http://slow.writerscafe.org/SHANE0804 The original writings of author Shane Patrick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984249 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm waiting for the hurt to go away There is so much I still need to sayComplete is how you make me feelI said all the wrong things, without you nothing is realYou will be the last person I will ever say I loveI'm crying for us with the silence My heart feels sick, my tears fall I ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/1072898/   With every passing day I fall more in love with youCharted a path with you forever living each day one at a timeGrowing is hard sometimes with who we are and what we doI hold your image close, waiting for a sign… Of things to come, all I know is my heart belongs with youLivin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/1052625/   My journey has been twisted by timeI can see that little girl in the woman before meOh how I missed you, I kept you safe in my heart…I turned to the sea and found no comfort I live in regret of how I lost youTrapped by how short life is…Oh how I mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/1052621/  The air is thin around beauty so fair, watching you slumber in the morning air. Blessed by one of nature's faithful gifts, Alone no more the burden from my heart lifts. Soft are your beddings ruffles and lace, looking at your tiny hand in mine, I kiss your face. Deep brown, how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/401631/  How old were you? I was 19, it was winter, cold, bitter cold. a lot of what you are going through can maybe be explained if I knew some of the specifics. I will try but no guarantees on how far I can go with it Understood.. It was 1993 I had just repor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/401618/ Part 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/393660/ part 1 of a 3 part short epic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/393658/ Layers of white wrapped around fluffy pillows breeze through the window sheer curtains raised in the air flow to the ceiling and to the ground still touch your skin, kiss your back.. Feel your hand cradle in mine breath slow and tired lay on my chest hear the heartbeat day fades to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/363533/ Past has been written, ghosts haunt your mind Fear lay on the horizon for future have silent past whispers Damages of consequence is life, live and be alive, never settle, never falter. Questions abound! Where to go? Where to find safety… Do I make this choice? Be who you are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/363529/ I have seen your face before, found again on the rocks of a western shore. The sunlight grows in your hair, shown through your skin so fair. It’s been awhile since we bid farewell, on the past times and memory I dwell. Share to me your adventures please, do not make me beg or wis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/363527/  Victories go the spoils to the spoiled load your plate, before others... go the gluttony, and the meat. Seek fulfillment, not today. Sleep those days away do nothing do not open your eyes to the sound of the clock go the sloth, and time for happiness seek motivation, not toda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/295294/ Little Darker http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/293989/  My friend you will soon be the sun on the horizon The place where the sea meets the sky That is where I will find you It is where I will find that familiar touch The touch of friendship, the sense of wonder It reaches into my heart every time you are near The sense of wonder yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/289821/ My most awarded piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/289808/ Invited for sonnets and ale, journey to Galway I set my sail! Pour me a warm Guinness my friend, restless and shattered my mind in need of a mend. Bartender hand me my pint, lay my weary head in her hands, I might! Drink and read to me from Yeats and Frost, Milton too oh please! Para.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/239215/ For honor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/239211/ Long has it been from the wooded path you pointed you shoes towardThe path of warn grass matted to a yellow tint...the smell of Mimosa in the air as the white blows from the distanceGone... retruned from it and miss those you held in high regardWish you saw a glimpse of the passion from a li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SHANE0804/231647/