http://slow.writerscafe.org/MistyFog The original writings of author MistyFog en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776341310 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In memory we all live onIn song, our lives are never goneIn reality, we're not thereBut people like us are so rare Things that make me miss you soOn my knees, why did you go?A simple picture of youWould you miss me too? Going down the same pathWe would never, ever las.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/996754/ Dreams come with a priceThey are sugar and spiceDreams are so niceNightmares are an unlucky roll of the dice   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/995876/ Losing my passionForgetting faith, grace, and hopeOn the path I go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/995110/ It was a huge battle. Our enemies were attacking us from behind, killing our back troops as the ones in front of us created a bomb diversion. Ten of their soldiers died just be being slammed against the bomb by others. I whistled and my troops in the trees swung out on jungle vines, using a rock to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/995083/ QuietStill there waitingFor somebody to helpHumming her mysterious songStanding HelplessAfraid of changeStrangers don't understandA growing problem for the worldListen BeforeIt is too lateHelp spread awareness ofSomething that changes our livesPlease help&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994661/ I see that she's differentAnd everybody's staringBut all through the crowdNobody's caring She hummed and clapped 3 timesShe knocked something over. CLING!And she seemed still obliviousTo everybodys shadowing  Nobody understands herAnd the parents hide in the crow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994459/ Death is nearIt's almost hearI am feeling coldI am growing old They bring me flowersI count the hoursThe days slip byI know I will die I fall asleepIt's hard to breatheI close my eyesI say goodbye I have dreams of livingAnd thank you for what I've been .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994278/ Tattered paws on dirtTail wagging in angerUnremembered beast http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994271/ I am flying highAbove the skyOver the starsI just passed Mars I can breatheIn this black, strange seaI'm flying with wingsI can see everything I am flying highAbove the skySliding down Saturn's ringsI'm flying with wings I am flying highAbove the skyI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994176/ The skyReveals the sunAnd the glowing white moonBirds majestically fly aboveThe sky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994169/ I hear agonyEmerging from my loved onesPain feels contagiousTears are running down our cheeksIf only we could stop this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994116/ Pain hurt and sorrowDeafening screams and scared shrieksThere is no escape  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994114/ Storm clouds rumble inThe roars of thunder threatenBlinding light flashes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994110/ After a long rainAfter the clouds fade awayI see a rainbow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994108/ Gentle trees swayingPicking berries from a bushThe sun peeks in Spring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994107/ Gentle paintbrush strokesOn a blank empty canvasForming a new dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994105/ Wind blowing softlyScattering the autumn leaves Waiting for Winter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994102/ I am falling down                             Faster than a waterfall              &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994099/ Pain that I can't feelBut tears that are realThings I can't explainBut I do anyways Words can't console meWhen I feel like being lonelyAnd I'm wondering whyWhy did I Take a head to the wallWhen I know I'm about to fallPut a happy face onAs the tears come down&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/994096/ I blindly reached for my dagger and stabbed the enemy until I could be sure he was dead. Considering the enemy was a dragon, nobody would mind my murduring him.The dragon's name was Gar, and he haunted my tribe for ages. Most people think about ancient chinese people when the think about drag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993831/ Behind my soulLives my self, vulnerableCovered by jokesAre tears and croaks Behind my heartIs a very cold dartThat poisoned my loveAnd killed a dove In silent painI cover a soul filled with rainNobody can seeThe dart that killed me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993711/ Te amoEn la oscuridadTe amoEn la solTe amoSi¿Me amas?-------I love youIn the darknessI love youIn the sunI love youYesDo you love me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993707/ I see pain and sorrow around me.I see a newspaper on the ground, only talking about death and tragedy. I fold the paper into a butterfly and then set it free.I want something nice in the world, for everyone to see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993639/ I am blind to the true meaning of things.I am deaf to the warnings they give me.I can't smell danger an inch away.I can't feel in the air that something is deadly.But I have tasted near-death, something not everyone can say.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993636/ I scurried home from the bus stop in a panic. I slammed open the doors of my home and covered my face with my backpack. "How was school, honey?" she asked me in her polite 'I honestly don't care' voice."Hmmmmmmmm," I hummed and ran to my room.I put down my backpack and stared into mirror... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993631/ I was worried they would laugh at me for my glasses.I'd be expected to be smart, but it might've been a good cover for my dyslexia.Why did my glasses have to make this all so complicated? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993462/ Can't you see your breath in the air?Only I can feel this coldListen to me when I say that I'mDying from this cold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993461/ Top 10 of the Best Things Ever 1. Loneliness2. Quiet3. A sense of danger4. Fog5. Mist6. Nightmares7. Cold8. Distance9. Determination10. Everything you don't think is great http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993459/ They say that teenagers think they're immortal, but all I can ever think about is death. When it comes so close, I hold my breath, and think that it will be the last one I take.I'm not immortal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993455/ InspirationYou can pull it from anywhereBut inspiration really comes from nowhere http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993454/ I fell to my doom and lost my sight.I couldn't see anything.As an author, I couldn't even pick up a pen.I'd lost my one true love, no man or obsession, I lost my true-calling. My ability to write was taken away, and I could no longer read to build off of ideas.My ability to speak was slowl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993453/ A feather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993321/ I just watched all of my dreams get out of my clutched fingers.I never got the chance to say goodbye to any of it.But now I'm looking at something that reminds me of it in an alley in a city nobody has ever heard about.I saw everything I loved when I looked at it.I said goodbye and walked aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993311/ Two skunks went to church and had to sit in their own pew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993286/ The cold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MistyFog/993283/