http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sereka The original writings of author S. S. Allen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775254320 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 *no relations* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2158097/ "trust issues" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2123899/ a poem i wrote in 2017 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2108146/ *if you've ever been cheated on.* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2103060/ *domestic violence* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2080008/ I trotted lightly, So I wouldn't wake the earth.How can I quell this dearth?As my feet kissed upon her ambrosial dew,Tan on pthalo green;Begot a baptism for my weary soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2063623/ Who can make the weeping willow happy?Who can make her sad?Perhaps one who strikes a melancholic cord?A happy note?Her silences are goldenBut at the same time, unsettling.Me thinks...A kiss sharedMakes heart and her lips quake.Something better than love.Something healing...And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2034199/ I dreamt of broken butterflies,Wounded on the ground,And so death and I kissed.(Don't wake me up.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2029498/ She's open and fragile;Hoping the knave to please.Reading into her emotions,For him, nothing is as it seems.But like the numberless fool in a deck of cards,She plays her hand and risks it all.She writes and weepsThis here a melancholy...Hearts sewn upon her sleeves.(I'd rather be w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2027140/ I hold my breath as bubbles escape my nostrilsI come up for air only when I need it most.I see a hand...I know its yoursBut I will not take hold of it.For I can't trust you.Your arms are stretched outAnd your face is full of fret....I hold my breath as bubbles escape my nostrilsI c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2023957/ Life plays in a sped up motion,All I want is for someone to press pause.Been holding my breath, wanting to exhale;the moment I went under this water blue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2020023/ You hesitate as you re-call that moment.Call me back,Quickly...you panicked.Want to be committedBut just a little bit.Put your hand in the fire Just enough to feel its warmth,But not enough to get burn As soon as it gets hotReflex is to pull back.And all you do is hide;here beh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2019750/ Droplets drumming a rhythm on my head. It was a painted canvas of lightning and grey,With folk's frantic feet and shooting parasols;all except for me, was running away. Excuse my blithe, as everyone took flight.I stood there catching raindrops on my tongue.A mixture of chaos and beauty... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2018567/ Often He'd bring me RosesSometimes they felt like thornsPeeling away at their petalled fleshMe thinks...Maybe he loves meMaybe He loves me not http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2014079/ I'm like a wave of energyCreating cracks in places I ought not to beThat travelling sensation down your spine;potentially bursting you open.Honey, in other words, I can't be contained.No, not indefinitely.Not even if I pretend to be all that you want me to be... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2012401/ My thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2011884/ I break,little pieces of me break,Inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2010036/ Candidly I come before you.I let you in with little effort. You break, just to piece me together.Aligning my missing parts with yourself My mosaic love.I feel it...trembling and teary-eyed.I stare at you..There is nothing you can do.Yeah I've opened up,But not with my heart.We'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2009817/ Its painfully beautiful, The way you hold her heart.Blood dripping through your phalanges,Making a mess.Losing her,Losing consciousness,Thinking you could love her.With her penitent smiles and immanent afflictions.Hmph.Little boy in Hiroshima.Tempestuous monsoons.A chaotic pano.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/2001277/ "I have a dream, that..."I too, have had dreams, that...Like accolades across my forehead,I wore the royal diadems.I lied supine, going off in a daze.Watching my dreams slip from me.The more I chased them,the further they darted away.A hummingbird's dream,A hummingbird's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1998425/ Those fleeting moments are all you've given me.So I hold on...Not knowing when they'll pass by.My palms now become a vice grip;With my fingers snaked around your cold little heart.I should let go, because it's hurting me...And I'll not feel my fingers anymore,But I'd rather have love t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1987098/ The fleeting moments of loveAre the ones you want to hold in your palms forever...But why?They keep flittering and fluttering like a mothFlittering, fluttering away from love's dancing flames.Ergo...Disappearing beyond its shadows into the abyss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1987085/ I set on this straight and narrow,I set on with my bindle and my bible.Ho beau!Ho beau! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1976513/ Java http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1956702/ There are some days when you wake up,And you know you just won't, Not today...You won't drink that pinot grigio like water.You won't light a bonfire of cigarettes to your face.You won't be pushed around by anyoneYou won't say yes, when you really want to say no.You won't look in the mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1952109/ Full lipsKinky hairWide hips.Luring eyesA tempting smile.A woman lies beneath.She's not beautifulAnd I'll tell you why..There are no mirrors on the wall.There are no fairest of them all.Her song comes on.She dances alone. No fears of opinions.No fears of scorn.With a spir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1950952/ Its funny how the ones who say they'll never leave, end up leaving first.Its funny how the promises made,Made you into a fool instead.And you believed, didn't you?Its funny how words that meant so much,Now means nothing.Its funny how quickly they'll abandon you.Because it's eas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1950166/ "time heals all." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1949072/ At the touch of love,Everyone becomes a poetBut I'm starting to believeIt's more than a touchIt's kisses and hugs.It's butterflies in your stomachAnd the way you savour each moment of love.But its also,The deeply rooted painful memories,Of moments shared, He doesn't look at you t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1946968/ ||heartbroken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1946462/ ROM (my read only memory). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1940990/ For the overly anxious http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1932437/ I like to touch your buttons.Gingerly I'd get them undone.And to make crinkles in your shirt too...I'd take them off, When you allow me to.But sometimes I go too farAnd you'd take a deep breathPerhaps to calm yourself.Other times,Your aggression comes out.And you don't even shout.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1931337/ Say no to violence against women and girls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1912296/ Is it my biological clock you're concerned about? My quest for life long learning?Does my age puzzle you?Tell me, is it my celibacy that I hold true?Or my silence on trivial matters too?Tell me, what is it that I lack;As if that will scare me!Until then, that's all the woman I need t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1912292/ Loosed from the heavens,Liquefying her parched soul.But careful, Not to rain on her parade.You give life gently.Then aggressively, more dangerously,Takes them, au paradox.Flooding her with fallaciesHoping she'll drink it up She doesn't at first, But your superfluity becomes to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1911611/ When a much to do about nothing,Turns into much to do about everything!You have fallen into a sleep.And life feels more like a fleet.When the chiming ring of failure bellows;Trust me...It echoes, It echoes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1906709/ Autumn leaves ruffled by the wind,Carpeted the floor against the azure sky.Soon shifted into a cyclonic scene.Where oceans would kiss the shore lines;Now a picture of angry waves,Crashing against the stones.Swelling into typhoons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1898891/ By Javane (JavaScript) & Sereka http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1895302/ I've put away my unproverbial piece.A contessa with a machiavellic sense.A Femme fatale with an unctous mind,what scathed games she played.And never feigning with listlessness.I've put away my unproverbial piece.perchance,an authoress should never battle the queen.Rather,captured in her writing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1893660/ Picking up yourself, not picking up after yourself! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1889315/ I would press reset; Every time you messed up. Because everyone deserves forty two chances. But you were forty one and three quarters the way. And at the last quarter, I paused, with my finger in mid air....I hit reset with all my strength.I hit reset everytime... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1886612/ Luke 18:10-16 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1884916/ I reckon as we lie under the canvas sky.Each a'body parallel to the other.When you ask me what I want to be."A writer, you know...", I confess my desiderare.But you grin so purposely.And your eyes reify my passion,Because you knew at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1880518/ In the frosted pewterframes,Hung against the walls of my heart,Our memories I preserve.Black and white,shiny eyes and ivories.I am grateful that you are still here.I gain strength from your life.Oh but that day when youkiss the earth,Where the white dead-nettlesrun wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1879228/ There are no bows, gift wraps and glue,When my introvert mind is Pandora's box.Loosen the ropes at your own expense.Monstrous butterflies may hunt foxes;Where Sea gulls have gills and fawns are tame,Even then, don't be scared honey.There are no secret passwords.Just odes, ballads and i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1873450/ Cool against my skin,As I explore your lattice.A pious act.You don't scare me mista;Even when you catch fire.Naturally,I crave a little burn;When, I'm as graphite as love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1869233/ Rhymes, perfume and gin.Compelled by a siren vixen.She summons you to stay, despite,Her chastising pleasure she won't respite.A dreamer's plight of a dangerous woman begins,Her love, like a man at war, he must win.Singing in the moonlight,Singing in the moonlight,To kiss you, she mig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1868610/ Arrested by her vulcanite coils.Red ruby chains and diamond spoils.Bewitching smile denuding fangs.Fierce brown eyes guarded by her bangs.The chimera, a devilish wish.She tasted of spiced black licorice.Waltzing in the moonlight,Waltzing in the moonlight,To please you, she might,To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1868576/ You would that I sit patiently,With brush in one hand; palette in the other.Recalling primary colours,Conceptualizing your shades and tones.Perched back and patent thoughts.You would that I become a Picasso,Or a Henri Mattise.So I slave over you, Losing hours and days; months to sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sereka/1868184/