http://slow.writerscafe.org/reflectus The original writings of author reflectingus en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072708 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i was asked to smell the lavenderin two double-scoop teaspoonsit was a whole level of gallbut i was ready to swallow the sweet mixit was a perfect little purpleas violet as possibly serenenevermind the luxurious frenzymildly soaking our toes in sandi was clearly transported, the truckwas light as a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/2118397/ It's funny howI look at you expectantlyWaiting, for you to make a move.&nbsp;Your eyes bespeak amusementSnake beads of the game curving voluptuousThis is a poem and doesn't have to make any sense.My prototype is the guy with the glasses andThe soft stare, lame jokes, shy around girlsTypical. You are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/2118395/ You are a pot of problems&nbsp;But jackpotFalse stubble bald headSlender arm silver watchScreech! Silence, you are an apparitionFirst sem and you disappearedI can manageI demand your attention for you are a buffoonDrinking dal from the silver spoon of the messLet's follow this ghost aroundSeven days.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/2031557/ This is a series of firsts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/1526579/ My first attempt to write erotica! It was much harder than I thought! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/1526398/ My first ballad-ish poem! I'm very excited.. There are hints of subtle contemporary language, even if the main is old-ish English. Hope this combo wasn't a complete fail! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/1177738/ My heart aches like a heavy pail of waterHumbled with burden, eyes ripped off any hopeDreams that coughed salt and pepper&nbsp;Ran out of significance, and pity stungAnd the pain felt that of a thousand pricksOf a needle, handled with his own bare handsHis eyes, they melted when they sawNot me, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/1124505/ The sky above them was clear, with hints of mistPassion, like fragrance, soaked the loversAs they drizzled through clouds like SpringMy mind was a drought-Few drops left, few beats leftWaiting for a downpourThe lovers were an endless splutter of an open faucetStreaming love, so much for an algal blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/1068575/ With the gentle touch of age, she worried, day by dayThe smudged wrinkles sharpened, her legs felt weakHer graying hair piled in loops on her wooden chairHer eyesight drew sighs of unease&nbsp;"Tell me", she pondered to her young son"Tell me, will I ever be beautiful, if I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/1021877/ Ache inmelody, oh beautiful penumbraCalmly rid thyvigorous smugnessHide mycountenance with the care it craves&nbsp;The day longpassed, was now too sunlessBut despitethe arrival of the shadowy night,I rummaged forpity,&nbsp;And resided itwith madness too passiona.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/1006495/ With the joy of a warrior and fierceness of eaglesThe anger of a prisoner and pain sharp as needlesWe'll have a party tonight, a heart-breaking one indeedWe'll break our own hearts, and watch others bleedThe love we had once, had automatically reversedAnd now, only loathing would quench the thirstCo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/987976/ I hear the last strums of a worn out guitarSearching through remains of a time well livedThough regret proves relentless, we fear all the timeThe stories you heard, the feelings once feltAnd darling, you revealed those traits that left you bareThose blossoming springs, those melodies you sung&nbsp;I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/985473/ I am ashamed and I am boldDays of lusciousness, with much to seeBut slowly, you began to unfoldAnd sadness will disperse meAs I seek comfort in your territory of liesBehold, that ugly smile of yoursWell, I'm the one polishing your teethWith my own tear-soaked remediesForgive me, I thought that was l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/979815/ My attempt at a romantic piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/978802/ Once upon a time, a chime would sweetlyring through my life, and made me jubilantly singand then. and then a storm, took its form. And transformedEverything! My head spun in twirlslike pearls, that were once structured andeverything blurred, and I forgotWho I am. Got lost.Flew, and flew, like a ghos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/974887/ There were no signs of envy, as they played with their tiresSpinning them with their rugged hands, manual labor inflicted handsThey played in muds that people can't imagine standing onOr their fancy dresses would get screwedAnd sometimes, the tire runnersFearlessly ran amidst cars, ignoring angry vo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/971916/ Based on true incidents, just a taunt at the chic groups at school. And stereotypical-ness to a higher level xD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/968050/ I shall begin without any salutations, for I seemingly have reached my aching pointNumerous times, have I screamed, and mourned at your absence,Trying to knock some sense into it, but No!&nbsp;It sighs, and speaks nothing, but I wait savagelyWith lusting eyes, at their breaking pointFor my vision ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/964718/ I intend to finish this story in two, or three parts, so that it won't be a whole burden to read at once. This story's set in New York, the main character is Yara, who gets cloned...somehow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/963289/ You knoooow you want to!Mutter an utterance of glorious glorifurrance and let your feet do the talkingStand straight and tall and wink at the world and do the futterwackenSquacking and cracking your moves that are tacky, coniferous trees do the discoPeautiful peacocks can easily knock in the backgro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/959971/ This is actually a true story. I mean, that's me in the story right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/958537/ One wish left, I thought to myselfI could go anywhere, where would I go?Cruised through dreams and finally choseOne last visit, before the return back above&nbsp;I chose a place so bright and brilliantAnd made that wish, clutching the hourglassI glanced behind, where the Gods resideBefore embracing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/951551/ Since I'mprocrastinating alreadyI thought, Why notprocrastinate productively?Writing poetry isn'treally unproductive, is it?Then why do I feel asif I'm lynching my time?Laaa laaa luh laaa laaI feel like singingsome absurd songDoo-we-doo-wop-dum-dee-daBut feeling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/947486/ I just felt people should know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/945281/ High pitched shrilly voice was fashioned prettilyTo rhymes of that era...That my parents would make me singFor every relative, every guest, every visitorOh, how I adored my voice!And I'd dance in those pretty dresses they'd bring...And swing really high on those creaky swingsPretending that I can fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/943287/ Another day of observation.From the corners of my eyes, I searched.I was itching for a better view, but my profound shyness had found its wayHe sat at the back, far away, leaning on his chair, daydreaming, as usual.The perpetual look in his eyes were fixed, aiming outside the window pane.Naturally, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/939760/ I had an inherent distaste to Red.It felt like bullets of insecurities trying to mesmerize me, fly like notes of unspoken words, demanding attention, love and its atrocities. Why should I like red?Red. You loved that color more than any other. You spoke about its truth and the passion that it&nbsp;w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/899193/ Just bored while doing my math homework >.< http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/885242/ Ribbons of love, soaring aboveMakes me speechlessWorking with such great finesseAnd makes my feet ascend in the airPleasant breeze overwhelming my hairAnd my face beholding a theatrical smileA while, and then I landNear the shore, on the sandAnd I walk like a jubilant brideTo blend my skin with the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/884774/ for the confused soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reflectus/884145/