http://slow.writerscafe.org/angelink%3Callie%3E The original writings of author Light and ashes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775969733 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Samaras, are everywhere,adorning the ground and my vision.The Spring angels, have come to visit us, for a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/3131077/ I'm sitting, in my room, littered with pictures of people that I barely, know, anymore..My senses are awakened by the smell of catfish. A common smell, in the South. I find, it oddly comforting and it eases my pain a little bit.I go to eat, because I know that having a full belly, eases my sorrows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2962771/ dedicated to Que.....who died, way too young. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2953958/ I talked into the fire. I screamed out, all my frustrations into the raging flame,a near silent reaction to my pain.I needed catharsis and maybe a listening ear. The fire was quiet, but for a few crackling noises,as it slowly burned down. Just a few crackling noises, to remind me, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2946733/ An empty glass,drained of it's resources,how like life, it is, to do such a thing.It is like life drank from the glass,and decided to leave nothing,for the next person to drink.It is a funny thing, to ponder over, I suppose, an empty glass, except, when there is nothing funny at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2943544/ It seems, to me,That the World,has become a trash fire.We're unable to block the fumes from our air pathways.The pollution and the toxic waste, gets in our noses..inour mouths..the taste of burnt plastic.We didn't start the fire.It was always burning,that's true,but we added gasoline,then, have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2938823/ maybe, this is poerty.... maybe. I'm stretching, my writing hands. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2929717/ River running through my thighs,Fire in my throat.My thighs become a Sea,waiting for your touch.Anticipation is cruel.Here, I sit in my fire,with no one to put it out.My chest feels hot, like burning coals. Here, I sit inside my Sea,all wet,it's starting to stretch do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2926992/ about the nature of Man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2920865/ written in 2022/2023 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2918937/ BabylonI get that you are just a beast of burden;Of the Babylon, in which you grew up,But if you think that you can cloak yourself in righteousness,and fool God,you have another thing coming.Walking around with yet another King of Hearts;yet another.Holding your head high above everyone else's,with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2909679/ happy Politicing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2908344/ Here, I am, still submerged in these waters. The waters of my emotions.When I was little, I always thought that, eventually, they would drown,but, now, it's obvious that they never will,but, now, I'm starting to think, that, maybe, it's not so bad, here, after-all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2903804/ I see myself in the mirror. Sometimes, my mind is as sharp as a knife, and my sanity is on the other end. Those days, when your mind seems to eat itself, like a snake eating it's own tail. I'm starving. Hungry. Never satisfied. You hurt me. You judge me, but you were never in a position to jud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2903325/ not the right season for this kind of poem, at all...its an old one I found, from a little over a year ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2903138/ How fragile is the little flame of hope, and yet, it burns bright.It is too strong to be stepped out by the feet of tyranny or turmoil.It lives on for generations, and it will live on for generations to come.Oh, that stubborn little flame, that just won't die.Like that little flame, if there is brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2877043/ I walk through a field of melancholy poppies, with my big anime eyes,and hair as white as a crystal Moon.Winter's third child,I was an Arctic timber wolf in my previous life.I am a hidden refuge of the Forest.I have awaited thousands of years to be re-born,and on this night,in a field of poppie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2875082/ a poem I wrote many months ago, that is just now being read by you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2874967/ a simple poem, a hard lesson for life, my modest poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2872630/ She was just a girl,an angel undercover,disguised as a frightened child.Shaken and shell shocked  from the traumas she had lived through.On her skin, she wore the scars of all the battles she had faced alone,from the War that she faced all alone.Life seldom leaves any of us unmarked. She revile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2868658/ Trauma is a lot like having Cancer. It grows year by year.It amalgamates.It grows in the dangerousness and seriousness of it. The sooner it is dealt with, the better, the better chance you have of beating it, the better you can cope with it.The longer it sits, the more it becomes like st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2866563/ I learned apathy from my parents,but deep down I was never ok with it.I was never ok with the belief that mediocrity was the best that I could do.I wanted more out of life.I wanted more out of living.The point of life is learning and growing,if you're not doing that,then what are you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2865128/ There is an emptiness in these walls,beneath the skin,the hallow of the soul,in the pervasive nature of the mind.I wallow here, in these waters.These waters, which once purified my soul. Now, I bathe in dirty water. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2862651/ Sometimes the truth is ugly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2858819/ She was born to the Day,but given over to the Night.Her brain fizzled like seltzer.Anxiety was a monster that she let in. She was born with a star and a moon.She opened her eyes like curtains,drawing in the warmth of the Sun. Her eye lashes were like butterflies fluttering in the wind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2856904/ The caterpillar ended a phase of it's life, as one thing.It thought it would be the death of it, altogether, but it was not.It opened it's eyes, and tasted the air,in it's new body.Endings are not always sad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2856542/ I looked deep into the eyes of a Demon,just to realize that I had been mistaken. It was, an angel, instead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2855619/ News http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2851879/ Break me down, because it makes you feel good about yourself.Do you feel like a Tsar,like a tyranical ruler? Well, you are not a Queen or a King.You are just a fool. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2851858/ ReceiptIf I sold the World my soul,I bet it wouldn't even be good enough to give me a receipt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2850731/ I wish that I could stand upon Time, like the Angels do, to be so lofty and full of light.I envy their wings. I envy their peace.I envy their time with God. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2849029/ Oh, forgive me, God. I am but a fool. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2849025/ reminding myself that I will not crawl back into that hole......again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2848994/ Icarus,Yes, I have known great sadness,but I have also known brilliant Sunlight.I guess, like Icarus, I flew too high.My wings melted, and I crashed into the depths of the Seas of depression.It almost swallowed me whole.I will not make that mistake again.My feet are becoming more planted to the grou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2846213/ a macabre tale for Spring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2845643/ experimental poetry and deep journaling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2844195/ Ridho Setyawan http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2842299/ The Carapace of An Angel I wait like a bird waits for Spring.I wait for wings not made of ice or steel,Ones that can carry me on the winds.I wait like a tree in Winter,Waiting to come alive with leaves and flowers.Like a Cicada, that goes into suspended animation,and re-awakens every seventeen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2841730/ Veil me in stars, (Yuumei) Wenqing Yan http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2841264/ She was a flower waiting to bloom. Constantly waiting....... Waiting on the right type of lighting. Waiting on the right angle of the Sun. She was lighting in a bottle, but no one knew it. They were only left to examine her and ponder over this unique type of flower. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2839919/ 2023 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2838705/ dream logic is not logic at all. Or is it?? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2837606/ an angelic presence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2836489/ Sometimes I feel like a bad key on a piano.Sometimes I feel like a bad string on a guitar.Sometimes I feel like an off violin in a symphony.I feel like the one thing that is off in the Universe.The seasons follow their time, the planets revolve around the Sun,and here I am doing nothing.I feel like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2832377/ She's like a ghost.....Beautiful and haunting.Glorious in all her beauty and madness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2831541/ What is this thing I see here in this mirror? Is it a girl? Is it something different? A beast maybe?Who is she? I can not bring her face into the fore-most point of my memory. Is she someone that I used to know? Is she familiar? Maybe she is a Shape-shifter? A soul recycled in time? Maybe she is on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2831383/ He is rotten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2830531/ I go to the place where my name is called........Somewhere in the Forest. The stones all know me here. I have sat with them, and they have sat with me in my dismay and disbelief. They don't judge me here. They know my inner-most self. They know my heart here. I fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2829888/ The moon shines in the sky like a huge round diamond, above a world that I sometimes see as just a s**t storm. I've been tracing my thoughts that sometimes feel like trash.... like graffiti spray painted on walls and under highway bridges.. like thrown away art. Running on this highway called li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2825406/ A woman is fireincarnate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelink%3Callie%3E/2824851/