http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nath The original writings of author Nath en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010924 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Clouds, Summer Rain and Tears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1894195/ Once two hearts have put some distance between them, their paths may not cross again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1894139/ Stealing time together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1894116/ MX 1010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1776672/ Dead, but look alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1776667/ Stark Naked. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1677607/ Don't we all wish for someone to say this to us? I will say it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1649242/ Thissmile I wear like a disguiseItfeels so fake, tells many liesWithoutsaying a single wordIt tells silent lies that go unheard.You could say seeing you always makes me smileBut only to hide the truth from you for a whileYoualways make me smile whenever I see youBut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1613878/ Ein Luftschloss auf Wolke 7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1528733/ Predators, too, may be preyed on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1498280/ Fighting may be inevitable, but futile, when you're up against yourself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1421464/ How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1408342/ Thedoor is closedAnimpermeable barrier betweenWhatwas, what is and what could have been.Thisis the arrangement you choseWhenyou shut the doorAndthough I can still hear the hushed whispering voicesItwill never be like it was beforeYoumade all the wrong ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1280787/ Two Shadesof Lily White I: active, Innocencebouquet of lilies plucked foster flowersLoss ofInnocence Lilies in hand Death à Lily falls Burial LilywreathBuriedLilies wilt D: passive lily wreath white dress pale .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1265982/ Innocence has exchanged the white she woreFor black gambles, mourner's dressShe realizes now, she was so naïve before She changes her style and reflects her loss sitting cladBut now she changes her nameTo a new name, better fitting: Her ash.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1265426/ The Last Lily http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1265075/ Fragment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1262573/ Strike the match, ignite the flameStart a fire, go raise hellCry fire, fire! Sound the bells!What’s at stake? Perhaps I am. When I burn, I can feel that I’m on fireFeel the red-hot flames engulfing meFlickering ever hotter, licking ever higher.Hot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1184788/ Ascension of angels;Aufstand/Erhebung der EngelThe angels ascend;Die Engel erheben sich. We/You andI are fighting on different sides.Heaven helpus/Somebody save us if our worlds/swords collide; You’ve gotthe upper hand (yet), but the tables are t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1180089/ The worldrejoices with her maiden heartAtPersephone’s freedom, if but for half a year.The birdssing their paeans at her escape from hellAndflowers blossom to match the beauty of her maiden cheeksTheirs islaughter springing forth from all the creeksThere isel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1159498/ Because all those who wander are not lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1159466/ I'm but astranger to this placeThat fromnow on out I'm supposedTo call andconsider my new "home". But allthere's to here is empty spaceAnd slantingwhite walls way too closeToo leave meany room to grow. Everythinghere is so foreign still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1148926/ You’re not alone, you’re never alone,Because the devil is always right beside you.You have feared its coming to haunt youYou used to be afraid of solitudeNow you are scared ot the company of a strangerYou have begun deeming it the greater dangerFear is something you are known toBe all to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1143992/ I have once listened to an ancient tale being toldAbout a Black Candy, more treasured than goldBecause it is a very special sweet with a flavorThat, as I was told, anyone would totally die for.~~~~~Hearing of that legend, I remembered at onceAll the little black candies I'd stumbled uponI remembered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1107215/ Damn, Damsel, Save yourself! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/1000452/ There are times I am tempted to think this was just a phaseOver and over disabused, I had to learn and accept that’s not the case.They've become an inherent part of my body, these reminders of the pastThat time and time I hope again to be over with at last. There .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/999388/ „[…] die ungeweinten Tränen vieler Tage und Nächte, alles, was sich als Eis in ihr angesammelt hatte, schmolz jetzt und kam in dicken Tropfen zu den Augen heraus, und es tat gut […]“– Elke Heidenreich http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/985128/ MainstreamMayhem One Man Have hopefor and faith in the future?Well, yes,we can. Of course we can.The question is if we really shouldHave trust in our leaders, politiciansBut (even)despite of all his powerEven thepresident is just a lonely/one man... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/959670/ Sometimes,when I need for the sorrow of my soul to fadeThenit‘s easy to rely on rusty razors and their bloody blades,Orto entrust knives, clean and sharp, with that tremendous taskKnowing it's the best I can get and  thus all for which can I ask. 'cause cutsca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/957172/ Would you rather die a victim or live a villain? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/898117/ Some symbolism there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/845143/ Part of a series on seasons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/841087/ Based on the song: "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/837325/ For a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/829116/ That girl, she sure is quite a loner, cowering and curled up in her corner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/817992/ I'm walking down a road that I know is wrongBut it's still the path that I choose to stay onFor even though the way is wicked and longIts destination is exactly where I want to go.So it's the road I'll take for the lack of a better oneAnd even though it will get hard in the long runI will try to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/808432/ Would you rather be told a terrible truth or soothed by a lovely lie if you had the choice? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/799342/ I've come to believe that it is too lateThat this disease has reached too advanced a stateI am done denying, defying destinyIf it is fate, then there's no remedy.I will freely admit to walking the wrong waysThat I chose and that helped lead to this dayI will confess that there were amongAll the choi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/794038/ The silence is the friend in which I have the most faith Because I know for sure that it won't ever give me away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/793702/ Friends are important. Don't let them go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/789024/ Bleeding for peace, Bleeding for sleep, Bleeding to come to ease, She's bleeding herself to sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/787586/ I didn't start this war but found I had to fightI had to become a warrior to be able to surviveNow I find myself fighting every day of my lifeEndlessly, eternally, for another day to be aliveI'm a warrior who's weary of her war:I long ago forgot what I'm fighting forSo I don't even see the sense any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/786561/ Might post later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/766862/ Inspired by and based on the song "Paint the Sky with Stars" by Enya. Doesn't have a thing to do with that song, though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/766421/ If you think about it, you will realize this poem is not as hopeful as it seems to be. Can you tell? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/765709/ She's walking down the aisle with prideTrying to keep holding her head up highThick, dark veils serve as her disguiseFailing to conceal truths that are hard to hide.But more than her hottears they cannot hide.But fail to conceal a truths too hard to hide.~~~~~She's walking down the aisle in fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/765458/ NOT about relationships and not necessarily self-harm related. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/763339/ She sure has learned well how to lieShe knows how to fake convincing smilesBut the scars scream the truth she can't hideIt's all written down between the lines:Look at what she's got up her sleeveOr rather, what she hides beneathShe denies the sorrow's existenceBut the lines are the evidenceThe proo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/761871/ People like to talk and obviously they don't care if it's the truth or not. People sell lies and other people buy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/761851/ [Supernova] Hope has us hold on and makes us fight Hope is with us to get us through the night. It's just a tad pessimistic... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nath/761842/