http://slow.writerscafe.org/idontknow The original writings of author Puja en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047089 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem I wrote about the struggles I often have inside, and how I've realized I need to find peace with them before I can be happy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/1245293/ And I saw the light in your eyes, on the last day before our goodbyes. And it wasn't long before the light went dark and you looked at me with dead eyes, and your love and the light and our life, I swear I saw it fade away. And now I'm left with shades of grey and stuck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/1157964/ Rise and fall and fade awayRise and shine and light my wayOnce more a grand displayOne more passing of todayI am the sun and you are the moonI hide from darkness while you shine on throughYou are the sun and I am the moonI shine in black and shy from blueYou are the earth and I am the moonNot right .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/1143507/ For Laura. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/491533/ grab a number, take a seat,there are books and magazines,for you to read while waiting patiently,fo i can asess your values and needs.i will find you a place,where you can fill an empty space,and somewhere you can stay,but first you must start,in the waiting room of my heart.i have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/456859/ the blur of colors,and outlines of shapes,the endless possibilities,as they dance in space.arms outstretched, we fly like planes.turn after turn till we pull up to runways,start the engines, we're ready for flight,slow and steady as we follow the lights,faster and faster till we touc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/456858/ the deep blue wraps me in cold.ive been driving but im still not home.the moon encased in grey peeks out to say hello.the trees and shadows dance and bow. ive been driving for oh so long,im fading fast and strong.from city scapes to mountain breaks,im still looking for myself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/454165/ speak softly to me now,for years ive only heard screams.if there's a way, show me how,i've only felt this in my dreams.you've made promises, but so have i.but this time we'll make ones we keep.and when the hours pass us by,i'll re-live them in my sleep.the day i bent and finally .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/443361/ sunday afternoon, its rainingand im waiting for youthe sun peeks through the clouds,and makes its way downpieces of our past find themselves hidden away,but its nice to revisit them on a rainy day. black V's slice through the dark blue,sailing high above you,as they follow the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/339633/   we loved and forgot, and now those words are broken.but you know id throw it all away and do it again.you can break me, but I will not bend.and my wasted heart will love you to the end.--your words are lost in the constant screams.we’ve tried every trick in the bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/337099/ we took a drive under dying skies,and i smiled as we passed on by,those sunflowers,as they danced in the wind. you said "forever" if there was a "we"but that wont mean a thing,when all thats left is those dried sunflowersthat you picked for me,still hanging.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/334896/ today i found my motifi grabbed some brushes new and stiff.i filled my paper with constant designi changed myself, you changed your mind. i outlined your face.from memory where it staysi thought about our special placeof our love, its what remained. the rain at the wind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/322483/ the tears i've created were not born in vain.they race down my face to release my pain.as much as i've hoped, things are still the same.you shed your layers, and anger is what remains.before the storm there was no calm, only a preconceived revelation.you left no survivors, no structure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/280631/ i like the feeling of being submerged. feeling like each individual that passes by, helps form the protective wall around me. i like being pushed together. taking in the mixture of everyone's different perfumes and cologne. i like being pressed up against a cute boy. with each flirtacious touch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/265402/ after this day. after all my thoughts had been penned out. i was finally free from my past that had held me down for so long. i've been able to truly enjoy life since then on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/264152/   minute over hour, as the hand comes to rest,atop the mighty face. its time to sit down,and write your one last symphony.theres no promises that it will be greater than the rest.but you’ve been assured a beautiful melody.and a grand piano,on which to bring to thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/246222/ i was in flagstaff when i heard. i couldnt be with you at the time, but i thought words might help. im sorry hes gone, but you know the angels are singing for him now. <3 RIP David Wayne Bratten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/229333/ up, down, side to side.carving out the letters.in jet black ink.engraving the truth into this canvas.point-blank for 365 now.we're running these edges jagged,until its infinite, and we're going in circles.let me out, let me out.i want to explain my heart,a show and tell of life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/220334/ when the  light goes downand the sun sits lowand your lost somewherewith miles to gojust close your eyes,and ill guide you home. <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/220330/ cracked, and worn tell stories of...carved in hearts, declaring loveside by side, we walk each daywithout a voice, theres nothing to sayof all the things, its the most brokenchildren cry about their lost tokensthe stoplights, turn green to redhorns are honked, but still nothing i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/220327/ and they tore it down.i promised myself everyday that i would.but every promise was followed by an excuse.and every excuse was followed by a lie.the swing hung above from the heights of the trees.the water pump, below, to the depths of the ground.and the house, a crumbling reminder of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/220325/ and maybe just this once.i can be part of something special too.not just the one who puts it all in ruins.i wont feel the substantial consequences.of being brave; and standing up.i can be something more than a memory.more than the fragmentation bomb of your past.ill open my eyes; see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idontknow/220322/