http://slow.writerscafe.org/invadingoreo The original writings of author Mr. Moore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040059 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I jumped,  I reached, A hand outstretched, While the other,  Is held close to the chest.I clutch the cloth,That covers me, Containing fear, Fear of flying so free.Soaring toward, The sky above, To meet the moon, To dance with stars I love.Soaring the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1115676/ The fallen snow crunches beneath  the heels, of my boots as I trudge through a field. A former orchard where blossoms once bloomed,Now decayed, conspired with the gloom.The snow keeps falling,  some gentle some fierce, As the wind begins whipping,  the chill does pierce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1114448/ The rustle of paper,The shuffling of feet,So nervously tapers, The fears of the weak,With hard, black ridgesHair raises in fear,With an absence of bridges,The danger draws near,A piercing ringing,The battle horns sound,No longer left lingering,The marching echoes resound,Take your positions,Pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1081477/ life is tough, truly it is. We toil away in academia, and then we toil away at our jobs to scrounge a living for ourselves. Its a dirty, often degrading, fight that leaves one battered and broken on the other side and you wonder to yourself what is the purpose of it? Why is the path so wrought .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1079066/ None wish to address the past,Into how or why our live did not last,So tread not the path I go,It's solitude I seek, leave alone this stone.Removed of love, I do tread dutifully, Why leave such a precious stone be?Do so because I seek to escape pity's peak,A stone is not if seen as weak.See not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1055661/ I lay propped upon my being, staring at this arachnid that so peacefully strung with such intricacy, its webs of infinite complexity. How they wove together, and with what beauty they shone, these strands of strength and subtle grace. Such a minute creation of paramount cons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1045954/  I fell heavily to the ground,Dazed, gasping for a breath.I turn my weary eyes up,To the towering mound.The heights I had once reached,Now not but a distant dream.I would like for nothing more, than to retreat and admit defeat.All that time spent reaching,And finally achieving, then to fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1042535/ Misconceptions floating about, Landing where they may,To those who hear, they know not, But to allow the words to stay,Before one tries to clarify, The lies have grown to eclipse the eyes,Blinded now by prejudiced minds, The truth will die without a sigh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1042475/ Living for the Moment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1041900/ Crickets chirp and the fireflies glow,Innocently, playfully into the darkness they go,in and out, to and fro,their abstract, ongoing flight,takes them deeper into the sparkling night,apart from worry, apart from sorrow,they continue their dance ,unto the morrow, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1041565/ Cares to theWind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1040128/ What fate befalls the fallen, If not to rise again,What troubles lie ahead,That can't be trumped through zen,Open hearts and open minds, To all due ends come with time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1039695/ What is it that allows for  me,to basque in the balm of your serenity? Be it the will of god or that of time,That allowed these passing months to be sublime.Yet greater fare now lies in wait,Together we now move towards our fate.So fret not those burdens that we bear,Shall be bou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1039693/ That which is best bestowed upon me,be not the breath that so sweetly,graces these lips of mine,nor be it in earth, fire or waterwhere that of most import lie ,it is of that elusive moment in time,those precious pieces that cling so to my minds eye,where I may see the heart of mine own,that which fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1039692/ I came across a wounded rose,And knelt beside where he did lay, His thorns were clipped and so with woe, He crossed unto where reapers wait.Before he faded I had to ask, What has dealt you this fatal blow, A shrug, and so fell a well worn flasklove, so neatly inscribed below.Oh s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1039689/ What is lightning if not beauty,That to behold would be so brief,Indeed a flash, lit so brightly,To see it pass, so like a thief. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/invadingoreo/1039684/