http://slow.writerscafe.org/adakaia The original writings of author adakaia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775957633 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In despair and sadness, I wander in the dark. The evening is cold and calm. Everything is still and silent. It is late and the moon light shimmers down. The dark sky is cold, distant and removed. The empty expanse cold and uncaring. I feel small. I want to hear my own voice. I vehemently cling to my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2794866/ I definitely agree with that article. It is a unique challenge in this day in age. We take globalization for granted, and it would take a lot of intention to be able to create more localized efforts. I think the fact that there are so many people losing their jobs, gives opportunity for a new d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2794865/ Politics is a form of blindness to the truth. The polarity is incredibly stark. All the hope is placed on ideologies that don’t hold up. They use grand terms like a utopic future that a good leader will create.  But that isn’t how power works in this world. Democracy has already bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2794864/ Inky veils of darkness bring me a frightThe rich intensity of a still quiet nightThere are many worlds hidden from sightThere are covert places in which there is light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2794863/ As a stowaway, I had to keep quiet. The vessel was brimming with people. As we set sail across the great blue sea, I felt excitement. New lands awaited. I liked the idea of being a foreigner. Starting anew and exploring new lands. I watched the men working the sails and learned their language. Starb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2794862/ Creating Fine ArtLooking at microscopic movementsExamining the scattered imperfectionOrder is created spontaneously Evolving attributes and exploring The pieces fall togetherCreating fine art  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2794861/ The poignant chilling winds,The thickness of the fog.  The pale electric lighting,Barely penetrating the dimness. The simplicity of the individual elementsThe delicate composure of the nightProvide stability; A brand new visionThings from below come to life   A growth in endless .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2794855/ The only way out is through the mist. A foghorn blasts into the chilly night air. I live beside the ocean-side in a cottage. It is early morning. The artificial yellow lights glow softly. Everything exists in a 10 meter parameter. After that, vision is obstructed. It is eerily silent and still. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2127785/ Wandering through the night muddled, and lost. The is a still point in time. Nothing changes much. The dunes move around independent of us travelers.  Deep in the well, stars are reflected. In the bazar near the dunes, people trade stories and crafts. A soothsayer sits in a booth awaiting y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2127782/ The sweetness of a wallflower, Blending in with the plain decor,Honey blonde hair falls to her waist. Fervently blending into the fold, She speaks in origami cranes,And in musical compositions.Preferring imaginary friends And chivalrous gentlemanShe abstains from language.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2127780/ I am ruminant. I am at a transit station. Where travelers come and go. I people watch and think about the complex lives they may live once they reach their destination. My own destination unclear. My body repulses me. My skin wrinkled, my eyes shot. This place is neutral, and in between worlds. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/2127777/ Ifeel the night's embrace. The stars hang distant in the sky. Some pulsate andother burn dimly yet steadily. In an elegant universe, which has cosmologicalconstants that are totally arbitrary, we stand in the night and stare up likeour ancestors before u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/1979468/ A poem about what its like to be alone in a foreign city, and finding love online http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/1958403/ dark poetry about climate change, the end of the world, and death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/adakaia/1958399/