http://slow.writerscafe.org/ddanelkahr The original writings of author Danelkahr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017717 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What happens? What happens when vulgar songsbecome nursing words?When the street seductively callsour feet; Where perr pressurebecomes the mother of guidance;And the truth is known yet beingseeked? What happens when the home criesempty yield of the family;And the re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/810892/ In the middle of nowhere In the middle of nowhere,we read the writtenmessage on the faceof the sky. On an idyll joyride, amental journey wastaken ten thousandyears before time. Standing on the firmof humankind, relentlesssouls traded the sourceof being... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/810889/ October October, the month, The month thatbrings with it the sweet melodies ofbirds. As morning rises throught the wetgrassed green leaves that growswithin the valley of scented flowersfor bees to suck out the nectar, theday starts burning. Cooling under the th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/810642/ The symphathetic feeling The symphathetic feeling that understoodwithout looking, created an image to bedesired by those who know the art of love. Emotionally relating to feelings that leavesguilt in the heart, I started to love.  Put myarms around you to show the feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/810638/ I made something I made something simpler and easier to understandin a way that reduces its quality and became a dullard,someone who is not intelligent maily stupid.  Where iliterary tried to make something disappear yet effectuallyi failed. My strength was effete abd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/810631/ As i sit in the atmospheric place of myheart, my mind is blown away by thethought of you in my life.  i get thetwinkle of the stars in your eyes and there's nothing worth watching than you. I looked for you in the starters of the dayyat i can't see nor hear your voice. gave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/808283/ When there is nothing.When there is nothing left to say I just sit back and cry then become prey to the eyes of vultures.  The pain runs deep and the thought of going through a pain that is not worth it, brings tears to my eyes because nothing keeps me smiling.  Yes; the feelin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/808281/ What is love?“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bend with the remover to remove, it is an ever-fixed mark that is never shaken.”  -William ShakespeareAre you man enough to take care of this beautiful feeling called love?  If you let them ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/808280/ jealousy can make us do stupid things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/808278/ I WAS THE ONEI was the one who was hurt in front of those people, “waiting for you is like waiting for rain when its drought.”  I internally bled and the suffocation grew with deep progressing pain of imagination.  Whispers of laughter were passing by the air, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/808277/ I used to dreamI used to dream and glance at my dream as morning falls.It was a Saturday morning and I’m listening to the musicThat makes me a new person; but my heart still achesBecause the smile of your heart is not with me.The story between us nobody understands than I do, You s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ddanelkahr/808276/ DIKELEDIIt was a day to bring happiness to our lives; a day we all remember to be the best; nobody knew what had happened but the owner was flying up in tears. 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