http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tyranny1 The original writings of author Alex Beeler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215503 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I saw a moviewith a girl named TrudyI saw in her eye a twinkleand that's how i knew there would be a sequel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/273242/ i work in a pharmacy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/273241/ You're mineI'm yoursTogether we fightWe are tightLike a high wireNo trapeze artist can brakeWe are tight as a wireForever spliced togetherUntil we wither,We brake,We die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/272300/ that one lucid dream,it never did go away,where is the control? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/270314/ I felt my bones breakI could hear the cracks in my spineWith every ounce of painMy life felt more and more divine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/249883/ I need a girlThat won't make me hurli just want to give her a pearlThat will make her twirl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/229249/  Dear summer, how you let the sun shine.When kids love to run, jump, and play.Oh summer, how you let the sun shine.When adventures are planned and played.Oh summer, how you let the sun shine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/229199/  Sit and Stare I open my eyes to the bright morning lightBut all I do is sit and stareI get ready for my dayI put my clothes onBut all I do is sit and stareI get in my carAnd I go to schoolBut all I do is sit and stareI go to workThe smell of pizza fills my nostrils.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/229197/  Leaves Maple trees abideBefore the leaves ride the tideTrying to find home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/229193/  Sleep When I sleep, I count my sheepLeaping and heapingWhen I sleep, I feel too deep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/229190/ traveling is beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/229184/ i had to write a poem on Hilary Clinton, barack Obama, or the election. I chose the election. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/224006/ ink exploded on my hand today... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/223997/ Change in seasons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/218622/ Sometimes he would wake up in those awkward moods, sitting up, not knowing how he would survive through the sleepless nights as he stares at nothing but a blank. His mom turns on the light to the room. His eyes widen and the vision black for what seems like forever. The eyes adjust as he slams his h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyranny1/213167/