http://slow.writerscafe.org/WildOarKid The original writings of author WildOarKid en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020063 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There was this being that once ruled this land and his name was one of many. He created the ewarth and the things we see, He gave us food and water in plenty. And one day this being made man in His image, not knowing the BIG MISTAKE...because the image He made would one day soon prove that the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WildOarKid/354033/ As a society, a unitary clan, held oppressed by a corrupted government's hand,bound by chains with no remains of our history, not a myth, nor a tale but a story, lying in the mist of one's mystery.We must not egress, nor regress, but progress and I do stress the knowledge that we are seeking, ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WildOarKid/346238/ I'm big, i'm bright, i'm a star in the making,My beauty is deep, my stride is long, I'm pretty, i'm witty, i'm sexy and vexy,My sights are set high and my spirit is strong.My sister, my sister, your beauty is true, it flows from my soul to every part of you, feel free to be happy with the skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WildOarKid/346236/ Inspite of what my foes may think, of the personal journey into the past,Rehashing the old, with every intent to dispose, provides me the freedom from my bondage at last.Without the challenges that accompany pain, or the tears i sometimes shed, its indiscriminate and identifies the empty shell t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WildOarKid/343370/ The subtle hint of rose hips linger, on the delicate lips of a lover's last kiss- caressing cheeks with a gentle finger. the simplicity of romance gets no better than this. Wind dusted hair dances wildly about as candle flames- once ambiance mood lighting are quickly carried out.The fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WildOarKid/324321/ burping in the face of the bureaucracy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WildOarKid/243716/ An experimentation poem for your enjoyment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WildOarKid/237211/   Today I have called a truce,no longer shall I contest the truth.For I am gravely ill.  There's no physically evident deformity I'vecontracted, mentally diseased-- or call ita tragedy's plague has diagnosed me as lackingthe will.  Its utterly sickening that I'm obsessed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WildOarKid/234162/