http://slow.writerscafe.org/izmerg The original writings of author Rhonda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995677 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I just had to get this off my chest... pretty random. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/315741/  The only words I hear in your eyesTell me how much you hate me.The only words I feel in my soulTell me that this is all wrong.And yet I stay, just to have my soul bruised again.How many bruises can a soul have before it becomes black,Before it is caged in a place of numbness an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/314426/ This was a freewrite that I had to do for a class. It was my first freewrite in a long time. I didn't edit my thoughts at all. I wrote it out in the middle of nowhere. way up the mountains. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/309867/ Something a little different http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/259579/ Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/245305/ I've found that everything I write seems to be dark and cold. I'm trying something new. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/235465/ This is my first attempt at writing a short story. It�s, by far, the most emotional thing I�ve ever written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/235460/  I decided to write a poem about love.I searched in candy, hearts, and chocolate…But love was no where to be found.I kissed, smiled, and reminisced…But love was some how missing. It began to snow,And I thought “I hate snow…”How can I write.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/192623/ I know to many women like this, it's sad. Maybe this is just a rant, but oh well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/176175/  As the moon sinks into the water belowI see the couple walking together.His hand holing something in his pocket,His heart in her hand. As he kneels on my sturdy supportI feel her tear drops.They warm me, sooth me.I am happy. As the first rays of sun stretch ac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/174884/ My loud tears, my silent fears. I obviously wrote this during a hard time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/173802/ This is a work in progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izmerg/173014/