http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dreadnaught44 The original writings of author Gio J. C. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997166 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Two forms of silence that existOne fills you with joy, peace, and tranquility,The other, dread, misery, and despair. One exists in the form of "what is,"The other constantly asks "what if."Trying to hold on,Letting go.Things left unsaid,Every truth made known. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/1942441/ I stare into your eyes and see,A book, yearning to be read.A story, waiting to be told,A song, anxious to be sung,And a poem,Random words which held no meaning,Brought together, given life,Expressed in art, the gaze inside your eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/1937963/ Stop and appreciate the little things that life brings your way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/1933658/ Remember that moment,that time in your lifeFeeling comfort surround you, taking place in your mindYou knew you were safe, you knew you’d be fine.Still…It takes more than comfort, it takes just some timeTo get to that moment, when new feelings ariseExcitement breaksthro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/1911798/ Very short poem but it describes one of the main reasons why we have trouble letting go of people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/1911791/ A dream I had a while back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/1328268/ Conflicting thoughts on love and the desire to be with someone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/1269845/ My vulnerability, dying alone. Following God. Dying alone. Remember Joyce, the dream. Did I die? Thinking of Joyce, and of that dream.The dream that turned into reality Death haunted me for a long time after she was gone. She was depressed and suicidal, but when she gave her life to Christ h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/1268776/ Sometimes people make out others to be more than what they really are without ever taking the opportunity to really get to know them. I am often one of those people... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/1266116/ A little something I did for my Italian class. It's a short story. The reason it was written this way is because it was easier to translate from English to Italian. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/961180/ In memory of Joyce Michelle Warnock. December 29, 1991 - September 17, 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/314966/ Midnight streets are dark and cold,Though gothic looking not yet empty.A familiar shape forms in the distance,Walking lonely, heading towards me.This figure, to me, is one well known,A well known man I’ve seen before.Stumbling and falling with every step,It’s obvious he&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/288260/ "Whom God Helps On Their Way"Words tattooed across the face,In ruins of white on pale shaded skinOf the one as old as planet earth.Looking down with lunar eyes,For they have seen all tragedies.Bright white hair flows down the shoulders,Of the one with a hood to cover his he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/288256/ Standing, waiting in the rainWho would know that someone’s thereStaring in the eyes of pain See the globe in its disdainLook about, it doesn’t careStanding, waiting in the rain. Figments of old rusty chainsSomething strange but nice to wearStaring in the eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/281714/ These gifts that we received at birthTo humans here on mother earth Our precious gifts are always hereTo us they’re nothing really clearPeople without one bright gift Feel in them a certain rift Depending on the gift they missedThey’ll walk that thick gray layer of mist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dreadnaught44/281702/