http://slow.writerscafe.org/italiano401 The original writings of author distefano 401 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776179254 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 wrote this at camp. it's an artist's poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/443179/ Dear God, I wishthat i heard his cry.I wish that I hadn'tpassed him by.I wish I had knownwhat went on in his home,how he hated his life,how he felt so alone.If only I had feltthe weight of his burden,or if I had knownhow much he was hurting,I could've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/443177/ no, you're not quite the guy of my dreams.i never imagined someone like you.sure i wanted a guy who makes me smileand loves me like you do.i wanted him to tell me i'm beautiful,just like you do every day.and i wanted him to listen, like you do,to every word i say.but i never expect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/349789/ found this one, wrote it a long time ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/312840/ everything i lived for-they took away from me.they took away my motivation,my pride and dignity.they took away what made me smile,what my world revolved around.what meant the most 2me is lost-never to be found.they tore down my protectionand got inside my head,made me question th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/304291/ um..yea, we spend billions of dollars on space travel and other unnecessary things but people die every day because they can't afford health insurance? isn't "life" a basic human right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/304289/ I used to dwell on the factwe had to leave my dad,until I think of those days,the life we once had.And then I realizeyou got us out just in time,because you gave me your love;now, Father, I give you mine.I shed tears growing upfor my wonderful mother,who wants to give me the worl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/302461/ when He was laughed at and mocked,He kept His mouth shut. when Peter denied Him,He felt no need to cuss.bound to the cross,blood pouring out,not a hint of profanitydid He shout. when He watched His motherweap over Him leaving her,He could've given the soldiersthe treatment they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/299742/ "is daddy here?"i force out a lie.i can't tell the truth;i can't watch her cry.i can't let her knowthat he's right outside.he just dropped me offbut won't come inside.one time i thought i'djust let her know.i told her the truth,that he had to go.couldn't look her in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/298451/ you are my poetic dream.won't you be my reality?i don't think you know what i mean..i close my eyes; it's you i see.my sleep enlightensme to the sightof your smile that brightensthe darkest night.problems disappear,and all struggle is gone,when beautiful visionsfill my head all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/297196/ i don't know how2 describe this. it's kind of godfather. idk, u just have2 read it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/286815/ based on a true story. (not my own) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/269223/ he pulls up to 118 harvest st.,where he parks, and looks through the window.it's 6 in the morning, but they're all up-two children and a young widow.a Christmas tree and a family...he thinks, "what a beautiful scene."he watches the girl open up her toy doll,like it's the be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/266151/ she's not a diamond in the rut;she's a scratch on the diamond.she's that blemish that distractsfrom the stone's bright shining.true, she's very fortunate,but seems like such a ghetto girl,lost in the glamourof this richy-rich world.no one around herknows what her life's like,the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/252745/ mean what you say,and say what you mean.don't let them questionthe person they've seen.be who you truly arein society, each day.be aware of the thingsyou cause people to say.we are stereotyped,but who is to blame?when they see how you act,they expect we're the same.be conscio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/249169/ i lie in bed and i can't sleep,thinking of what you've done.i remember how i thought that i would be your only one.i can't even think straight,can't control myself.and it kills me to think of youwith someone else,calling her the same namesthat you used to call me,telling her sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/248387/ You knocked me down to the groundand ripped me right apart,took out of your jeans a pocket knifeand stabbed my beating heart.The worst part is you ran away,leaving me to sew up what was left.It's been forever, and I still haven't hadthe strength to clean up the mess.Some other g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/248384/ lines of poetry,crumpled up, tossed aside.a beautiful rosewithers outside.a old photographis torn in two.a red ladybug,crushed under a shoe.forgotten,rejected.neverprotected.loneliness,bitter sorrow.crying outfor tomorrow.a stab at the mind,which longsfor a sign.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/248376/ i wish i was pretty enoughto make him miss me.i wish he'd feel lonely,so maybe he'd miss me.i wish he would reminisceand want to kiss me.i wish there was some wayto make him miss me.i see his gentle hands;they should be holding mine.i remember when he occupied my whole mind.i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/248370/ This just got "Superior with honors" at the Nation Fine Arst Festival! (of course i used proper grammar before i submitted it, unlike on here) :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/247206/ sleeping beauty was all locked up,her heart was sheltered from love.she had no idea that the thing she once fearedwas just what she'd been dreaming of.years and years she awaited her prince,hoping he'd fill her heartand take away the emptiness she had harbored from the start.cold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/247203/ she just got back from another blind date.this one was no better than the million before.this lonely life she's beginning to hate,but she knows she can't find what she's looking for.she sits at home and thinks about her life.she doesn't wonder why she feels this way.she knew she'd ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/247201/ more than a memory-all i want to be.a name on a gravestone's not enough for me.no statue, no memorial,no funeral precessioncan amount to the valueof a special impression.what will they think,what will they say,placing roses on the groundon a warm summer's day?how long will it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italiano401/247200/