http://slow.writerscafe.org/chr66is The original writings of author chr66is en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062889 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One bleak morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chr66is/1277885/ New stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chr66is/467648/ About being invisible. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chr66is/416053/ Don't be too hip. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chr66is/415423/ ??? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chr66is/415344/ For a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chr66is/313737/ sometimes silence stalks me steady,seemingly discreet, but ready,lack of noise destroys composure,reeling from my soul's exposure, sometimes stillness scars me slowly,desecrating all that's holy,sitting motionless i wonder,how my life was torn asunder, sometimes madness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chr66is/313704/ today my heart was ripped apartin countless little pieces,strewn about the parking lotso sure, but not quite right this situationpulled up in my drivewayhad to ask you one more thingi hoped would somehow bringa bit of solace or relief,or validate my sad beliefthat there could ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chr66is/308254/ i dream about                                               &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chr66is/308249/ My first poem in about eight months!!! 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