http://slow.writerscafe.org/starmozie The original writings of author starmozie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776251889 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ANGELSheartbreakdissapointmenta lot of tears,n deathsicknessseen through a veillived in the shadows.You walked in the shadowlands and you did not waveryou did not listen to the wailing of the banshees,calling for your soul.you stood tallerand looked to the lightand felt the hands of healin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starmozie/511893/ beautiful music,touches my soul.the tears,always the tearsmemories of those who are no longer...a touch, a smile, laughter you will never hear again our heart is achestrying to grasp what little we can trying to see and feel andreaching for ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starmozie/292307/ thanksfor standing me up-againthanks for reminding meWHYi am still singlethanksfor renewing my distrustthanks for confirmingwhat eveyone told me about youthanksfor showing me,that even as i grow older,I am not wiser.thanksfor affirmingthat i am a bad judge of characte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starmozie/262884/             he was perfect.he said all the right things,he made her laugh.his smile could light up a room.      perfect.everything she loved ,he did tooperfect.they spent hours on the phone,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starmozie/241420/ The tears comerushing, blindingsalty waves of despairand pain'a friend deceives, the enemy acheiveshis goalto drive you mad.running pantingsweating, screaminginjustices of life.How can we be happywhen friends are enemiesand enemiesare all around us?we shield ourselves&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starmozie/220798/ Delicate frozen petalsjust a touchwill shattertheminto a thousand pieces'each oneholding a precious memoryof springand birthand love.each one ready to burst.the energy explodesthe universe is thereto absorb each tearand everysmile.the goddessgets strongereveryda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starmozie/217293/ The darkness envelopes her,like a shroud.No moon tonight to light her path.she shivers and draws her sweater  tighter around her shoulders. She quickens her paceglancing nervouslybehind 'ITS THE SAME THING EVERY NIGHTwalking home alonealwaysALONE. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starmozie/209276/