http://slow.writerscafe.org/skid1986 The original writings of author edward en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065913 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The battle for your soul is yours , you chose to bury it under the dust of futility , or embrace the struggle for the riches it may bring to those with courage to fight on through to the end . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skid1986/1103541/ Everything I am, and everything I’d be ,Is everything I put out ,you didn't feel from me .Heart overloaded , buried years of pain,couldn't look you in the eyes ,and see I was to blame .Tears run my face ,as I read your words,All doubt I lost you , easily heard .I thought I was f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skid1986/1079375/ Introsective look , on the value of things taught , lost , and not forgotten to those who prefer its lifespan , which could seemingly be endless if the path is righteous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skid1986/1068139/ Life , the streets of small town suburbia ,open your homes to the town ,they walk freely through it as if you dont exist . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skid1986/1067547/                 EMBERCrisp columns from glasses negate the twilight aire's of misfortune,buried in the guise of self relevance .Tendered with the blood of souls maturity’s ,arrears due upon request, unable to proceed.Rails of indignation destin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skid1986/1066565/ Trust Not The Candle Burns.Creek the iron gates, finally pushed, decades oldpaused in time ,waiting crows announce the new arrival,angry tones , at this late hour, tidings bring.Tiptoe the crypts of failures futile, walkthe minefield once lush , the grasses of summers gone.Careful not wake the ghost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skid1986/1066536/ The moment you realize , there's always been something more . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skid1986/1066008/ When , you realize that all things pass and you cant find the words of acceptance to tell yourself or anyone else ... were my thoughts at the time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skid1986/1065688/