http://slow.writerscafe.org/milenagrubor The original writings of author Milena Grubor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041499 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The bells of fever toll within the ear,A pulsing throb, a rhythm born of fear.I wake inside a fractured pane of sight,Where iron steps resound through broken night.The hallway hums with cold, electric breath,Where men lie curled in quiet dread of death.They claw at doors and vanish out of view,As if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3130491/ The elders built a tomb of light to cage my gasping soul,With incense thick as winding sheets and bells that slowly toll.Upon the seventh of January, the candles scorched the air,While May bore Saint George’s name, a whisper everywhere.They draped a shroud of “gentle-good&rdquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3130480/ Hum, stalking killers through the velvet night,A pulse-beat thrumming ’neath sepulchral light.Beside the tarnished waters of the bay,The wretched tremble, none can flee away.The harbor waits, steeped in an ancient brine,Where rotting timbers weep with scent of time.Each footfall measured, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3130475/ The years go by and we feel them not within the fragilesoul,But deep within the weary bone that bears the burdened whole.They gather weight with every grief our silent days have grown,Till marrow bends beneath the load that time has slowly sown.Our faces change, yet still we gaze and never tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3128717/ Rot festers deep in marrow, mind, and bone,They raise false gods and reap what they have sown.Wine dulls the scream, but cannot kill the guilt,Blood stains their hands from all the havoc built.The acrobats leap on splintered, cracking fire,Blind to the teeth of night that never tire.They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3128020/ The snowflake melts within my hand, yet leaves a silverflame,A quiet fire within the cold that whispers still my name.When storms have torn the trembling sky and shadows choke the day,It comes, a hush of living white no darkness can betray.So constant in its gentle tread, so steadfast at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3128019/ Unfaithful lover, brother, friend,You tear the living, yet all things end.A drifting soul on salt-black seas,With hollow heart and bent decrees.Your thoughts lie wrapped in ashen cloud,Where distant screams grow fierce and loud.You swore to build, to love, to stay,Then scattered vows like dust a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3128017/ How can one build a life on broken bone,On splintered years that never felt like home?How can one greet the light of dayWhen youth was torn and thrown away?No tears remain to cleanse this face,No gentle word, no warm embrace.The mirror shows what time won’t hide,A wounded child.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3127596/ A wretched man might live a thousand lives,Yet none would hear him but his ceaseless cries.Beneath the sun he writhes and slowly turns,A pyre of vultures round his spirit burns.He drowns his days in rivers harsh and sour,A slave in chains to every poisoned hour.The bottle clings like shackles to his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3127079/ We lie to ourselves in the hush of night,For gentle deceit makes the darkness light.A whispered untruth, soft-spoken and deep,The price we must pay to surrender to sleep.Yet the subconscious keeps dreadful score,It knows what we fear, what we ache for, and more..The dreams left to rot,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3126243/ Within this tomb where ancient vows are sworn,From grief and dust a darker self is born.The candle flickers, trembling with its light,As I descend alone into the night.I stitch my lips where whispered truths would bleed,For silence feeds the marrow of my creed.My wars are waged where mortal eyes los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125599/ It is the seventh of January’s hour,When ancient bells recall the birth and power.Yet joy lies gentle, like a fading flower,Pressed softly in the book of winter’s bower.The streets lie hushed beneath a drifting white,Their paths concealed beneath the snow’s soft light.The city seem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125598/ I ache for springs where silence bloomed,Where cherry air the heart perfumed.When dawn arrived without a price,And peace was not a traded vice.When children knew the touch of land,Not glowing lies at commerce’s hand.Before their eyes were taught to kneelTo flashing gods that do not feel.No pla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125593/ The New Year, a jester gaunt and pale,Grins through its lights like some accursed tale.Its ornaments, like eyes that leer and gleam,Mock fragile sparks that vanish in a dream.The fireworks spit in green and red,They claw the black, then fold like dead.Their beauty screams, then dies in smoke,A fleet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125588/ From earliest dawn, when man first drew the sword,He scorned the law, defied the living Lord.Empires rose high upon the broken flesh,While mercy died, and blood became their mesh.The native lands were plundered, razed, and lost,Their temples crushed beneath the conqueror’s cost.The tales of tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125587/ Red roses blackened in their bloom,Thorns crowned the heart, a living tomb.The rivers of the world ran deep,And innocence was swept to sleep.Two wolves dwell in every heart unseen,One soft and warm, one cruel and keen.The one that feeds shall take the reign,And drown the other in endless pain.The wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125586/ The night grew heavy, walls and floor confined,They sought to bring destruction of the mind.Unholy whispers dripped like poisoned rain,Marking cradle and hearth with fear and pain.Nightmares nested deep behind the very eyes,Sleep became a court where every breath told lies.Black crows flew low, cros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125584/ In valleys where the shadows brood,And sunless mists define his mood,He haunts the glass with muddy hand,A stranger in a living land.Twice twenty years have slipped away,In stagnant pools of dull decay.No wife to bless his lonely bed,No child to mourn him when he’s dead.He cannot brave the str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125582/ This day, they mark the weary turn of years,But for my soul, it was the blackest of all spheres.A black hole of existence, void of sound and grace,Where melancholy silhouettes drift through the empty space.No trumpet's sudden fanfare broke the heavy air,No grand surprise to pull me from my fixed des.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125580/ From the earliest hour, I yearned for things that cruelly passed me by,My very soul a broken chord beneath a weeping sky.I learned that love is but a lie that cold mortality imparts,And found the deepest solitude residing in our hearts.I poured my heart's lifeblood for the wraiths who gave no part,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125579/ The pale sun breaks the distant eastern sky,Beneath a brittle air, the dark fields lie.The frosted window holds a fragile sheen,Reflecting all the sorrow I have seen.Melancholy follows every written line,For lovely things that were not truly mine.As snow erases fields of former green,I long for joy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125578/ Upon the cot of fevered breath,She tasted first the kiss of Death.The curse that claimed her mortal state,Did twist her soul to seal their fate.For they had sought to break and bend,The faithful trust she chose to lend.They struck the wound that would not mend,And brought her living to an end.A trem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125577/ In chambers dark, where shadows swoop,And melancholy spirits group,I kept the sorrow's hidden loop,A burden from the past to scoop.Within the small and wooden frame,Remains that whisper of my shame,I hid the life I cannot claim,And called the specters by their name.They left my daylight hours free,N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125576/ The first came swift on spectral wing,A razor whispered reckoning.The second lumbered cold and slow,A dirge dragged deep in undertow.A crushing grief an unseen hand,Pressed coffin close like sinking sand.A love once lit in scarlet flame,Now lay in dust, no pulse, no name.I sought to still the inward.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125575/ I never summoned what arrived,Yet still it fed on what survived.A velvet curse with hunger grim,A demon born from bone and limb.It came at dusk with poisoned grace,A demon leaning in my face.It traced my spine in crawling heat,And left me shattered at its feet.Was this some test of broken faith,Or p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125574/ Before their flags and hymns arose,Before the conquest’s quiet prose,A sovereign world in peace remained,Until the first red earth was stained.Those first-born nations met the flame,A thousand deaths without a name.The fires climbed, the rifles sang,And innocence beneath them rang.Then iron ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125573/ The night unthreads my breathing soul,A velvet ache I can’t control.The stars fade out, their embers cold,A truth the darkness keeps untold.A whisper winds along my spine,A hush that tastes of blood and wine.A voice I know in every tone,A chill that claims me as its own.A call drifts through t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125570/ In halls where midnight’s whispers creep,Wicked David walked with secrets deep.His empty heart, a starving grave,No kindly soul he cared to save.Though praised by mother’s blinded sight,He cloaked his sins beneath the night.A saint she shaped within her mind,Yet birthed a far more waywar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125569/ What beast of man would stain his hand,And crush the trust he cannot stand?What demon hides inside the mind,To watch the truth and stay confined?They danced like madmen through the night,Their hollow glow a faithless light.They raised their fingers as they fed,On fragile hopes and words unsaid.The o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125567/ The square lay cold as a chapel tomb,Where lanterns bled their wavering gloom.The murmur of the waiting throng,Felt like a forbidden song.A rose through swirling mist,A silhouette by twilight kissed.Its timbers groaned like tired bones,That carried centuries of moans.The condemned were led through a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125564/ The ground is red where many died,Brothers and sisters, side by side.Whips and knives, a brutal hand,Left blood and ashes in the land.Ovens roared, the cries were lost,Innocence erased at  what cost?No mercy given, none to find,Just endless death, and broken minds.The earth remembers, cold and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125563/ It did not come with summer breeze,But in November where hearts would freeze.The cradle rocked on borrowed earth,No laughter marked the hour of birth.Bruises carved the body and mind,Loneliness lingered, cruel, unkind.A first corpse, pale beneath the moon,Its silent gaze arrived too soon.Rain became.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3125561/ In alley’s throat where lamplights choke,Where midnight wears a funeral cloak,A presence walks with silent tread,Half smoke, half hunger, half the dead.No name he bears, no face to trace,Just shifting cold in empty space.A creature formed of human wrong,The echo of a shattered song.He stalks t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3124243/ In Salem’s frost, faith-struck town,Where night pressed close and weighed them down,The whisper rose, half fear, half thrill,That witches walked on Gallows Hill.The minister’s pale child spokeIn frenzied gasp and fevered choke,And from her trembling, haunted frameThe town drew terror, no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3124242/ I watched their mouths open, theirwords split the sky,False halos of thunder, where truthdares to die.I bind their tongues, I turn backthe tide,For none can resist when I call from inside.Before the hour, before Salem’s fall,I stood in the silence, I watched them crawl.The flames.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3124081/ The rain drenched woods, branches broken,As the air grew thick and the sky cracked open.Mist coiled tight around the crooked trees,And thunder whispered, “follow, please.”A child appeared where no path led,Pale eyes like moons, words left unsaid.It moved through rain with a knowing g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/3094586/ She gave her youth to one black name,A vow engraved in smoke and shame.Her heart, a shrine of dying bloom,Now beats within a lover’s tomb.He drained her soft, forgiving eyes,Till silence filled her holy cries.He fed on dreams, on breath, on bone,And left her mind a haunted throne.She spoke to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2964640/ Upon the weary midnight air,A shadow stirs with silent care.Beneath the vault of aching bone,It claims a throne, yet sits alone.No light escapes its creeping reign,No solace soothes the endless pain.The mind, once bright, now drifts and fades,A labyrinth of phantom shades.The eyes grow dim, the ears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2964535/ My vision’s blurred, oh cursed delight, The madness hums, the bones ignite. My hands are ghosts, my feet untrue, What world is this I’m passing through? The abyss moans with open throat, A choir of worms begins to float. Inside my chest, stone upon stone,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2964513/ He came with eyes like dying flame, A whisper low, a sinner’s name. His kiss was cold, yet burned within, The sweetest death, the purest sin. The stars went blind, the heavens turned, My heart forgot the God it learned. Through veins of ash his hunger crept, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2964512/ We recall them only in death,Their worth revived by a mourner’s breath.We summon their souls beneath hollow skies,And treasure the sun as the August dies.Too late we remember, too late we see,And feed on hate where love should be.We forget the ones who soothed our pain,And cast them off like g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2964449/ Beneath the moon's cold, silver gaze,He walks, the master of the haze.A shadow deep, a burning flame,Whose whispered words undo my name.I wandered lost through mortal night,Till eyes of fire consumed my sight.A crimson grin, a dark delight,And I, undone, am lost to night.He drapes the world in velve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2964364/ Dearsister, when I saw you today,There was a shadow that held you at bay.Not the weight of past sorrow you knew,But something deeper, pulling you through.I felt it too, sharp and cruel,As if your pain had made me its fool.Youthink your dreams have slipped from sight,But I know they’ll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2963238/ Six years I turned away in blind,Now, I see what I had mined.Before me stands, a fiend, a beast,A soul that's rotted, never ceased.Your flesh, so bloated, blackened, slick,A mass of filth, too vile, too thick.A rancid stench, the air grows foul,You walk as death, you scream, you howl.Your eyes, no l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2963059/ I see dead people when I blink,Not ghosts, but corpses black with stink.Their sockets drip with mold and grief,Their laughter comes like crawling teeth.I do not sleep. I dare not rest.They want the beating in my chest.They gather round when night grows thin,To pry the pulsing light within.They wait .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2963056/ Crna LizaPod nebom što zaborav zna,Hodah stazom bez svjetla, bez dna.Tišina je disala, bez zvuka ptica,Zrak je gorio kao paklena klica.Iz guste magle, bez glasa, bez hoda,Pojavi se žena, ni stara, ni mlada.Haljina joj biješe boje trule ljubičice,Sa crnilom no&#.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2962330/ Dearest, when I was young, I dreamt in dread,Of you, not living, yet not dead.A figure pale, with lips so still,A hunger pressed beneath your will.Your hair fell long like strands of night,Your eyes askew, devoid of light.No breath betrayed the soul you lacked,No mirror ever gave you back.You moved .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2962068/ What blight unbinds this shattered day,A hollow wretch that cannot pray?They stalk the light with a cursed shade,Decayed within the dreams they made.This earth once breathed with sacred fire,Now chokes on ash and funeral pyre.Where lust and lechery reign supreme,And sacred names dissolve to screams... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2961717/ When midnight bends, the forest sighs,A hidden path before my eyes.Through ancient trees, the silence hums,I step barefoot, the shedding comes.The skin I wore, the past I knew,Peels from my bones like morning dew.Each layer falls, a whispered mourn,Ash of the old, the self reborn.A torch ignites a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2961676/ If I must die, let the stars hang low and weep,Let the moon run black where the mad winds creep.Let heaven vomit ash on the last pale day,No hymns, just teeth in the dirt where sinners lay.Bury me tight in the raveled night,Where worms hum psalms and rot keeps the light.Let mold be my silk, let fung.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milenagrubor/2961414/