http://slow.writerscafe.org/Atsukizyx The original writings of author grayscale en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776156322 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Who knows of the world,a wistful wind blowsas I stand on the shallow shoreswaves flow around my anklesand I fear what is to come as I soon return home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/2161853/ A day it's been ,Full of wonder , of excitement A day of new ideas . And wonder Just don't forget the day before So you can see the beauty That does not last The beauty of today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/2069750/ Do you wonder?Why we think ?Why we feel ?And why not our nest ,Are called nature ?Why not our lives, Also nature ?For are men not beast,Like bear and fox ?Building nest like bird ?Tunnels like crayfish?Or living on the same planet? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/2069749/ J'ai construit des mursj'ai brûlé mes brigeset maintenant je dois réparer, tous ceux que j'ai méprisés,car l'amour que j'avais eu était parti et le nouveau sentiment de progrès commençait. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/2009807/ Its been a day,a trial, a trek;i could not breathe for the longest time,so many passing moments,so many lost treasures,all because of the greed i held. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/2009803/ A true story of my life past year, that started the final day of 2015 and ended in mid spring 2017. These parts and this work is also some part of the reason of my odd blog post. i just started this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1913243/ first poem in a long time, i thankfully have had this one published before. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1913242/ Even though we are one of whole,Our souls are wildEver changing and ever variant, Like earth and its marvels,Souls like tundraCold and bitter,Souls like mountains, Wise and reaching to the sky,Souls like the dessert,Shifting but ever reliant,Souls like the forestFull of life and knowledge,And souls .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1891869/ Each drop within the mist,Ripples like breaths,To replace the calm and drab,Dancing upon the wind,Each in ballet within the sky.A freefall of glass drops,Orbs suspended in airWarm, gentle kissesreach my lips.And shatter like glass upon ground,Crashing upon dry earth,A vertical wave to shore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1891866/ Wonder!Faint breaths of wind,Within this forest made of gem,Ruby roses,Leafs of jade,Sapphire rivers,Oh! wish i to wade.The golden grass,The amber sun,For all this treasure, I would take none.To trade my breaths,To give this horde,Barter my soul,For my adored.I came for one,A thing so pure,To sell o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1891864/ I felt compelled to do it, although I not tell you why. I'm not a passionate man, if anything I would be classified as a sociopath, but i'm just rambling now, I apologies. It all started on the 5:15 train to Melbrooke, I can't remember the day, (ah what a reliable narrator I must be), but i do remem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1889458/ Dismount your high horse,oh! you "noble" tall knightdismount your high horse,look from peasants sight.You pillage and sneerfrom the knights honor year,so i implore you one more,dismount your high horseoh most "holy" of knights dismount your high horse and face the poor's might. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1887643/ Why tyger/ is tyger?in this burning night, is he scared of a man?or afraid of the light?Why does he stayin this forest set alight,burnt by the lamb, by lion and manfor tyger ,why hath stayed,for this game tyger,the lamb has you played,no fear,no symmetry,may save you, why ty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1885076/ This is a response , so it was mentioned for one person but figured why not share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1882795/ If you do not understand, i wish you never do if you do, i wish you never had to for those venomous beast, are the true monsters, with words of silver, laced with arsenic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1881977/ The trees loved the cloudsfor the life it gave,the clouds loved the trees,for the songs they sang.But even then the light of day separated the loversuntil the storm again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1881972/ I did write it oddly on purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1877573/ If only words could speak my mind, of friends I've lostof tales unkind,the warming breaths of summer bindthe choke of winter,for even seasons beauty cannot enter,for the ashes in minds ember,if only words could speak my mind,the fatal fire ,would then unwind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1876872/ I say adieu to last years scorn,the hate, the loss of love-lust torn,so turn I and look for life,a new dawn free of last years strife,to start anew, rise from the ash,and start this new day at dawns break a new days startan old years end ,old debts lots, torn pages mend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1870681/ To mange your timeticking it flows byfixing --- they sayyou must sever time to fix time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1865712/ the silver pane, not dull or crassbeneath a thinning frame of glassa mimic moves, with great perfectionas i stare at my reflectioni see myself, all and wholeand wonder, is this my soul?The mirror it seems, a translucent massa portal through the looking glass  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1855972/ Rumors and daggersalike to twist until death and painbut the simpleness used is bluntly plain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1855536/ Birds of a featherheld under the cloudy weatherunder the tempest rainfor winds push southand into the mouthas the tempest drug them down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1855535/ The lions hoards the lakes and fords,lets the lambs thirst to deathand shepherds blindto all their kindto let the lions playupon their sleep they often weepand wish they all hath died  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1853792/ I sigh each rhythmi sigh each rhymeyet none of which i feel are minefor the air around buzzes its staccato when i wish for a rest  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1853791/ If I go deaf from music,The world will do me kind,For music weaves a world itself,and living thereafter with music in my mind, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1852712/ weweresoclosealmost inseperablebut    now   we  seemto be       drifting      but,ever               so                  further            .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1849142/ wise men or old foolsthe soft hearts of youths cannot learn the differencefor the world is too terrible to tell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1846212/ A tree in bloom at near high noon in the middle of the seasona finch it chirps a crow it cawsbut neither without reasona desert hot or converse cold both can hold lifeoh how i wishto be a birdcareless without strife http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1845818/ After time, when all things fadea constant sea we all must wadefor oceans fall, to cliff rise tall as a click is heard in stills,the warm breath of airgrows to the choke of smogthe frozen glass fades backthe sea too acidand skies un-placidas earth clicks on by http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1845816/ maybe one day i may hold goldmaybe one day i may grow boldmaybe one day i may have none to holdbut maybe one day , is one day to old http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1845023/ stick the flint,cast the mast,-for-id rather bur with the ship then drown in the sea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1845005/ for the stage is my world,spoken is my heart, tears flowing freely,-unchallenged -but my steps upon the cold groundrealityfor it tosses me aside with the leaves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1845003/ i never saw the light within the inky blackbut with every door i opened i learned a little more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1843947/ Three currents there bewind, water, electricityones moves clouds ones moves streamsbut one-- one moves nations-one moves men- one moves timeas do the wonders of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1843932/ Home wish where my heart is, but home no longer existfor it is with my bridges,burned,never to be rebuild,and barred with my past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1843928/ oh i wonder, how must i fail?to show, i am all but fine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1843927/ when the deep snows thawand a spring flower blooms alone watched from my window http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1843926/ endless skyvoid of cloudslead to oceans of peace as gray tempest hang to boarders  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1837635/ Fruitless treesbare little comfortas such the endeavors of manrise and fallaccording to the harvest  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1837634/ for a play of wordsa face of smileseyes that wink sends minds to miles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Atsukizyx/1835283/