http://slow.writerscafe.org/Klynw3 The original writings of author Klyn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016775 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Freedom from demons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/1392379/ Balthazaar....a fallen angel, a demon and an empty soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/1376254/ A friend asked me to write something for a webpage for National and International missing children awareness day is on the 25th. I sat down and jotted this out really quick. Thought I'd share :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/975434/ Just a moment I wished I could stop in time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/963030/ SShe sat there at the desk sipping her chammomile coffee in her black, silk pant suit, Jimmy Choo shoes with hher Gucci bag  dangling down the side of the chair.  When she sees me, she eloquently stands up, holds out her hand and introdces hherself.  I glance down and l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/955255/ With many miles under her feet and many untold stories still left to sell,She limped on like a maimedanimal lickingher wounds, hoping the predatorwon't be able to tell. Fastly approaching and wearilyaccepting the winningloss of dreams thatslowly seem to untie,Ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/882255/ A piece written for an online organization I belong to dedicated to stopping domestic violence and child abuse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/867267/ Promises are supposed to be kept...this I shall keep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/838029/ Life is today, death is forever...DON'T WAIT! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/832906/ My diagnosed personality disorder! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/829528/ I think my tinsel is in a tangleThe sights of holiday cheer everywhereI hear the laughter and the bells jingleWait! Did she snag the last modern warfare?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/828976/ Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future--Oscar Wilde. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/824722/ A whisper of feathery words so far awayis an intangible embrace longing to holdon to that sweet promise of fulfillmentthat is oh so taunting in it’s warm desire. Her fingertips burn with sensations ofthat remembered seduction, aching totouch the pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/813872/ Goodnight mon ami! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/799851/ We all have our own demons, skeletons in our closets...our own battles of good vs evil. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/795478/ A cheesy song I just wrote while listening to Lifehouse. :-P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/791392/ Tis the season the dairy farm behind my house becomes empty. And as the air becomes less pungent, I can't get past the thoughts of their horrible fate... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/789771/ A little ditty about the s**t in me. ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/784376/   It was a sad and torturous moment. Something that happened that didn't seem real to me. Something it seemed as if I was watching from the outside or on a movie screen. Who was that girl and what was happening to her? But that's how I look at all things...everything is just an event tucked awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/739671/ And it was done without remorsenor sorrow or crying shameIt was out of pure hatredknowing that you could dothe same. Floating through a riverof glass and fromthe parting seasThe past will come to haunt youfor you will be crying to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/738168/ Teach me the songthe words of the songin my heartwords I can speakbut don't comprehendthe meaning of thelanguage speaking to methat encompass mysoul, my mind andwant me to understandthe whispering tonesof feelings that onlyyou know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/724500/ Leaning over me and pulling my chin up with his big, stubby fingers he asks, "Where is that thunder, that drive that I once knew?" Turning away, I toed the pebble-rocks at the lakes edge forcefully and then looked at the bottom of my foot to see how many were stuck in the rubber grooves of&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/717727/ "Hold your head up and roaaaar!"That is what my friend says to me.Perhaps I could do that ifeveryone put value on peoplelike they would gold.Then again, gold is shiny andsome say perfect.I'm not shiny and I'm notperfect so I guess I hold novalue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/714189/ Unburied, unfolded and intriguedBoundless with emotion --stopped dead.Again…and again…and again. No longer can the pain seep intoThe many doors left open;  for now They are shut and closed tight. The existing memories there are enough.And still I see the encha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/700994/ A smack-in-the-face realization of what's truly important http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/668697/ Tiramisu--meaning pick me up in Italian...... A truly delectable treat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/659585/ Self realization and appreciation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/658271/ A poem about endless love.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/653108/ My son, C.J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/414900/ a poem about domestic violence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/396888/ I was walking at the river one day...this is a reflection of my quitting smoking, losing weight and changing my lifestyle to be a healthier, stronger me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/346086/ So, I had a rough night at work http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/346084/ He AwaitsI'll sing you a lullaby little oneTo chase you to your dreamsTo stop your pain and hurtingAnd to give you eternal peaceWhere beauty and love awaits youThere is no burden for you to crossYour sorrow and agony are overNo more emptiness and lossI can hold the moon in one ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245885/ §õmëßõdÿ'š Ðåügh†ér I used to be somebody's daughterI was the apple of his eye"like a reflection in the mirror"my father would always cry. Adorned with bows and ribbonsin my auburn&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245884/ Fluttering of the wings I captureInto my sights so vividly clearFilling my soul and mind enrapturedChasing away all fear. Feeding my eyes with much assortmentShowing its beauty is divineSplashes of colors are so vibrantWith each an original design. Moving along wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245883/  Now close the windows and hush all the fieldsAnd turn away a blind eyeOr hold out your hand and offer your helpAnswer the innocent cry.   Such a happy place it used to beWhere innocence was free to roamBut evil that has lurked beyond a graspHas rapidly made itself known &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245882/ Sitting on my porch swing listening to the rain ping,reminiscing of a childhood that should have been.Splashing in the puddles and twirling an umbrella,soaking up God's tears dripping from the clouds. Playing in the free tide, watching a boat drift by,Admiring a rainbow wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245879/ Washing away my face today, I forgot who I was supposed to be.Becoming my own tormentor, I forgot what it was to be me.Allowing judgment of others to form my acceptable societal beingMasking the true person inside that is unparallel to any.We are so accustomed to disguising ourselves to othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245877/ The American Dream at long last it stoodOn a busy corner at old highway 25Built solid of cement rock and woodA full service station with deli came alive. The Leger Store the sign proudly displayedA name respected in the small communityHomemade dumplings ready on any given dayWit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245874/ A family picture face downA myriad of broken glass Dispersed across the floor,Silence with no explanationReadily a hesitationA symphony of discord Sacred vows become the pastA union now a mockeryProfound visions to abhor,Humiliation now the elementLove is forever lostTo .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245872/ A tickle of wings I feel Beautiful butterflies at my feetCircling my ankles Dancing with me in the streetEnjoying the beautiful hummingFluttering wings make.   Gaiety fills the airHappiness in the windIndelible impressions madeJoyful hearts will singKnowing  love i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245869/ I know you think that I don’t knowYou think I’m old and worn,But let me tell you little girlThis heart’s been tarred and torn.You think that I don’t understand;Can’t comprehend your pain,But burrowed in this veteran heartYou’ll find many scars remain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245868/ Happy Street Come on down to Happy StreetA place I want to shareWith elated faces, warm embracesWhere people sincerely care Come on over to Happy StreetA blissful type of placeA place to feel contentedThat will put a smile upon your face Waltz on by to Happy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245866/ Just      One             Yearning Brings this beautiful being into my life Forever      Adding            Interesting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245864/ GODS PROMISELike butterflies and waterfallsTrickling down the rays from heavenSending messages of love softlyTo let us know Gods will is written.Words we may not want to readA language we may not understandComing to grips with uncertaintyRealizing He is in command.Unanswered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245862/ Wiping my hands down the fabricThen wringing it in twists and knotsPulling on the strings from the bowHoping no one notices the spotsBecause each one represents a timeOf failure on my partTo control the monsters in my mindThat comes out from the dark.Sometimes I see their evil eyes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245861/ About my daughter, Olivia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/245860/ Butterfly Weed Ascelpias tuberose is the official name;It’s quite difficult for me to say, But you can just call it butterfly weedIt’s very beautiful either way.Found all over North America mostlyIn rock gardens, and roadsidesButterflies flock to this lovely herbFo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Klynw3/136423/