http://slow.writerscafe.org/Finnigan7 The original writings of author Sunshadow Coyote en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012970 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I have fears that I may cease to feed.Before my pen has felt my thoughtful brain,Before high-piled books, I plan to read,Held like rich man's money clip, impossible to drain.When I behold, upon the night's scared face,Unique misty symbols of a true romance,And think that I may never live to tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1024278/ Traveling faster than the speed of lightShe grabs my hand and we take flight.Below the city twinkles light,Larger than the sun and just as bright.She gasps and traces her hand in the mist.While the other gradually tightens around my wrist.She is happy and content, faithfully .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1021273/ Gods hunt for mortal wives for a reasonConnections can tame the fear and awe in people.Looking out my window I discover the world In a blade of grassI often see colors in such wondrous complexity,It excites my senses, telling me beauty is just. If only my mind stopped and ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1020612/ I’ll look into your eyes,Far into the oceanForever Like a wall of starsWe are right to fallForever You’ll look into my eyesFar into the desertForever I call your name loudReaching out my handForever I see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1019586/ It's been years in the makingIn my skin I am shaking from the coldI am tired from the takingAnd my heart it won't stop breaking and I know... Moving forward can't be this hardI'm just trying to find outWho I am on my ownI had you right beside meBut now you're gone and I knowThat when the room c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1017279/ Life is just an illusion. I'm so numb, I am so alone. My heart is broken clean in two. And it does not matter at all. Nothing matters. They say you can make a difference in the world. Maybe you can, but no one will remember forever. Even if its written in a bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1017033/ My mind is my church,The church is haunting me.Feelings only a blind man can see.You explain to friends feelings of a stranger.When you are really the one wanting to be understood.You want them to know the warning signs, without thehumilityTake a bow I’ve done my part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1016496/ Red and crimson.Touching and breathing.Everything covered in sweet dew.Lovely and poisonous.Pounding and stress.Message not received.Crashing and burning.Spark and lightSmoke fills your soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1016014/ The trajectory is set, the wind is accounted for,The steady breathing of the warrior is running through his core.He sees the doe grazing, gnawing at the grass,His eagle spirit flies above, making pass after pass.He often compares life to this moment now,The stillness of the world, his crea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1015633/ When two roads diverge in a yellow wood,Do you take the one less traveled? Most people would.Then wouldn’t the road less traveled, become the mostinstead?And the road most traveled lessened to now the empty trailhead.Be careful of who you follow, or who you think you lead.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1015605/  Loved by many, but feeling so aloneIt’s that overwhelming feeling that your thoughts are just adrone.Piloted by this empty shell, created for one purpose youcan’t seeLifeless as a rusty gate, growing like a tree,You wonder just how long before your time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1015597/ Trust is like water, ever flowing in our mindEven if it’s tainted, people will risk blood to findThat reassuring glance from the people heard on high,That temporarily confirms the dreams of a lie. Is that all it takes to control the thirsty masses?Is the plasti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Finnigan7/1015594/