http://slow.writerscafe.org/WritingMyLife The original writings of author Erin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064881 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I dream of worlds I've never seen.Of places that I've never known.I wish of people I've never met.Of a life away from home.These four walls contain me,They keep me safe from harm.Home is safe, it's comfortable.But within these walls, I'll never get far.The world is calling and I lust to answer.Big c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051756/ buried alive in sickness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051733/ when all you remember are the fights that had happened http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051701/ that's all we really are http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051700/ those darn zombies! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051699/ Why do these streaks of color linger? Why do I cry at the things I remember? Why can I reach out and feel you, Yet you seem so far away?   Where did all this pain come from? Why does it feel like this now? Where did your hand go? I reach and I feel you, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051698/ Scarlet red on a patchwork of blueA beautiful sight this moon does produce.Look at the moon dwelling in our shadow,An eclipse most common, nobody cares.Watch as the moon turns a deeper shade of red,A moment so perfect and shown to so few.This night is so beautifulWatching the moon... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051696/ love hurts more than hate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051693/ Handmade http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051410/ If you get angry with pro-lifers, I wouldn't read this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051409/ Where did my dreams go,When you took them away?You sent them to a different day.Not in the past that I no longer see.Not in the present here with me.In the future?I guess that must be soYou sent them there for me to findMaybe in a few short years,Or maybe a lifetime. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051407/ Dreams for tomorrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051406/ There once was a boy who fell in loveAnd a little girl who loved him soThe young man said that he loves he too,But no more than a friend she knows.She cries and prays most every day, knowing it'll never be.She doesn't lose faith in her dreamsNo matter how hurtful they'll be.She sits .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051378/ Those airplanes in the midnight sky,Those were wishes,Dreams for you and I.That fountain which we threw our cash,Unfulfilled wishes,Dreams from the past.The fluffy feet we held in our hands,A wish always wished for,A dream to live grand.The seeds we blew into the breeze,The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051376/ You step in your room with the missing door. No one trusts you anymore.   You sit down on your bed in an exhausted defeat You lay and the memories go on repeat.   You think of the bottle and how much you drank So many hours and moments are blank.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051374/ short poem written for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051372/ Fragile, shattered shards of glass.Another picture from the wall.We'll clean it up, replace the glass.There, good as new.The frame is crooked on the wall.The picture seems to be fading.Fading, changing, not the same.It's probably just in our minds.With a crash it falls again.Ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1051371/ Inspired from a prompt in Stephen King's novel, On Writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033754/ Don't turn aroundBehind you, they wait.Don't look at them.It isn't too late.Look at me, look into my eyes.Pretend you're oblivious to the fact that they're there.Don't let them see your eyesOr they'll know that you care.They'll only hurt me,But if you die, I'll dieDon't turn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033752/ Distorted images through the tear-stained glassReflections of a world so cold and lonelyHave you ever witnessed such a pure light?The souls glide silently, soundlessly, wordlessly.Who would ever know that they were there?Their days, our years, pass by in a blurMore tears gather on the wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033751/ You rode away unwillingly,You looked back and saw me cry.Tears of pride my father said.But he had no clue,That I was cryingBecause I missed you. When the men came riding back,Coming from the warThat told me that you were shot,At that my heart was sore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033750/ The music you left me,When you left to your home in the sky,Bittersweet the sound,But soft to the touch.It made me feel all right,It made me feel okay.It made me think of death and I wanted you to stayI did not want to force you from life nor from death.I just hop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033747/ Inspired by the Vietnam War Memorial http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033745/ trigger warning: child abuse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033742/ All the lights are misty in the river http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033741/   Do you hear the children shout?Far in the distance as they run about.I hear their shouts of joy. Do you hear the children sing?Coming closer as they run. I hear their feet pounding the gravel. Do you hear the children play?Here besi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033740/  Fairy tale wishes comingso trueCreating a world but forso few. Sweet, angelic voicessing songs of praiseBeautiful silk covers usaboveBright campfires lightsup our nightsFilling the air withsuch a sweet scent Blinding is the beautyof G.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033739/ Holocaust poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033738/ What do we do when we start seeing color?When our eyes no longer see solely in black and white?What happens when our world becomes shades of gray?How could we know what is good and right?Splotches of color blot out my visionMy childlike dreams are running awayOpinions and rumors ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033734/ Life is a song,Sing it well.Fit the notes to the sound of the drumSlowly beating more and moreSlowly beating forever more. The last thing to fall shall be our voices,Lifted high in song.Singing praise until the endRinging out ‘til hope is gone.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033733/ What’s the point in talking, if no one’s there to listen?What’s the point in listening, if the words are only empty?Pointless, empty words,Just dieing to be saidBeing forced from my lips. They disguise themselves as liesAs promises, as cheer... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033730/ Living in a dreamDreaming of a worldA world where no one criesWhere no one has to say thosePainful, last goodbyes. Where no worries roam aboutWhere everyone is happyWhere everything is a lie Fake smiles plastered on their facesFake laughs ech.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033726/ A dream in my worldA missing keyA young girl’s dreamA world of false fantasy. An old picture book of a world that once wasA room bathed in a candle’s lightA window that looks out to nothing. A young girl all aloneTrapped in the half-m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033724/ Where hair is longWhere stakes are highWhere there is no such thing as a final goodbye This is my faerie tail prisonHolds me captive in my dreamsTrapped in a surreal visionWhere nothing is ever as it seems “Off with her head!” is screamed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033723/ A rainy day and foggy glass reveal the memories you didn’tremember. The fuzzy blanket and the mug of hot chocolate. A kiss on the cheek and the scratch on your knee. Laughter on his face and that song that she’d sing. Climbing int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033721/ Silver and blue and bitter roseLaced on the edges with gold.Their wings so thin they almost move translucentlyMine are gray and hard as rockThey hardly dare to moveMy wings are only concrete.I fall to the cold, unforgiving ground every time I dare to flyTheir paper wings move w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033716/ Eulogy-like poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033710/ Intruding on the memories of an old woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033702/ The last thoughts of a mother and daughter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033691/ Eccedentesiast (noun) - A person who fakes a smile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033684/ A nine-year-old child learns the true meaning of Christmas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WritingMyLife/1033680/