http://slow.writerscafe.org/Eve88 The original writings of author Ève en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017888 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ‪I know why the caged bird sings..‬ Why it plays on a heart of strings.. Little did it know.. To the skies they overflow.. This silent hymn, beating strong.. In a soul that grew with every song.. Each gave a feather of gold.. Little by little they now u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2082946/ 27th. August. 2014Once, a promise..Stronger, kinder and wiser..A silent seeker..Today, a creed..Tenacious, gracious and sagest..A singing sophist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069867/ ‪Wistfulness is the state of my existence..constantly returning to the place I come from..always feeling like a soul floating on a star ceiling watching over my surroundings..blended in a distant place that doesn’t bend to the measure of time..in quiet detachment from the world true to m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069866/ When you truly love..You love elusively..You love with no bound..You love without rules..You love freely & unconditionally..You love against everything..You love your beloved in their light, in their strength..You love them in darkness, in their fragility..You fight for their light..You protect .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069865/ May 1st 2017..The sky is not blue..It’s broken pieces of lapis lazuli..a diomand prism setting fire at the heart..it’s breaks of light..A blend of shadows..an almost seeming bright..a brimming sight of black, gold & silver linings..It’s a breaking balance of bold beautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069863/ Did you know?..That your eyes..are exactly like your father’s?..Eyes full of darkness, like a sky full of stars..But you-only you in the world have eyes that can smile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069861/ Who are you?..Where did you come from?..You are the strangest thing I’ve ever seen.Are you real?..I can’t see..I can’t reach..In you I’m lost in total darkness..For you are nothing but a beautiful brilliance..A red saturated sun..You’re the man by the sea..I am in awe o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069860/ Sāfar Ar Rūh..A cosmic traveler..Traveling in silence..By the moon..Beyond the sun..Writings on the stars..You will never know..All that you know is gone..Eden, a fall from grace..Eve, a celestial embrace..Reading between the lines..Māktūb, in eternal signs..To pages of the sky.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069859/ L’amour fluerit iciI loved.I loved against reason,against wrath, against doubt, against betrayal,against the sun, against the sky,against the stars, against heavens,against curse and bless.I loved against eternity.I loved through god, through reckoning,through creation and rebellion.My love..t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069858/ A body was pinned to the ground; it was the body of a young woman. In the short time she gained consciousness, all of her senses were heightened; her vision was pitch black, but she could perceive everything around her like never before, for fear was instilled in her heart fluttering like a bird try.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069853/ They leave like leaves.They leave from naked trees scattering their colours to the winds; in search, in death, in life, and the stronger the winds blow them away the more wary of their nakedness they become, but somehow the winds carry them back & the trees turn onto new leaves.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069852/ October 4th 2016You know what day this is.I was smiling quietly when you told me. I suppose I could say I feel happy & proud beyond measure, but that’s not quite all of it; more than that, in this big day, I’m fulfilled, four words that mean the world are realised & a dear promis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069851/ Distance encloses death.When we lose a loved one, pieces of ourselves also pass away. When we remember how grievous this loss feels like and weigh the scales, the torment of knowing them triumphs over the torment of losing them.We acknowledge they were here and alive and we reali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069849/ Miriam completed her work promptly that day, cleaned up her workstation and stretched out her sore arms. She wanted to leave in time to take her photos from a studio close by her residence. She glanced out the window at the purple sky. She stared at the small photograph at her desk for a few seconds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069846/ Her aurora voice, her sunlight soul; like rays, she walks on different colours and breaks into million dancing pieces.Her scent of light, her cherry blossom lips,ivy in her veins, lilies on her skinand a lotus blooming in her heart;for a petal she drifts.Luminous, she shines against all li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069843/ She was that stranger..A stranger to her eyes..A stranger in her mind..It hurt, it really hurt,but with time she loved it.She was a stranger..forever-changing.Always born living and dying,like a leaf on a breeze..always on the flow..swirling and dancing in a sundress.Like the moon,she will always fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069841/ She is but stardustwritten across the skiesof haze and wanderlustwith wayfarer soul eyes.Like ultraviolet rays,she cannot be seen,she reaches in wavesshinning in dark scenes.Wish upon her,this shooting star;gaze upon her,a celestial bell jar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069840/ This soul sleeps in metamorphosis; resting not for it is neither like rain nor snow; but air instilled in cloud. It is neither fire nor smoke; but the seamless light in wood. It is no more the earth worm, not yet the butterfly, only a silent soul in chrysalis; it told of a spiritual sublim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069839/ I’m at the river bankdrowning in your tears, Ophelia.Why call for me?Your soul rests in Rue.Your Soliloquy lives in Aloe.You’re a haunting echo.I listen to your eulogy,my heart is speechlessand wonders in a water dream-escape;in remembrance it feels,in freedom it breathesand in love it l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069836/ December 10th 2016..She tears not in tears..She woes in words..She cries in colours..She is neigh nature..A scenic soul..An oceanic oblivion..A looming lotus..A delightful darkness..A ballerina of blues..A revelation of fire reds..A puzzle of purples..And a quiet question. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069832/ I am so sorry.For every time I hurt you..For every cruel word I’ve ever said to you..For not seeing what you needed most..For not being kind to you as much as everyone else..For every tear you have wasted..For every time I stepped on your heart..For every time I didn’t believe in you..Fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069829/ Wandering soul, keep searching,roaming this desert in peaceful pace.A year without rain, a well you find;hollowness it is, too deepand all dispersed.Fall in, unyielding devil;veiled in the darkness,no souls, only echoes,aching thirst, numb fingertipsand beams of hope.Close your eyes, dark angel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069826/ A familiar shorethey’ve known before.A pink sea shellwith a story to tell;the memory it savesin the sound of waves;in wondrous landsthey hold up handsas love is home& time is sea foam.It is love in mistwith a tragic twistand woven fatesas time awaits.Their souls are sinkingListen, they&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069825/ Near dawn she opened her eyes..The moon glinting in the sky and the sun about to rise..He threw a stone at her window; something he had to say..a strange feeling led her all the way..She climbed a tree down as they held hands..They ran across the beach and played with golden sands..They built a fanc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069818/ The stillness of change has spoken,for their brand new life,but not the stars across the wide-openand the never-ending strife.It follows through steady and brokentempting fate not to twist the knife.It fades against the city lights,against the sleepless nights;of shadows in sleeping denialtrapp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve88/2069817/