero too, a good companion.things went wrong, he left.For me, he left.and so did i. Leaving behind my horse.My stre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1842185/ It's a feeling so big,Lightening bolts turn into strings.String of white in midst of black.It decapitates you.Fills your lungs with smoke.A sensation so griping, not evenJesus could surpass.A hand of gold, a glass of wine.Some beats in the background,Playing bout some lost love;But do I care?But I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841922/ it has been said and done,long ago did she realise the value,the value of what is to be done.swept up in fantasies she satunder the lime tree, ants her best mate.under stars she did wander,wanderlust of centuries ago,scars she’s buried deep inside.a thought of ending,but a light shone inside h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841921/ I asked this of a person once,He'd said "It is the most wonderful of them all.I said "Yes! I would try it, give my all."I'd fall heart first, and I did.I fell hard into the bottomless pit.No! I do not regret jumping.No! I said, I do not regret any of it. Yes! I still am falling. I guess th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841920/ No, I fear you not,You came and went.I fear you not.Oh! Great ball of fire.You crashed,You disembodied me,You’ve dried up my worldin utter disillusionment.No! I fear you no more.You came and you sought out.From pitstops to heavens waterfalls,Neverland's to a land of my own.I have stood on that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841909/ I have tried and tried,To shout and sit.Stir beyond my universe is shaken,You think I do nothing.You think I gaze endlessly,Have no heart.Indeed I am the heartless monsterYou crave.The monster you scared of.Haha, Look at those beady eyes.Oh! Heavens you have showeredBut look at those beady eyes,Diam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841908/ Bas ho rahi hai meri,Jahan, jigar.Shuru se leke kud gaye hum.Jab ata pata na tha.Tab kuh gaye hum. anne doo.Rehne doo, karo jo karna hai.Reh ke baith jao.Bas iske baad kya karooge?Sahre gum bhula ke,Sarre dard bhula ke,Sab khattam karke,Chal pade the hum.Nam na ghar ka pata.Par bhaage the hum.Kappde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841907/ of a girls dreams came to a standstill,lost in time and space.She had dragged from day to night,Night to day in search of something she had wanted.All her dreams.Where they her’s? Imposed maybe.Dreamt by a different soul maybe.Dreamt and made her’s were they.To be this and that.To speak,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841905/ Stemmed from the victory of fame they emerged.They stood on mountains high enough to touch the sky.Their leader as beauty would be seen.Tall slender, the face of ivory with the skin of ebony.She stood tall and proud,Smiled a chi dike smileBut looked upon them all withThe gaze of the street cat on th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841904/ No I say you you again I need not you.No I need not the mercenary in you.You!Have you seen you?Seen them scars?Seen the rouge manicDepressant you are?Those deep black eyes,That look too knowing.That show the world a way that is just too simple.Oh! I had longed.I had longed your tender touch of once .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841902/ The reality of the Sun hides,Behind Curtains,Doors.Everest is the friend it playsHide and Seek.I see you,The ball of yellowness screams,Ambushing the poor tall lonely peak.In a flight of story and wisdom they play.Running hiding,Catching breaths,In fast and slow motion of time.Travel from a plane,To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841901/ Long ago I saw you there,Wrapped a head dressRound your neck;Jingled in the hollyA cup of cocoa by the fire.Sang restless tunesHummed the carols alongYou sat there,Cute as the pythons face.Looking left to rightDisguised in an angelic faceLong ago it started all.Freesia’ s grew then in your yar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841900/ The ramifications of a caged animal I am.The longings of a desperate soul am I.Look me in the eye you dammed soul.you creature of horror youthe lost being of the fearfulGod Zeus.Yes! You dammed hornedDevil. You.You evil Drone of a being,The worst kind of Hades is You.!Your being I saw, stand there,w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841899/ i saw you there,there you stood,beady eyed and what not.you looked lost,homeless is for me.you were home.lost i was in you,those beady little creepy eyesMy god had they scared me.my god had you borne this,this disease filled longing,i know i say i am lost,but i need a home.I dont need you.but i see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841898/ He smiles a smile so,Eyes light up so.Do you realise, once I was him.The same body you touched,running wild in moments.Little tiny particles of time,False perception all.Particles of endless nights turning to evenings.Yes my hair is his.Freshly washed,bittersweet touch of bettered today,Magnify.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841897/ John Genovese fanned his flames,John Genovese was a dreary fellow.with a smile worst than the Grinchand a thought.Oh! the thought worst than you and me.He climbed everest,No! Not the mountain silly,But the jargons of a loony toon mountain.He was a pathetic being of an excuse.John Genovese, Oh! .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841895/ leaves and paints, destraught from the frist sightI saw them, I saw them layig there in puddles,puddles of blood, strewn form a thousand embodimentsof you.Baby it called out, Baby again it called,Help me. I need you to go on.Help me.I passed it by, forgotten in drenched fear.Fear of the known, What .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841894/ Beneath the broken window,Besides her bed, she sits.She sits in awe in amazement,How has it all evolved,Man, animal, nature, lava,dust, rock, ice.It comes to her,It comes to her to pen it downBut words fail her, so she sits.Pen in hand, and thoughts in her head,What should it be about,Topics of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841893/ No i do not care sir,with your stupid insignificant ways,I do not care of your robust ways,or your sly cat smile.or the way you lounge on a sunny summers day.My dog, My dog!What have you done till now?But perhaps a few silly lines?or songs? maybe you were a God once,or a cheetah perhaps.This sounds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841891/ bedside and bedsheets wrapped in a little miffed up ballball of fire set up in the corner,they said put your head on the pillowand your soul in the them words,it’s poetry they say,words flow like smooth silken lavabright as the embers in my eye,flowing like the tears when i sleep.its deep myth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841890/ It dont mean nothing.Beauty as it comes has lost it charm,nothing in it makes you wantto scream out,make you a rather miserable creature,Now you have the not so real,the bout so-heart-touching,something lostor never found.How is it that you find find the dear beloved beauty in things of the the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841888/ There it may seem like,what it is to be one.Here I felt likeI wasn’t the OneThe touch of his caresses,the bare bodied emptinessof his bottleIt lay face down,It lay face down,like the jew in Auschwitz.He touched it again,He felt the cold SilkenSmoothness of the surface,Beneath his callous rough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841887/ He’s like the eagle.He flies with the dawn,He doesn’t know who he is.Lost in the suns rays,Lost in the rays that were him,Lost in his essenceHe knows no ends,He knows nowhere.There isn’t enough to say or do.He loses himself.In the wings he searches for.There seem to be no end,No en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841886/ Another year older,What the hell,Do I have greys yet?Can I preach to the crowd?Do I become wise yet?No! I hear her shout.You are still but twenty- three.Wise is not your age.You should jump and jiggle,giggle and wobble,Not scowl down books and papers,rubbing your forehead oryour back for the pains o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841884/ all day today, i sat there,thinking about, looking at it,thinking how good it would feelfor all this noise to stop,for this ache in my heart to stop.I’ve been telling myself for weeks now,I thought i was over it all.I talked it out as well,Gave away to another lost soul like me,or maybe not as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841881/ There’s nothing left there,Dark, broken, ashamed.Words mar my mind,Again just words.But the eat like termite.Destroying like tornadosRushing, gushing eating upEating it all up.I would say I am torn after the stormBut whatever was left died downTo ashes scattered.Scathed  over razor.Sharp .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841880/ The drink in her hand,stands turning warm,bitter rotten,smelling of eggs,maybe her breath,she hasn't bathed since the vampires left the nest.it could be one of those,it could be her souls gone.and the reddish drink fill her she cant stand it.i guess she liked the emptybut she cant drink an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1841879/ Not to long ago I heard a cryShriek it turn to.Jumping up and down,Waves of glimmer.Sadness the residence,Slivers of gold and sliver.Shone from afar a far red light.Stoped to stare,Harked it did in the night.aaaaauuuuuu. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonchild_269/1821761/