http://slow.writerscafe.org/suru The original writings of author Siren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984238 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a single straight jet-stream streak spears the sky,piercing the pillowed palpitating heart of a precious cloud.wings of angels, some winsome, some worried,soar swiftly away.afar, a sandy sea-shore need no skeleton of its own,forming one far superior�"a stately shell-sail surfing to the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250337/ The clouds hang heavy and thick, low and caving.  Occasionally they pause, the droplet-tears of their soft weeping kissing our shoulders, our necks, our arms.  We are the ones that survived to remember.  We are the ones who carry them in our hearts.  Thunder booms overhead, a Fat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250331/ i am not seen,i am not heard.i am reduced to the false perceptionof what people are comfortable accepting�"but i cannot be replaced,and i cannot be erased.i am unknown,but i will leave my mark all the same.even if they do not see,even if they do not hear�"my mark cannot be re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250327/ bursting blood vessels�"ruptured�"leaking out�"the last lines of life�"exhausted�"pumping out�"a pale evening pulse�"weak�"... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250326/ softly textured silk,sweetly layeredinto airy cream.the light pale fluff,the stuff of dreamsthat engulfs the satisfied mindat the end of a pleasant day’s rhyme;the cozy blanketa snoozer snuggles up in. there is a blue-raspberry ocean! let’s swim and dive deep�"there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250321/  I witnessed a mighty gathering,the taking up of spirits. The battle last nightproved long and hard;a war, waging, raging.Smoke billows skyward�"a funeral pyre in the distance.There is mourning in the land,and on the bed of their tears I stand. I witnessed a mighty gatheri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250318/ and all of a suddenthere were too many people.i couldn’t breathe.i couldn’t think.there was so much noise,and i desperately wanted to flee.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250316/ Well of courseit bothers me.Everythingbothers me.It all bothers me,and it always bothers me.Sometimes it justbothers memore than others. But I’m alwaysbothered.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250315/ barely there, whispers…as the residue of cloudsveils the evening here below.streaks so pale as to be rendereda lifeless grey, save forthe fragile signs of lifethat they so delicately, elegantly,possess… breath fades out in soft exhale…charcoal blankets,thick, slow, and ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250312/ Now I lay my wants to rest,The weight of care upon my chest.I promptly pine for clarity,A remedy for this tragedy.If we must die before we wake,What measures, then, are we to take?Live on in love and share our sorrow,Ever hoping for brighter tomorrow.And when body and soul are rent apart,May survivo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250310/ I’m sitting herereeling, seething�"Trying to somehow make sense of this. What business have you here?Why must you go tearing apart this world?!You merciless, ruthless beast! Is not only our destruction your feast,but even our pain and sorrow, even our grief?! You are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1250306/ settled and satisfied                                could ilay in sweet rest,         &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1232706/ go bravely forthset securely free;know your full worthin the Deity of Three http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1232705/ softgentle warmthhallowed halo,hopefulnessquiet courageperseverance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1232704/ awelimitless adorationwondrously swept awaysacred perfectionglory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1232701/ breathegaze intentlya soul’s equilibriumbalanced centerrelease http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1232693/ nodfeign interestwhile obviouslypreoccupiedsay nothingignore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1232692/ I had to leave because of                 thepeople,                overwhelmingpeople        .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1232691/ Just like that,softly stealing away,into the night that is quiet and dark.I am paralyzed at high speed,Chasing after it Calling out for itAnd watching it go.I wonder if this is the way it's to beor if it will gently return in the night,new skin for me to wake innext morning.I scream and I am si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1210202/ kiss me when you have the chance,if you happen to stop by.drag me out and make me dance�"don’t give me a chance to be shy. squeeze me if you get the time,as I fall asleep on you.bring out another lyric or rhyme�"don’t let me qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1209777/ it was a soft whisper�"no more than a gentle sigh,settling on her skin, snug;strengthening her bones, firm;filling her heart… it was the breath of Spirit,swirling the air in every roomof her soul… alive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1209767/ A weighty burden for shoulders so frail,Scabbed over to hide the most sensitive parts;A rush of emotions clamor about,Too much for all of them to at once come out�"Shattered hopes and long lost dreams and broken hearts,Strewn out amongst the hiccupping sobs and many a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1209588/ (softly), without a hint ofharm,Plead, beg, implore--curiously rasping, crooning, lamenting--professing universal truthswith Beauty and Passion,heartfelt words and soulful notes,stirring (whispers) of what we all believe to be sacred http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1209586/ d..dr...dripping....softly, loudly,ringing, pounding....in and still out,whispers and then shouts,slowly the black holegurgles on my life--bloodsweattearshopesdreamsfears....smacking lips,slurping upevery lastd..dr...drop.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1194770/ Are our dreams only burdens on our backs, in our hands,while we cave in to expectations and society's demands?Are we supposed to pursue the future we crave,or only use them as means to escape our days till we meet the grave?Are we supposed to let go of the beauty that can create,and instead vaguely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1193662/ Creamy, not quiteHeavy, butEnriched with Ecstasy;SuperblyEnticing, andCorrespondinglyAddictive--KeenlyElegant~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1192833/ I want to saya lot of things.I don't have the words.I want to do a lot of things.I don't have the means.I have so many reasons whyeverything should beperfect.At least, on theoutside.But these walls don'tmake this place home.And these letters and words don't make thispoetry.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1188262/ Love….I'm not quite sure ifI know what it is.  But….I think it involves seeing the bloody mess that people reallyare, and stillputting up withtheir s**t because you honestlybelieve in the incredibleperson th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1184946/ Home....well, there are plenty of cliches about home, and where it is. But it's that place we all long for, really. Whether it's someone's arms, a space in a heart, or a cozy abode, we all yearn for it. An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1184935/ I don't know what to do about you. You frustrate me.You love her.You talk to meas if I were someone special.What do you want from me?I've got nothingto give someonelike you.You have everything.You are everything.I'm just a broken messthat doesn't knowhow to re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1184924/ to all my cafe friends, near and far http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1184472/ on the loss of innocence and my place in the world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1184463/ I never expected to be here alive.  Oh, I had hoped for it more than you couldimagine.  I clung to the reassuring wordsand staked my claims on the lyrics, but I guess I never really got it.  See, you never really expect these things tohappen, much less happen to you.  You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167226/ I’ve got love on my arm and hope in my heart.            I’mholding together by falling apart.I’m resting on mercy and living in grace            As Idraw o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167223/ He holds the key close to his chest,afraid to let it out of sight.Paranoid, he will not rest�"Even in the dead of night.Whatif someone stole his keyAndunlocked his secret cage?Whatkind of man would then he beInthis present day and age?The children .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167222/           The wonder of stained glass is that it’s impure and broken,yet Light shines through it all the same and moves people to stare in awe.  I don’t go near the temple very often�"theydon’t have room for peop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167220/ What do you call a sun that’s just setIf its light is still painting the sky?The Heaven’s blue is not too deep yet,But shows remnants of a blazing fire. The stars are not quite really showing,The moon has not yet fully appeared.  The wanderer is comf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167218/ Dear friends, what wonder isthis!  Never forget what it’s like to beraised to life�"the exhilaration as we open our eyes, blink, sit up, and thenstand for the first time.  Alwaysremember what it’s like to be given breath�"the burden that’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167217/ Oh Beauty, why wound me so?                        Thebrilliance of the sun burns my skin,                            &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167215/ Hope is the fever my heart cannot shake,Waves of delirium crash and then breakOver this tattered mind and wearied soulAs the long to somehow, some-way, be whole. Love is the cough my chest can’t expel,Hiccupping so much that I can’t breathe wellOn this crisp .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167212/ What man ever knows love right when it pierces his soul?Mustn’t he wait ‘til Love’s magnitude swallows him whole?Even captivated, he fights hard to get away�"His mind demands he flee, yet his heart, it begs to stay! When did we last decide that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167208/ O, to be free from this burden I bear! What would I give? What would I trade?Yet it is through these times of turmoil The strongest wings are made. Is there another way to pure the soul,Or brokenness the sole way we’re made whole? I long to leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1167206/ It's kind of like drowning,But your lungs don'tburnAnd you don'tfeel the need topanic,So it's more like floatingBut you're actuallyflyingbecause everything isspeedingpast,But in reality it's likedevouringBecause everything isslow-motionAnd you can take it allinBut there's so muchsoundAnd a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1164664/ Sometimes this happens.I don't know what's going on.I don't know what just happened.Sometimes this happens.Where am I supposed to be?What am I supposed to be doing?What's supposed to be happening?Sometimes this happens.My brain slips into a fog.A switch is flipped all of a suddenAnd I feel....like I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1164649/ I hoped, once.  I hoped that I would go home.I hoped that I would have fun.I hoped that I would be cool.I hoped that I could connect.I hoped, once.I hoped that I could survive.I hoped that the pain would end.I hoped that I'd find a friend.I hoped that I wouldn't have to play pretend.I hoped, on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1164117/ They dance before my eyes--Jewels are treasured so,All twinkling and aglow.With worth none can know.They dance before my eyes--Tribal natives appeaseMen from across the seasgods who demand with ease.They dance before my eyes--The black and the Jew,Stripped and rights given few,Shivering in early-mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1163657/ let melet me cry myselflet me cry myself to sleepdon't youdon't you ever daredon't you ever dare and weepi'll bei'll be fine enoughi'll be fine enough in timejust waitjust wait to readjust wait to read my rhyme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1154812/ When death comes,All silent and slow,Killing the blushWhich put your face aglow--Scarcely, can IQuite exactly recallHow death couldSo quickly fall.The final breath,Just that one last,Broke me down--Not quick and fast,But ripped me to shreds--Apart was I torn!Left slowly to die,So weak and forlorn,I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1154615/ You can hide all you want, I will still find you.  You are never far from me, not I from you.  I own you.  I own your soul.  I will consume you, and you will never be free.  It's not so much of a price to pay, really.  You give me your life--all of it--and I will let yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1150808/ Tears whisper and fallAs I silently pray,Staring at this wall.There's nothing to say.Words can't be found;Neither can my breath.I can't hear a sound;My world is as silent as death.Reach for my hand,But I don't know your face.I can't understandWhy you'd leave me in this place.They buried you tonight,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suru/1149881/