http://slow.writerscafe.org/m_soulverses The original writings of author M 💕 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990536 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ThornsIt starts in places no one sees,in small, unspoken histories,where something painful learned to staylong after it had slipped away.In hands too gentle to hold that tight,in borrowed warmth and borrowed light,in all the moments we endure,because of lies that feel so sure.And maybe it’s no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/3131138/ RunI have spent my whole life running.Not from places,but from the parts of myselfI wasn’t brave enough to name.People talk about escapelike it’s a road you can follow,like it’s something you do with your feet.But the cruelest kind of runninghappens when you sit still,when you bury.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/3130825/ They call it learning,but some days it feels like drowning,pages stacked like bricks on my chest,numbers and essays swirlingin a storm I cannot still.---------------------------------The clock strikes midnight,yet my pen still bleeds,chasing the perfect answeras if perfection were the only keyto bei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2965281/ It's for my first love, that I'll never forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2960717/ Loving YouTo love you is to live on the edge of everything I fear,And I would rather fall from this impossible heightthan never know the feeling of having you near.You are the gravity that pulls me apart,Yet I would rather live in piecesthan never own a fragment of your heart.You are the fire that b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2960510/ If the heart could speakI wondered once, in quiet thought,What life would be, what it had brought,If only hearts could speak out loud.Not hidden, shy, or lost in crowd.I think it’d tell you of your light,How your smile makes the dark feel bright.It feels your warmth, it knows your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2954759/ If OnlyIf only my poems could echo my mind,The depth of my thoughts, the love they find.If only my verses could carry the weightOf caring too deeply, of tempting fate.If only my pen could keep up with the race,Of thoughts that pour forth, a wild, wordless chase.If only my lines could cap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2954757/ Things that stayedSome nights still feellike the ones I never left.A song playing low,window half-down,city lights spillinglike dreams onto pavement.The road was endless,but I didn’t need a destination.just the hum of tires,the voice from a screenI swore once saved me,the com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2953578/ The Broken CompassI carry a compassthat’s been broken for years.Its needle spins,then stops,always pointing somewhereit swears is north.And I believe it,more often than I should.Because moving toward somethingfeels betterthan admitting you have no ideawhere you are.I’ve watched people fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2950515/ The Animal Called TimeTime is not a river.It’s a feral thing,half-mutt, half-mystic,living under your porch.It chews through calendarswith milk teeth,leaves the bones of old plansscattered by the door.You cannot tame it.It won’t come when you call.It sleeps in the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2950457/ ButterflyThey always talkabout the butterflyas a symbol of rebirth,of transformation,of beauty born from struggle.But no one tells youhow violent becoming can be.How the caterpillarmust dissolve itselfcompletely,turn to nothingbefore it learnshow to fly.We romanticize the wings,but forget the breaki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2948624/ Jamais VuThere’s a feeling,a strange ache,where the familiar becomes foreign,where your own reflectionin the mirroris the stranger you’ve never known.It’s not déjà vu,not a memory you’ve lived twice,but the opposite,the unrecognizablein the most known of places... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2948321/ SeaThe sea doesn’t care about your arrivalor your departure. It doesn't weepwhen you dip your feet,and it doesn’t cheer when you leave.It swallows every footprint,washes them away in seconds,as if you were never here at all.But you were. You felt it,the pull of something ancient,somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2948017/ Nightmares of the SoulThe night is a tender liar.It hums soft songs to the fragile ones,knowing they will listen,because silence is louder when it belongs to no one.I wake in hours I should be sleeping, with old ghosts pulling at my ribs,their hands warm, familiar,like a dear friend before time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2947715/ Hold Me TightHold me tight -not like a lover,not like a promise you plan to keep,but like someone who knowswhat it feels liketo fall apart quietlyin a room full of peoplewho never notice.There are nightswhen the weight of beingis heavier than it should be,when silence turns sharpand memory feels lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2945484/ Forever rainThere are dayswhen the sky forgets to stop crying,and I understand itin ways I wish I didn’t.It’s not the violence of stormsthat undoes you,it’s the steady, relentless acheof a forever rain.A sorrow so quiet,you barely noticehow heavy you’ve becomeuntil you try to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2945483/ LieThe first lie I ever toldwas to myself.It sounded like survival,tasted like salt on an open woundI swore was a scar.We call it coping,as if giving false names to our griefmakes it holy.As if renaming the achewill soften its teeth.I have dressed emptinessin expensive words,spun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2944565/ The House of HomesicknessThere’s a house inside me,built from the ache of empty rooms,a place where echoes talk louderthan voices ever did.I leave lights on in cornersI refuse to visit,nail pictures to wallsthat crumble beneath their frames.We are good at this -finding hollow places in ourselv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2944563/ The Gentle Might of GivingThere is a strength in being kind,a quiet peace, a steady mind-to give your heart with open hands,and learn the way true friendship stands.Some days, it feels the world has changed,old bonds have bent, new faces ranged,and in this shift, I start to see,the parts of them, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2938526/ A poem about the unseen burdens we carry - unspoken fears, lingering doubts, and quiet sorrows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2932231/ A poem about self-perception and the struggle to see ourselves beyond how others define us. 'Reflections' explores the journey of embracing our fragments and finding a sense of home within ourselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2931933/ Pain of unspoken love, of hoping for something that was never truly yours. Even when love fades, even when hearts break, light and hope can still remain. Explores the same emotions as 'Fool's Friday' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2931871/ Fool’s FridayI swore he saw me, clear as day,the way his eyes would never stray.A silent promise, warm and true,a love I thought he always knew.But Friday came and took my breath,a moment killing dreams to death.There he stood, with hands in hers,soft words entwined in whispered blurs.And I ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m_soulverses/2931728/