http://slow.writerscafe.org/xhiljola The original writings of author Xhiljola en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776224529 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dedicated to the student's who lost their lives in the tragic accident that took place in Himare, Albania on May 21st. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/987743/ The sound of the wind has never been more relaxingThe way it sways the trees outsideThe breeze passing through my kitchen windowand blowing over the coffee potspreading the smell of the freshly brewed blackas I pour it into my white cupand walk over to the tableto sit with a soulless chair..I l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/987739/ Who rejoices in pain,other than the RainLover?Who gets hurt & betrayedbut yet willingly remains a fool,other than the RainLover?Who loves those that give nothing in return,other than the RainLover? Who stays up all night, like an owl,but with eyes closed,curled up in the darknessbetween sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/973335/ Laying listless beneath the seaAll this pressure outweighing meLost in the overwhelming fluidity But somehow this is how I learned to breath My body dispersed throughout its vicinity But the pieces found unity in this disharmonyAnd the turbulence seemed to have brought tranquility  Slowly,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/946837/ It is easy to roam about in the darkness when no one is looking your wayYou can do cartwheels and hand stands and trip and fall your first several attemptsMake a complete fool out of yourself, because, well, the darkness won't tell But what about when suddenly, strange and familiar eyes begin t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/946807/ Bitten by youIt gets worse and worse each dayYour poison runs through my veinsMy body might soon just decay Your voiceWhat an eerie sound it makesMy choiceTo leave no matter what it takes Stop pulling me inI continue to refuseI will not commit this sinAnd fall prey to your abuse Tumbl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/942200/ You get lost in your life, far away from hereIn the dreams that hold your future,A place where I won't be,And slowly you forget, about loving meBut I have dreams too, yet not one of them lets me forget youI'm haunted by your absence and find myself constantly feeling blueThere's not much I wanted to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/941789/ Suffocated by this paranoia  The need to know it all It's never enough Never enough.. Give IT every little piece of you So all knowledge of you can forever live inside IT It's never enough Never enough.. IT argues with itself  day in and day out...&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/941759/ Not sure what to call this... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/938865/ I am good with evil wordsHowever sweet ones make me stutterI don't want to say I love youIt is too weak I don't want to say I miss youDoesn't satisfy my hunger I crave your hands You're fingers tickling my skin I crave your lipsTheir soft touch all around me I crave your smellRubbing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/925349/ Dig your nails into my skinSlowly pull them downLet the bloodGush. Out. Dig your sweet words into my mindSlowly turn them bitter Let the liesCome. Out. Dig your teeth into my neckSlowly make me screamLet it allSink. In. Dig the blame into my heartSlowly make me believe itLet it growIn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/925310/ There's something about the rotting of your skinIt stings It stingsThere's something about the horrid wrinkles above your foreheadCaused by the strain of liesThey areThey areThere's something about that white facade of yours It's fake It's fakeThere's something about your heart To RIP it outI w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/918252/ He made me an artist without a voice.He gave me no voice.I hate that the most.I hate that the most about myself.It makes me so boring.Fitting in neither with my own spirit.Nor in this physical world.He left me somewhere in-between.He left me in living limbo.How am I suppo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/910350/ Listen to my soulPlay the stringsHit the note What kind of melody do you hear?No, don't tell meFind it & Keep itKnow it & Play it My soul is your instrument  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xhiljola/910310/