http://slow.writerscafe.org/luvvin The original writings of author luvvinblue en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779751450 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the crowded streetsSums up on lengths and laughsa torn paper and burning with incensecigarette butts know more what it isNeither the milking dust and layered dirt on shirtsand hanging veilsSmall rockets and deafening fireworksOne more knife to be sharpened and one last tangy scent to tasteT'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/3128181/ "So many times, you were my biggest ally,A friend so void, it warms me upYou heard yet you listened so sincerelyYour darkness felt like an eternal salvation of my soulHow can you be so pure and shady at the same timeYour coldness wasn't a creep to my spineIt was a cloak that kept me saneIt was a bla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2938245/ The Eight and a Teen  She felt the burst of guiltWhen a child’s whisper become a sweet tune that keeps replaying on her recorder,Then fades into a language of responsibility, Eighteen.A number that feels too heavy for the lightness of her heart,A crown she didn’t ask for b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2928729/ If you know Seventeen, SVT, saythename, then you'll understand me. STAN SVT! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2928727/    The blinding lights greeted her morningAmidst the sound of silence�" not the kind that wraps itself around dreamsBut the hollow echo of words unspoken and doors closed too longWhile the candles lit on the counter�" waiting to melt into meaningShe s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2928726/ Dusk and Dawn At dusk, the sky sigh,Swallowing the remnants of lightsAs the world fall into stillness she can almost touchHer hands hover the pages with spilled inks,Printed with words that’s been weighing her thoughts and thousands of work undone In this four corners of her life, Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2928725/    He walked through the world as if it bend to meet himEvery step echoes, she can’t help but to chaseFor a long time, he were her orbits and she spun herself aroundAs if his name was written on margins inside her mindThat’s how it is She woven the dreams out of his i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2928724/ There was a strain, a mind-boggling paddle of waves splashing beneath this concrete wall. Did I often wonder how and why those waves keeps hurting themselves?The pain is sudden though thoroughly introduced along with the passing sun watching me glaze over it. This barrio's charm and calmness drafted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2921589/ Everything would be niceI'll embrace the storm and make it my sunshineI'll gladly feel the pain with genuine smileI'll hug the thorns and make it my pillowI'll make a medicine out of sicknessThe cut won't hurt and It'll bleed laughThe flames will be cold and the ice will meltThe shadow will stay eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2921284/ With our eyes intertwined, gasps and silence domainI seek for independence on your fetish smiles and laid-out chances I, so will I? For I will see beneath the rusty rants and pants of your breathingI was drawn, drowned and killedYou shall stay on your brethren and I shall save my soul's last en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2916211/ As you walk past me, your shadow stay behindlurking me to follow with you to the lightIt was ringing in my head, your scream and your outburstI was simply living yet to you tied me too closeyour dress flow like an image, tender and sharpWith a rotten pieces of meat from the kitchen A Silvery kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2913482/ There's that daywhen every time I blinktears drop its innocenceas if my every move was made of hasteand lone presencerush trance and dual pretense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2912347/ I was dragged in a mountainous steepwhere the cross shudder their sublime voiceThe roads are dark, full of voidto be lost and to be found, I prayMy feet led me this wayI had the torch which Father gave meIt was given to everyoneMeant to find your way on the stormNot to be lost and follow other's bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2911726/ Had I been soothing my grave- aloof and dimThe girl on my beneath sighed grimlyEyes sewed and whiteHad I been crying on my grave?Drastically implied among my eyesShe wore blood with tearsbore with black voidhere she screams silenthere she died breathingHad I been sleeping on my grave?In pudent reckl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2911580/ My teens grew outnumberedWith lash and blemishes coverThe thoughts weighed me overNever did I touch the counteryet he killed me sober http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2911158/ my notes tremble awayin a distant longing for a new life to emergewhere all the rhymes came to restand the music stops to breaththe silence came to lifeas I catch my lagging soundI see no echoes, no vibrations that follow through my pathIt was mellow, quite entrancingquite tragic yet painfully .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2911123/ for I have scarred the temptation behindthe line entitled by the edgethe stares that pierced my bounded wallskneeled down on my own pledgecrowded are the minds that made acrossprovided blurr out of spitethe weeps and cries from sun's lairlured down by angel with knifedeath was once an allythat cut o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2910970/ if the flowers could speakwould it dare?to question that it's beauty crossed the lairwould it glance, would it starewould it laid it's back bare?would it question the maiden's snareand sharpen its fang's smutted airif the flower's could speakwould it say?that her beauty is nothing rarewhen the butte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2910969/ upon the shifting pace of reality that grazeswithdrawn the fallen pieces of tearsday by day, the glances that went and past bypierced through the eccentric vale of pastthat prayers as sweet of your lips will burn my sturdy wall of fantasywailing prayers tied on my now dimmed heartthat once a pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2910547/ The eyes that burn my lightsLike how the Earth was showered with nightsMy little twilightIn this paradigmClose to see youyet too close to be with youThe lines won't cutToo good to be crossForgive my heart's beat,For such has no control. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2908115/ To struck with uneaseThe minds that persistYour shadow that stays behindThat troubles my morning bliss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2907720/ A story about an artist and his social media friend she met on the internet. What would happen if the two cross their paths without knowing about each other cause she don't remember and he forgot? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2907679/ Mixed signals http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2907624/ When life gives you little too short to cope with your so called fate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2907618/ Time won't stop for anyone, even for you. When it's time, it's time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2907443/ A facades journey until ground, will pull you to shudder with sound http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luvvin/2907421/