http://slow.writerscafe.org/hyorinharu The original writings of author Hyorin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992453 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rejection, a bittersweet drug,Impossible to hide under a rug,Flows like quicksilver swift,Between us, an insurmountable rift.The smile, the eyes that meltEven the hardest of hearts, This deep an abyss I never felt,Leaving love in twain, in parts. The awkwardness was cute,Your face an ecsta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1882953/ will the brilliance of her existence,far eclipsing the envious sun,bring about real repentencein this heart that knows but to run?shall preaching purify polluted earsthat are defiant to the words of the world?the promised land and his fears,could he reach eden with ears unfurled? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879570/ shall the eyes of the incorrigible, ever turn to salvationso loving and indiscriminate, yet so rough and thorny?would he be a pagan,turn his head against benevolence,and wish his soul completely purified? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879569/ seraphic serendipity,the melting spring snow,memories a stone's throwaway from fluttering felicityalluring ailurophile,in the midst of winter,in darkness did not defilelustrous catlike eyes flutterrecidivistic revelation,grim in the light of summer,her eyes in exasperation,like the infernal sun's gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879568/ The desecrated land where angels fear to tread. The crimson red ground was thirsty, for blood and water alike. Blood is no different from water. Blades and words both led to the same ending, to sate the insatiable thirst of the forbidden soil. To sin enough to dye the ground a resplendent red, where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879566/ I really want something- for you to notice me, maybesomewhat. somehow. hoping.but you're far, out of reach, crazy.but you're like water in the oasis,ludicrously quixotic, majestic, you leave me in stupendous statis,and drown myself in work, hectic.some things i can't will myself to do,when you'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879564/ and even in time indefinite,I wish you'd turn your head,so that my day could be made,happiness so boundless, yet left unsaidI've never fallen this hard trapped in the voids of space,and i wished time between us froze,so i could trace the stars, your face. I followed the trail of stars&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879561/ Pray tell, how doest thou make thyself so mesmerising,That the world turns to stop and gaze at your beauty?Pray tell, how doest a single star light up the entire universe,When thou proves to be infinitesimal in the sea of normalcy?Pray tell, how dost thou brighten up  thy day,even when words th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879559/ You know, I'm glad I got to see you.even if I knew you'd probably never notice me.not in a million years, not a chance in hell,because I'm unworthy of the princess's gaze.but even if you don't see anything,I hope you someday realise that the lowly villager is looking at that castle,hoping for a mira.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879558/ Once upon a time, there was a woman warrior who thought better of herself, as the capricious summer and winter passed in a calming cycle, as she transitioned from toys and dolls to books and pens. Ambition fuelled her battle cry as she wielded her sword and shield into the battlefield of wits, and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879555/ ,..the princess then walked into a world of butterflies and tall grasses, a lucid world that seemed to scream calmness, as she freed herself from the loud silence of the lecture halls, from the monstrous mockery of the monsters, from the fickle faces of the damned. The verdant vastness and flowing w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879554/ ...then the princess sat, hugging her legs, wearing an indigo dress with hair loosened, in the grassy meadows surrounded by crowds of roses and amaryllis which were in awe of her overwhelming beauty which made the stars envious and forced the sun to hide behind the curtain of clouds. She slowly pick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879553/ I remember when I first met you.It was a rainy school day, and the lack of sleep and the immense stress was getting to me. I was standing slumped, and my eyes threatened to close at any time. The world was black and white, and nothing really seemed particularly worth living for. Then you came and br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879552/ The feeling of your astral existence resonating with the pleasant petrichor of sweet mornings and fogged windows, as you fall asleep with that book in your hand. Your thoughts in a distant land - a Utopia that promises more than reality, and the eidolon of the once living trapped away in actuality, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879549/ The aroma of coffee on a rainy day,Irresistibly invigorating, surrounded by hubbub and hearsay,as a young girl engrosses in creating.She takes out her drawing board,lets the raindrops kiss her cheekas she wields her little wand,lets her imagination flow with mystic.She works her miraculous magi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879546/ The winding paths of past and present,Intertwined in chronological order,You stood, as time made her advent, Shophouses lost in discordant disorder.You stood, as the zephyrs of change blasted,Buildings of historical value obliterated.You stood, as roads of tradition withered, While skyscra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879545/ the transition from toddler toys to charcoal black business suits,the ebb and flow of memories as you cross beaches of past and present in endless pursuit,you as a child at a roadside barbers' as you see yourself wrinkle day by day,the crossing of antiquity and future as you wave goodbye to the ocea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879543/ we are a joyous jumble of devastation,as conscience screams shrilling,dreadfully dreary derailing,as bodies plunge in the sea of rumination.growing up is dehumanizinga juxtaposition to childhood when cheerful scribbles deemed goodturn into scarlet sufferingour once colourful painting,where the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879541/ i ride the waves,of poison and rue,in insidious raves,that seem untrue.Ambition chokes me,screams in my mind,I long to be free,but it's hard to find.Fetters me to the ground,shatters my very soul,like a brutal bloodhound,but I'm trapped in a cull.Watch as the raindropsfell, dropped, splattered,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879540/ It's an intertwining of darkness and light. a meeting between the messed up and the bright. My mind is a abominable tide of melodious madness. Your mind screams angelic anguish. You were like the moon and i was the sun. It was an eclipse, an intermixing of cryptic kindness, a thought that was abtrus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879539/ Your beauty, a blatant blasphemy Your voice, a sycophantic symphonyYour eyes, a resplendent redYour canvas, a mystical mirage When I first saw you, It was raining embersA sight so arcane, I cannot help but remember.Your penchant for cats, your proclivity to beguile.I was entrapped in your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879538/ You were a beautiful mess when I first saw you. Do you remember? I do. To me, it seemed like yesterday. You wore a dress with a bluish tint, strolling over the sands, flanked by towering verdancy. The serpentine cobblestone paths that wound through the trees seemed to complement your countenanc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879537/ rueful ruminationsepulchral somnolencelitany of woesarena of foesquixotic reveriesparked by wistful memoryjaded by realitylost in tragedyan Utopiayet a dismal Dystopiarose-tinted glassesanachronistic vasesfettered to the pastconnived at the vastpotent presentdeceptive despondenceinsidious inertialos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879534/ My soul is inebriated Consumed, encumberedYour face, your eyes, your smileDancing, fluttering, mildLead me into unprecedented UtopiaAphrodite envious, in her dilemmaPillaging Diana's cup of wineHer wrath doth mighty finePassion was like a conflicted loverWith paralyzingly potent powerWhipping m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879532/ it's a meandering road to the topa serpentine boulevard surrounded by towering skyscrapers. but when did we put so much emphasis on academics, that the snake, Ambition, seemed to have consumed us?who will follow you to the top, locking horns with whatever stands in your way?who will be the last.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879530/ sakura blossomsresplendently scintillatingyet ephemeral http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879528/ we were once innocuousthe embodiments of purityyoung minds yet curiouswe spilled into insanitya maelstrom of plaguespragmatism, anger, jealousy, sinnerswe were once playmatesnow us mere strangersfor your rapacious treatAmbition and Humanity clashed,smote with a satisfying hityet Humanity was quashed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879526/ red. the colour of the setting sun.on grassy patches stained crimsonyou told me, 'I'll miss you'green.the colour of verdant vastnessin the depths of the Amazonyou told me, 'It won't be long before I see you again.blue.the colour of the azure skiesin the company of the oceanyou told me, 'I hope .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879525/ escape into the deep recesses of my mindwhere reality is a nebulous blob of intercepting lines and curves where pen and paper clash with a cacophony of clicking and flipping soundswhere letters and numbers intertwine to form an alien language I can never seem to fathom.escape into the void of d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879523/ marred, scarred, torna mental hurricane swept through. trapped in a maelstrom of delusions.fantasy, ecstasy, madnessthe aftermath was a deafening silence,broken thoughts and remnants of a once complete soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879522/ a snowy white winterglistening crystal flakesbut even beauty flutterand fleetingly fadeslike how memories shatterleaving white dismal shadesbut it doesn't matterfor both our fateswere meant to witherbut never to meet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879521/ I am a mere fallen autumn leafin vibrant scarlet and vermillionyou are a bird in the nestalways looking up and forwardbut even leaves crumble knowing birds never look downinto dust i becomeyou began to soarabove my very reachmajestic, you flewcloaked in scarleta phoenix emerges http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879519/ unknowingly, you scurried through thorny bushesincognizant, you could only count on wishesunhurt, you navigated the bushes unscathedin verdant vastness, you left nature in solitude.nature captivated, yet left with no escape.an untouched being, yet you're not a tributebut, I guess, I was a mere thorn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879517/ i'd lay lilies at your feetfor fates were never to meetleave black roses at your wakenobody's but yours to takeour hearts as fragile as glassour memories a mere past a vast body of waterbut feelings never falterthe white carnations perishour memories I cherishmy mind, a raging tyrantyet you, a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879516/ In winter's pallid dress,she lost herself in distress,in the eddying of snowflakes,and the whiteness of mistakes.The blizzard screamed and frozeher hopes and dreams shatteras she lay on the snow in reposelest she to judgement fetter.The warmth of family so frigid,the concept strange yet vivid, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879514/ Have you ever liked someone?Your mind and heart in disarray,Logic screaming in dismay, Never in sync, Yet only to sink.To love is asinine, Though you're always on cloud nine,For you want to impress, Yet you're a beautiful mess.To love is pleasing pain,Coming and passing of the tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879502/ The feeling of your astral existence resonating with the pleasant petrichor of sweet mornings and fogged windows, as you fall asleep with that book in your hand. Your thoughts in a distant land - an Utopia that promises more than reality, and the eidolon of the once living trapped away in actuality,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879501/ Walking down memory's lane,a split between the past trainand the present meadow,you tread the greens with a glowThe sands of antiquitya wistful whirlpool consume,eats away at present iniquity,and flora surrounds abloomFor you were green,an innocence untamedas you entered dressed preenand the clock r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hyorinharu/1879500/