http://slow.writerscafe.org/theresaannes The original writings of author Theresa Anne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206889 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Your beginnings were that of a crawler Spun into a cocoon of safety Hanging all the while in a metamorphic state Who knew from the ugliness Would emerge a creature of such beauty  Splashed with amazing colors Crimson, black and fuchsia So fra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theresaannes/319078/  I am just a girlyou are a boy I am strongyou weaken me I am a wallyou are a hammer I am incompleteyou are the last puzzle piece I am aloneyou stand beside me I am numbyou make me feel I am afraidyou hold me I am pie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theresaannes/318107/ As a child you held my hand,At the beach you played with me in the sand.You showed me the moon, and told me shoot for the stars,At night we caught fireflies in old jelly jars.Your arms held me tight, whenever I felt bad,Only you could make me smile, when I was sad.And just before you wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theresaannes/318103/ The world can be harsh and a hard place to be,Your arms bare the scars of just what you see. With cuts so deep and blood dripping down,Why do you follow, the life of a clown? You say it's your family, so then what am I,Do you think I should wait and stand idly by?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theresaannes/318101/ Who will hear my silent cry,No one till the day I die.Then it's to late, I will have gone,Never again to see the dawn.Had you listened, you would have heard,Without me speaking a single word.But fear not, the pain will pass,Silent cries weren't meant to last. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theresaannes/318100/ Reflections of your life are a mirror to the past,You catch a glimpse of yourself that disappears so fast. If you overlook the mirror you'll never see inside,At all the places that you go to run away and hide. As you stare inside of it, who is it you see,Do I know the perso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theresaannes/318098/ As the rain falls through the umbrella of pine treesThe night concert will commence without warningFore the moon has bowed out for the eveningLeaving stars as the audience in the skyBranches sway back and forth in the windAs if rocking the night into sleepFar off in the distance, music o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theresaannes/318096/ It's powerful...It takes control of you...It haunts you, like a shadow in the darkness.At times it has made me beautifully broken.It shatters my pieces...heart everywhere.It pries at my shell.It's hammer continuously chips away at my walls.It is in my every waking thought...dream and n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theresaannes/318094/ Some be'ath white, others black,With it's curved legs so shapely and strong.With a large sturdy frame,And it's wood so smooth and shiny, that moonbeams dance off it's top.As the hammers strike out a tune,The strings gently guide them.Pedal's beneath your feet,Tread lightly on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theresaannes/318092/