http://slow.writerscafe.org/DaltinBydeed The original writings of author Daltin Bydeed en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776198727 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 See intro http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/1799078/ The intro into a novella about coming closer to Christ. Or, for the non-religious, finding a sense of determination and truth in one's self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/1799076/ This poem is meant to be viewed as a picture, to simulate chain mail. To view it, see: http://daltinbydeed.deviantart.com/art/Chainmail-518181959 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/1799074/ We are the lonely ones, The wolves who howl to that pallid sphere. We are the quiet ones, Lost among the rampant crowd. Touching no one, Touched by no one. Sought rarely, Reached seldom. We are the forgotten. Come take a look inside, Through transparent lenses, Behind thin doors. We are the forgotte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/1799070/ Within iron halls stalk shadows.Born in darkness, raised in war, living in lies,Hate, confusion, fear is all he knows.Peace a ruse and passing,Joy a lie:Ploys of enemies amassing.A crushing weight his life,A blindfold upon his soul,Existence an agony, strife.Dawn may crest in might.But when all know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/1799069/ Stare out vacantly, To the places with nothing in between. There is no thought, No mulling. There is only grasping despair   All is not yet dark. All is not yet fallen. Light yet remains.   This bleeding sore, Claws away at the heart. The ground gives way, A pit of utter black Where all is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/1799065/ Colorful, vibrant, spotted with yellows, greens, blues. A fanciful texture, a harmonic tone. Poised, neatly upon the shelves of the public museum. Embraced by light, glittering pleasantly upon molded stone. A fabric, a cup, a delightful spark of the now. The eye's simile of mediocrity echoed across.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/1799064/ A song with no tune or melody, write one if you wish! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/323831/ A man who believes he is going insane records his discoveries and discovers a world behind the madness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/321100/ A man who believes he is going insane records his discoveries and discovers a world behind the madness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/315461/ A man who believes he is going insane records his discoveries and discovers a world behind the madness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/312801/ yet another oldie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/312490/ Another oldie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/312487/ another poem from my youth, one I wrote for my father on father's day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/312482/ An old poem from my young highschool days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/312478/ A man who believes he is going insane records his discoveries and discovers a world behind the madness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/312471/ A man who believes he is going insane records his discoveries and discovers a world behind the madness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/312469/ A man who believes he is going insane records his discoveries and discovers a world behind the madness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/312463/ an endless rain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/295148/ Just a few personal notes for a sci-fi novel i'm coming up with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288754/ As it has ended, It begins again. From broken dreams, To shattered hopes, It is impossible to succeed without failure. Just as it is impossible to fail without success. Among squalid emotions, Flaccid opinions, And the flak of daily conflicts, The human spirit becomes unquenchabl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288734/  The Dawn of MourningThe song of morning gently breaks, like waves upon a coagulated shore.For those whose lives have lost all meaning, their morning has fallen.The turbid chaos, the drunken sorrow only adds to their dawn of gloom. Although the shattered mirrors of their soul a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288730/  Dawn Have you ever looked upon the stars?What did you feel as you gazed at those pinpricks of light?Were you content, just gazing for the moment?Were you sad, being lost in a memory of long ago?Were those memories of friends, who you just now remembered?Was it those memori.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288728/  Nightshade What is this black poison that seeps into the veins?It creeps through,Corrupting our decisions,Bending thought to its will,Seeking ever to destroy or subdue us. What is this shadowy plague,That spreads war, famine, death?What is this,That can cause .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288727/  A Sleepless Dream We walk within a sleepless dream,Ignorant of the ones outside.We reject the different ones.The ones whose ideas differ from our own.The ones who upset the balance of the dream.The ones who see reality. Are not the different ones,The ones who cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288726/  The Lay of Mallion   The world was young,With new born light,Of the moon and of the sun.Then was borne a blight,Evil spawned in darkness,With an envy for all unblemished life. It was christened Shaidey,Gathered forces for oppugn,Against light for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288725/  Dark When do the winds stop blowing?When do the seas stop churning?When does the sun stop shining?Darkness falls and night creeps on,And poison of despair crawls into the heart.Within the realms of the living,A chill smites them,Ushering in fear and ever-growing dread... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288723/  Waterfalls, Canyons, and Trees? Throughout the world there are many different natural creations.Among these are waterfalls,With the sun’s majestic rays catching the magnificent arcs of the water.The shadows of the colors played by the falling stream.Their tumbling roar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288719/  The Photo    He glances at the photo,          Memories of his home rush back,                   He misses his family,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288717/  A World of Words I opened the lock to the chest of knowledge.And as I delved deep into the mysteries hidden within,Each passing moment became a new experience,Every word was dipped in sugar and glistened as honey,Yet at times it tasted as bitter as rotten apples.At times i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaltinBydeed/288716/