http://slow.writerscafe.org/Paulina The original writings of author Pauline Marie Daley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029544 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 More of an experiement than anything else.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/356339/ Sometimes its hard to decipher truth from lies... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/352729/ Sometimes if you really love someone, you have to give them up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/301505/ Ode to a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/298601/ Just a little ditty that I wrote when a friend and I were playing improv poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/295838/ Kind of in the same vein as I Will Be Happy Again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/295790/ Its funny how sometimes you think everything's going right, and then something just smashes your perfect world,shattering it into a million pieces... all thats left to do is pick up the pieces.. and move on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/292842/ Sometimes the person that you think you should love - you don't love at all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/281137/ I wish you could stop breaking my heart.But you don't know the damage you've done.You look at her like she's the light of your life.Creating you, sustaining you, outshining the sun.And as I watch you long for her,            &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280481/ Why can't I verbalize,The way I feel so deep inside?Why can't I pick myself up?To turn away from my life's wicked luck.My heart is shaking, breaking.Under the pressure that my life is taking.I wish I could stand as tall as the sky.But I can't, so downward and downward I fly.Back on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280480/ Standing at the kitchen wall,You stand staring at me.Waiting for you to start to walk,Along the wall with me.We'll walk a little farther,As I look into your eyes,Our hands will join together,And slowly will our lives. Will you walk along the wall with me?Walk to the other en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280479/ It wasn't easy for me to open up again.To unlock the locks that bar by heart.But I felt like we could be amazing friends.That we'd be eternal, that our paths would never part.At first I was right, this silly fantasy of mine.We were close, shared secrets, shared lives.But life's not easy,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280478/ I entered this tunnel so vast and deep,An innocent child, my own life to keep.Wanting to see a life of light,But blinded by the world's hateful night.A step forward, I stumbled and fell.Two steps back, the past I know well.Crawling, low, close to the ground.Looking for a path, but no p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280476/ I sat in the car one chilly November day,And looked up towards the sky.Across the horizon dark clouds played,Keeping the sun on the other side.I thought the clouds were dark and bleak,Until I looked again,And saw the radient golden peaks,To me, its light, the sun did send.As I watche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280474/ Black and blue surrounds your face,Your arms, your legs and every place.Bruises - like paint on your skin,Covered over, your tears held in.I wondered how you could survive,But for you living, was wanting to die.Every night, your heart torn out,Matching the screams from your throat so l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280473/ An oyster guards its pearl so prized,Sleeping, shining, deep inside.Hidden by water so high,Untouched by us, floating by. Water falls deep in teh woods,Sun shining wherever it could,Leaves dancing lightly in the breeze,Beautious colors right on the trees. A difficult tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280472/ Someone once asked me whyI write about things so tragic.About people's lives flashing by,And being unfurrled like magic.About children dying, children killing,Their little hands armed and willing.Hate burned into people's hearts,Tearing our worlds all apart.Life is a gift from God ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280471/ I wrote this for my grandparents final anniversary. A few weeks later, my grandfather died of cancer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280470/ I feel as if the words will burst from me,If I don't tell you this, you see.Standing by you, close as two people could be,But having to wait an eternity,To tell you that I love you. My hands hang lightly in yours,From my eyes my life itself pours,From your smile I myself soar,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280469/ A glance upward on a clear, blue night.Brought to me an incredible sight.Simple words cannot express,The way I felt myself regress,Into this little planet we call earth.Seeing it, gave life a new birth.A dark blue canvas laid our above,Held stars that gleamed of hope and love.I caugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280467/ Candles burning brightlyShining on faces of friends,Guitars strumming lightlyWishing this never ends.Songs go round and round,Laughter floats and flies,Beautiful notes sound,As life around them dies. A single note simple and pureFills our soul with glee.Anything that note .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280466/ I awaken to the serenadeOf the ocean's waves.Lying on a dock - all alone.The stars the only light gave.Standing, staring at a silent star.For me the lofty heavens played.Taking hold of me.My mind flying but away so far.A step - wood creaked while stars shone.   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280465/ Funny little robots sitting in a line,Standing up, sitting down all at the same time.Listening to a speaker speak words of assumed truths,Putting money in a plate like money at a booth.Singing praises while minds wander,Sacred things these minds don't ponder.But they think of "bette.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280464/ A poem I wrote for my grandfather's funeral. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280269/ A story was being told,The words coming from me.So I looked over, so bold,To see what your reaction would be.But the eyes that met mine,Were so far away.Another place, another time,Why, I can't say.Love and longing so combined,To understand them I do try.Happy and sad all intertw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280266/ Snow covers the ground and dusts the trees.Dark little birds fly wherever they please,Wild animals is what one sees,In the rolling hills of Stephentown. The road curves sharply just up ahead.Wood stoves burn creating a warm bed.Oh how beautiful! Is what is said,In the rolling hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280265/ Why do the living live, but to die?What do the dying do, but sigh?How pointless this charade seems.Life and Death on opposite teams.With eighty years, life will toy.Twenty more, death will destroy.What life is really worth living?A life taking or a life giving?You must be careful, yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280263/ There once was a man,That decided that life was just too long.He put on hope and happiness a ban,Because his saddness was just too strong. He dressed in his best suit and tieAnd walked out the door.The people that passed him byWeren't important to him anymore. He walked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280262/ A child's eye sees things so clear,Their lives are free from hate or fear.Things that we ourselves can't see,Is how a child views the world to be.Life to us seems so complex,And life's problems do, us vex.But children with a simple eye,Just watch life's worries fly them by. - .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280257/ Have you ever layed in your bed,           staring up at the ceiling?Just sitting and staring,           until you've lost all feeling?Your mind flies to the dark sky's above,  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280238/ In reality, what really is real?Is fantasy simply just make belive?When an old man raves of a life long past,And holds his truth in a memorable cast,For him this fantasy is very real.There's no amount of truth that could him heal. The unfortunate girl that sanity has left,In ano.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280232/ A weight upon my heart,Hanging by a heavy string.This strange weightless part,Is what living will bring.When life is good, well life is great.But the truth is, life's filled with hate.A child, beat in the park by friends.People just watching, but it never ends.An innocent boy, bruise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280226/ Early one afternoon the sun was high,Two boys leaped and jumped to the sky.Back and forth a cowhide flew.The clouds were white and the laces were too. Then one day, the boys were men.The ball still flies whenever it can.But when it does, its with a team.Its much more fun, or so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280224/ Do friends really last forever?Its such a very long time.To stay together, forever, and neverdrift apart, seems like a nursary rhyme.When things happen and people leave,All you can do is sigh.You give them a silent reprieve,And wave your friends good-bye. But why does it have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280223/ I stepped out into the dark night's light,And saw a grand city.It shone and sparkled and lit up bright,And to the whole world showed pity.I wondered how something so far away could effect me so much,How something could be so wonderful, that I couldn't even touch.As I stood in awe below t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280220/ About a good friend that was murdered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280218/ There's really nothing we can do, nothing we can say,Because these things keep on happening anyway.When tragedy strikes like night's dark veil,When mere rain, turns to icy hail.When love is something forign and strange,When life seems like it will never change.But a friend can be very va.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280216/ The poem that started it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280214/ Have fun while you're young,Within the realms of reason.Meet people, do things,In each and every season.Don't forsake your family,But give them a little space.You'll live happily,In every different place.Then you'll grow up,And meet someone new.And with any luck,They'll be the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280212/ When things start to go wrong,And there's nothing I can do,I know that somewhere out there,I will be with you.When everyone does too muchAnd I think of running away,You're always there sayin'Stay girl, stay.Sometimes things are just too much,So I try to stay awayFrom everyone and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280209/ A child is brought into this world,He acts so cute and he is twirled,In circles around parents and friends,They never even think to lend,Him to a stranger for them to feed,Attention is the only thing he would never need.Then one day he's thirteen,Everyone's now cruel and mean.He can'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280207/ An orange light lit the dark field,Its rays lay on waht our work would yield.Just the five of us alone in the dark,Tools hit the ground and left a deep mark.The stars shone in a blanket of blue,The trees waved as the geese flew.The different shades of orange and black,Crawled and leape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/280204/ A sad story with a happy ending http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/237967/ A song a friend and I made up years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paulina/237964/