http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kaliou The original writings of author Kaliou en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007278 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Marble staircases,Tarnished red by the immaculate birth of lust,The twelve disciples turned a deaf eye,And a blind ear. Violent intrusion trickled through cracked innocence.Ardent whispers enticed perversion,Bondage and Discipl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/733206/ You cannot refuse the sunset.Inevitability is the false illusion of control. In chaos and calamity I find logic,In agony and loneliness I find comfort.Why am I here? Reclaiming sanity only through rejection,I am a prison.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/732630/ Sister Mary's on her knees,Yelling, Jesus, Jesus please.Panties down,Legs apart,As god intrudes into her heart.She begins her little stunt,Hand to thigh,Hand to c**t.Eyes wide shut, she bites her lip,drops of sweat roll down her tit.Toes curled up, she starts to moan,She's in heaven,All alone.Yes, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731899/ I flip through your empty pages,Eyes erratically drifting back and forth,Desperately trying to find A Paragraph, A Sentence, A Word, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731895/ Autumn's foliage abandons the tress to populatethe concrete,Transforming it's grey surface into a vibrantorange immensity.The black sky covers the city like an opaqueveil,Not leaving a single star to shine as it would.And the rain incessa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731312/ Sweat drops trickled down the crevices in his forehead, all wrinkled up from effortlessly trying to squint away the blinding sun. All around his face little droplets of sweat started to appear and come together like sweet dew on an orchid at 5 am, finally creating massive drops that dripped .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731308/ Written on the early hours of January 1st 2009, under the influence, i don't recall writing most of it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731307/ From behind closed eyelids,        I can see you in front of me,The glimmer in your eyes make mine glimmer,       Your innocent smile makes me smile.My nose is flooded with your bitter-sweet perfume,     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731305/ Against the backdrop of a velvet orange sunset beautifully infused with the smog product of yet another busy city day, was Gabriel.Gabriel stood, as he always stood; Perched on the edge of the roof of a 39 story building, his knees bent in a n unusual grasshopper-like form and his rugged fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731304/ 19 years had passed since he had seen the child,                                          &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731303/ I have discovered that my biggest fear is not being alone.my biggest fear is not being with you.Le Temps Détruit Tout,                           Et quand vous &eci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731300/ The fact that everything reminds me of you                                           &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731299/ If only I could become,                                   Not you but,A glamorously dangerous mixture of my acceleration and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731297/   And as my mind blossomed, consumed and overwhelmed me,                I closed my eyes and found myself engulfed by that filthy rhythm, that cryptic mind-f**k only the enlightened can decipher and comprehend.It's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731296/ She stood there,  Not really knowing what had happened  a cross road, a decision, complete mind-f**k, F**k Robert Frost and his road less traveled. she knew where she had to goit was not where she wanted to be, it was not who she wanted to become,     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731293/ The only witness to my disappearance,I find myself diluted.Memory is the only bridge left between Soul and physicality.Phasing in, Fading out,Digging, ripping out of my own flesh with filthy broken nails.My Body is no longer your pagan temple, but a monument of corruption and lust.I cover up my nake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731292/ Sanctuary,My mind, my dreams.Drop by drop you contagiously invaded my thoughts.With you,Reality felt real.I stole into the night,your sweat still on my skin,My body craving more.Rooted from desire,your breath was my breath.Desire became lust,Our bodies molded into one.Lust became love; Love became a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731276/ "If I become nothing..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaliou/731275/