http://slow.writerscafe.org/pdc The original writings of author pdc en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776163624 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You washed your muddy hands on my soul and left it dirty and cold... rant of the broken hearted.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018649/ Dinner, a walk, a night spent in my bed... love everlasting one breath at a time.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018647/ The difference between forgetting something and losing something is the distance back when you realize something is missing... pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018644/ No smile is harder than the one left unseen.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018641/ Sometimes... words and music carry the day.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_ZZR3LVw2cpdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018639/ The sound of lost love is little more than the echo of a broken heart that refuses to stop beating... though at times you wish it would.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018638/ I ask you this - what is the heavier load to bear... true love or the lack thereof.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018637/ The need to be romantic in a slow and thoughful kind of way.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018636/ We begin life alone and can only hope one day it will end in an opposite way.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018635/ How do you hold onto something when something disappears... how do you recapture what is gone when you're forgotten.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018634/ Some things you never forget... some things are better to never to have learned.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018633/ Have you just lost your way... or just an interest in finding your way back.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/1018631/ Somebody asked me what my idea of Heaven was… a curious question for sure considering I’m not a believer in Heaven. Not a believer in religion - things holy. Still, I can appreciate the thought - the sentiment behind such wonderings. So I said - well, I guess .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/501881/ Traveler – heed this advice as you go – stay ye to the road – follow well the worn path – the journeys end is upon you... thy soul be at rest when the day is done. pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/448523/ Some things... you never forget. And so it was - as I prepared to attend my 20 year high school reunion - that I looked forward to seeing again the object of my pre-teen desire... the little girl with dark hair and eyes I kissed one day as we walked from school. The little girl I had grown u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/382385/ Funny thing about fate - at least it seems to me - it always brings you 'round where you ought to be. pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/350677/ Morning baby girl... or has morning already come and gone where you are - silently slipping from beneath the covers - tip-toeing to the door... quietly gone now down the hall. pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/341093/ You make me smile - cause me to feel - to be... more than I am. pdc  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/325032/ She asked why - I explained how - she had been done in by her own success - not wishing as I did... to simply be the next guy. pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/323880/ When a lot is on your mind - take your lover off of it for a while - it usually helps... having one less thing usually does. pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/323879/ There's honesty - dishonesty... and then there's what gets you what you want. pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/317918/ The only reason why I don't want this to begin... is I don't want it to end. pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/301311/ If it's the best thing I've ever done... why don't I feel better. Why is it what others cherish - I hold with disdain. pdc   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/273674/ One none... and done. pdc   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/273672/ Wounded heartsWayward souls The child within unseenProtect usKeep usWatch over us as we sleepHold me - I am a little girlLove me - I am a lost boyBe our guideLead us never astray Help us discover joy this and every daypdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/270773/ I had my life... I should have had apple pie too. pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/266635/ I am not a prince - I wear no privilege - I am worn and torn as I seek out comfort... as I seek out love. pdc  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/265102/ Time is the true measure of all things – the easiest measured of which being interest.  Something you would appear to have little of considering the time for you – your note – to arrive. pdc   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/252766/ Sleep deprived for sure - however home nonetheless... as nonetheless I feel I've been missed.pdc  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/251888/ I will need to confirm - confirm my schedule still permits - the meeting we have planned. One that will begin with a welcoming embrace - a warm kiss hello that starts on the corner of your mouth and moves to your nose... finishing where your hair grows short and moist as I would grow hard... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/230493/ Today - as you go about your day - catch sight of me if you will. A shinny surface - the reflection of my future self - beside or behind you as faster and faster do I move through time to be with you.During waking hours – as my sleep comes too – ever closer do you now come into v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218951/ So you say - so you imply... though your sly grin does give you away.Give you away - expose your ruse - that you would have given your hand - let me lead you down the hall... to hide with me beneath covers deep.Heartbreaker? Temptress?Yes... yes indeed - thy aliases' now known to me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218949/ Ideas – both good and bad - inspirational and otherwise - rarely know what day it is... let alone what time it is.Morning - Afternoon - Evening - even as we sleep our thoughts are ever at work embracing us - at times betraying us… as they seek to become real.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218948/ Time takes from you – all that it would give you – leaving in its place experience. Leaving as well the question… is it a fair trade.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218947/ Sleep came to me slowly - then left quickly... realizing you were on my mind.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218946/ Good Morning… always early morning for me as this time of day I enjoy so.Feeling as I do - feeling as I could - be the watched pot that never boils... the tree that falls deep in the woods leaving those to wonder if a sound was made.A sound beyond that of pulling back your covers and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218944/ When you think back – when you consider your youth – the things that went bump in the night… the things that you feared most.Was not the thing you feared most – the thing you still fear most today… the truth told – the truth not believed.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218943/ Not easy being pretty - harder still to be unkind... rant of the party girl.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218942/ You hear that... listen - washing up against your window - the remnants of Mother Natures Midnight Rain.A rain like none other is the rain that falls during the magical stroke of midnight.For midnight is when Mother Nature comes to make the world right... looking out as she does changing wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218941/ There was a sigh - as sadness filled her eyes... as she discovered herself to be the fool. As she discovered she had read between the lines - when nothing between the lines had been written.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218940/ When we were kids - there was a fine line between wanting something and needing something - most typically, wanting to stay up - needing to go to bed.Now, these many years later - the line blurred - our needs and wants nearly merged... as I sit here in the dark thinking of you - I wonder - if th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218939/ We move as one - as one group - carrying our profiles as though they were the chains poor Marley bore as he visited upon his former partner Ebenezer.   Realizing as we have - realizing as we do - we've become the Ghost of Christmas Past. pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218937/ Look at you - asleep, so at peace - as if your Guardian Angel herself tucked you in last night.shhhhh - sleep, I'll be brief and oh so quiet - as I'm reminded there was a time when 25 words or less... the right 25 words or less - just might win a prize.That said - and as you run and play wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218936/ Evening Princess… make that early evening – though I suppose it could be morning by the time this note finds it’s way to you.Or never – should it be lost among those of my fellow suitors… gathering imaginary dust as it sits and waits never to be found. pd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218935/ As I now goAs this note comes to an endI take myself back to bedTo wake again later when I shouldAs I go thoughAs I walk down the hallI take you with me in spiritTo hug and kiss beneath the coversAs we whisper of love in the darkpdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218934/ Ambiguity - is the hallmark of a verbal person... believe me when I say.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218933/ I'm reminded of a line - a bygone line - one that found the men folk lining up early and often for.As off in the distance - at it's beginning - stood a pretty girl that could have been you... underneath a sign written in red lipstick - Kisses $1.00And though the sign has long since faded - t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218932/ Tonight, as you slide between top and bottom sheet - may you dream the dream of your youth.When you were a little girl and the world and was so much bigger then it is today... and the universe still full of mysteries - waiting for you to solve.pdc   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218930/ Morning Princess... though by the looks of your rhythmic breathing morning is still hours away as you wait out the nights darkness in the deepest corners of Slumberland.shhhhh - sleep - and perhaps you'll remember there what I whisper here.That I love you – miss you – and long to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218928/ Opportunity - can be - at times the evilest of wicked step-sisters... offering hope - delivering yet disappointment.pdc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pdc/218927/