http://slow.writerscafe.org/Smithronniej The original writings of author Ronniejamessmith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011504 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As green grass brownsand flowers bend to diewhat's suppostoo give doesn'tall that is just isn'tif I can't be feltthen I don't want to be touchedI don't want to be seen so don't look at meI don't want to be mean so please don't love meI like to be forgetten thought of as somthing w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smithronniej/1050433/ The otherside of a dreambehind the windowinside an elavated sense ofawarness the hell between mine and a lie in circles mywings struggle to understandwhy frome this cageonly words only screamswings of lead not feathertouch her as much as I canwithout letting go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smithronniej/1050423/ The two tree's open a door where he forever sleepsI knelt down and cleared off his face to the world henever knew in the mirror we may have looked the samebut in opportunity his was soon to fade is he my ever reminding concoeous keeping me from the gray i oftenf**k up and step into the wro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smithronniej/1050385/ Tired of all the pain and blood bled just so I can pretendthe back no longer a tree but a branch wich can't hold it'sleaves and wants but one thing. To dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smithronniej/1049972/