http://slow.writerscafe.org/Santacruz_08 The original writings of author Mark Anthony Santa Cruz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201057 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I could have did better http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Santacruz_08/255254/ When the echo of her voice lingers through the cardboard walls, She leaves you with a smile that prances in the hall.She hooks her words on your heart, And once again you feel immortal like a god.No man can destroy the admiration you haveThat’s as great as the oceans and the sand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Santacruz_08/255253/ I once lay in a pond,With only sound of the ocean’s songs,The way it pranced made me fond,Of its beauties and simplicities, of which I longed! It plashed, it splashed; oh did it make me laugh,Its songs quivered a stitch into my heart,I was pushed into a raft—lost at se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Santacruz_08/255251/ I need her now, more than I need the air,Her voice to bring a silence of a broken man, who wails,So she may wash the wounds of guilt and despair,As my heart seems to wither by the hourly sands.I fight the illness that prolongs death,I fight my fears, and still I question it,I feel the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Santacruz_08/255250/  I once awoke in a fright, Sedating the unwanted grief,And surely felt a biteOf some insect like thief. I scratched and I pulledUntil the itch was no more,But cursed and fussedTill the clock struck four! I whined and I whined,But my whining could not stop the i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Santacruz_08/255249/  Divinity comes faceless,To the stance of a lost cause,And the days will be more painless,If the ideals find reason to pause.  The hours will come by fast,But the days will always seem long,And the more you question your past,The more you’ll think of the wrong.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Santacruz_08/255248/ Oh colored picture night,How I miss you more tonight!Awaiting your luminescent lights,As they prance around in the drafty night. The lilacs parade the discarded eveAnd the river ripples the tarnished thieves,The ire-ness prolongs and the hour heaves,Oh can it be the hour has cea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Santacruz_08/255246/ Today was a black dayAnd I have no reason to be gay.My motives have fadedThe same way that I have been jaded,And yet the turbulent momentsKeep playing day by day.  Sometimes when I lookTo the sky,I cannot help but to cry.I always seem to ask the same questionsOh why! Oh wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Santacruz_08/255244/ If I should stand beneath thisTree; to toil upon the endeavors That to make my obligation ClearAnd to attempt what hope mayBe needed to grope another day,Then be baffled I must, forThe heart may choose to mingleWith thy enemy.Then should I stand upon this Tree, with valiant thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Santacruz_08/255243/