http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lira_Noen The original writings of author Lira Noen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775948250 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Imagine this: Every shadow is a living archive of soul, which is the only thing that is unscience, undeniable to the heart,unacceptable to the mind, unmeasurable to the world.When,you stand under the light, what if your shadow isn’t just a flat, black shape. What if it’s an infinit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2959467/ If someone says, I want to film her.Why?She looks pretty. She looks artistic.I’ll answer: not necessarily.Don’t frame the skin.Don’t light the surface raw.I am a snake shedding faces.Can you try?Just once try?Can you film my soul?Not my smile,not the ang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2956840/ (A lament for Sohag Mia, Mitford Hospital, July 2025) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2953172/ Life sucks...Life's pretty complex obvious, yet impossible.And somehow, it’s supposed to feel that way.Do we see ourselves only as reflections of others?It’s brutal.Life throws stones until you bleed,unless your soul is already dead.Yet you try.And try.You screa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2952551/ We scroll.We sip coffee.We switch between apps and sitcoms,as another hospital crumbles under the weight offire and fury.Bombs fall like raindrops "not on our rooftopsbut on cradles, on storybooks,on the innocent dreams of children who’ll never see another morning.As if the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2951639/ Truth Unspoken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2950218/ Standing by my window,I keep staring-keep on staring.What’s this voidness?What’s this foreign feeling?It’s raining.Heavily.Not gentle, not kind-it’s brutal.The kind that leavesbranches like snapped brittle bones,makes the earth spill overwith immense sorrow.What’s it ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2949383/ I went out today.The sky wore a shaded gold, smudgeddrawn to dawn already,as if trying to forgetit ever began.I stared for a long time.My eyes watered.A thin ray of twilightthreaded through the clouds,brushed past trees and rooftops,grazed my skinand struck something nostalgic-a foreign questionI di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2949382/ I wanted to rise.I waited.I wanted some good days.I waited.I wanted love�"Scorching like sunlight,Yet soft like moonlight.I waited.I wanted good souls,Good love.Wanted a country homeThat felt like home.I waited.I wanted a cozy little bookshop.I waited.I&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2949268/ Inspiration: The Picture Of Dorian Gray http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2949255/ Inspiration: All Quiet On The Western Front http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lira_Noen/2949219/