http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShadowsOfLight The original writings of author Anna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004918 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My thought went I looked outside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1717819/ A child came up to me today and said "excuse me Mr. but can I have a push on the swings?" And as I did the little girl talked to me about her financial problems, "I don't want to have to change my kids school again, but I afford to live on my own anymore, what should I do?"I gave the girl my ad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1406163/ Just because the war is wondoes not mean I have victoryThe aftermath has left more damage than the loss of my lifeShrieks of pain and cries for help have become routine.Holding in emotions and lying to myself has become habit. Fighting false happiness and deceiving smiles are my instinct.I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1347733/ Infinite space created our captivity  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1310431/ Your words are so obscured that your spelling doesn't even make sense.You make rules for yourselfbut you always make more exceptions.You can never be happy with just one personalityYou have to have multiple,Always changing depending on your placement.No one can make sense of youand those who sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1256301/ I wonder, lost in a straight line looking for the corner I belong in.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1255357/ Among the ashes of burned attempts for happinessLay the corpses of my clones.Again and again trying break throughOnly to be burned once moreA fiery steed roams this earth, devouring all in its path.Sexism and discrimination have no effectEqual hatred and pain is inflicted on all. Ending all Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1245498/ If a blind man can believe in colors                 he doesn't know exists Why can't we believe in a God          we don't know exists http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1225703/ 17 000 years go by each dayI see generations made and lost in the blink of an eyeEveryone's focusing on the wrong aspect. The punctuation is perfect but your words make no sense.Your title is thought provoking But the poem's filled with fluff.The font is beautiful And it takes my eye away from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1218163/ If it wasn't for swearing"shut up" would still be a bad wordIf it wasn't for stealingborrowing would be a sinIf it wasn't for hard drugsAdvil would be illegalTake a step outside yourself and think...If it wasn't for murdernatural death would be fearedIf it wasn't for rapebondage would be a crimeIf i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1202065/ It is the sun in this room that I live for.My food and water appear each day I don't ask questions.I decide where I go  and for how longI decide what I eat  and how muchI have my routine and so do you.I am in control. It is your family that your live for.You buy your food and water ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1196715/ There is a day between timeWhere I am God over an untold world Bringing life to dead secrets.There is a day between timeWhere I sing of joy caged in a cell of my own happiness Bringing back what was mine. No man can explain;  A land without time and purpose.It lays beyond the walls th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1183804/ It is to meThoughts that dwell from minds of thousands.Flowing through eternity Into a pond made by an oceanCaught in a webOf mine consciousness, So long ago. Evaporation of two thousand years, Leaves me with concentrated feelings of those who passed.Living a lie of others truth. Real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1183800/ Once upon a time, In a faraway kingdom.Beyond the green rolling hillsAnd past the castles of goldThere is a land that has never been seen before.The land of horror and pain Misfortune and dispar.Wrapped and bound by the disguise of happinessThe ear piercing screams And devastational deathsAre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1168374/ How long as it been?Since you last visited my dreams.How much time has passedSince your last day? Its been 18 months too long But how much time has passed          In the world that you live in?        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1168205/ You are the black and white description of color.Finding words to explain the sixth sense Taking a sound and making it a taste Turning reality into a long lost dream.I am the color description of black and white.Finding adventure in the earths limitations Taking a thought and making it art Turning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1160194/ In the darkness of this lighted roomI find a voice I have not heardSince the day I first felt fear.It whispers words of silence that never reach my ear.In the nights long passedBefore the gas filled room burned.We could all just pretendIt was water soaking our fleshAnd not a waiting wound we'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1151917/ Perhaps It's possible, although improbable That the life I live has been lived before.That in dreams upon dreams in a life a life time awayThere is a me.Not a me that's me, but a me that looks like me.That perhaps lived and probably talksJust like me.And maybe shes so much like meThat the only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1144549/ Do your ears not hear?Do your eyes not see?You're a prisoner to your own thoughts.The language I speakIs convex to your concave uttering mind.It's not ignorance to the words I speakBut inability to decipher what I say.Its not ones fault to act upon thier aquiored knowledge But faulty to isolate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1132594/ Why do you believe in something but have no knowledge on the subject. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1132582/ first person perspective from a character in a book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1126151/ Maybe letting your anger run wild is better in the long run http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1112858/ The world doesn't care if we didn't sleep last night.The world doesn't care if it's been a bad day.The world doesn't careIf someone diedOr we can't cope.If we've been cryingOr we lost all hope.The world doesn't careIf the trees still grow Or snow is still cold.The wind still blowsOr water is st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1112848/ The night is filled with a wonderous mystery. When we close our eyes and drift awayTo a land far away Something wakes up.We need sleep. We crave sleep.At one point we all have to sleep.So they wait and they're patient,The trees and the flowersThe bushes and the weedsThey're patient.When the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1112842/ This cold quiet cornerCrowded by only a handful Moves along to its own rhythmOut of tune with society.A hundred and one feet pass by every secondEach one louder than the one before.Last nights game and tomorrows plansCome spewing from their mouths.But the talk of a coming party has the loudest .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1111257/ The tree house back home sings melodies of sweet memories.And the distorted images of failed attempts of recreation sings long forgotten songs.The picture starts to darken with coming years, fading into the growing devastation.Erasing the stains of others in your life. Erasing their effe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1111248/ Today is the day that I fall away,The day I leave all fears behind.I fall away from you Hell, your sin, my burden.Never will I turn back to gaze upon my past,I have broken from my bloody chains and ran away with deathly pain.I run I run with a thousand mans strength, Weightless i glide upon fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1108584/ Today the sun is shining of a beautiful day in HellEvery scream in perfect pitchEvery tear shining in the sunThe rays of light cast down deep, into the seven layers of HellExposing, Revealing, The most gruesome of suffering. Leaving every soul exposed to themselves. It's a frantic panic to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1107803/ No one will ever be with you in your thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1107361/ Because you liedBecause you faughtBecause you yelledBecause you hurtBecause I was young i didn't seeBecause I was growing I didn't knowBecause I'm old i see the things i wish I couldn't seeMaybe I'm wrongMaybe you liedMaybe you didn'tMaybe you hurtMaybe you didn't knowMaybe this is all just some kin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1102842/ There was a paper, white and innocentand every pencil mark ever made was erased.The holder of the paper made sure to keep it sage.But one dayAs the winds blewthe paper flewand became lost.Frantically for years, the keeper never slept.Worrying and fearing, the stains on her innocence.And every day th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1100422/ Does an inexperienced wise man have more wisdom than an experienced child.Is walking a straight path smarter than venturing into unknown lands.True happiness is known to those who have lost everything then found something. So close your eyes and run off the path. Follow your lost heart listen to wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1095019/ When the one person in your life keeping you sane, leaves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1095015/ Why does my mind wander through this world in a thousand different personalities.Why do the walls of this world disappear when I try to find them.My mind is trapped in a cage of infinit space.Looking, trying, searching, for a place to call my own. But every thought I think is not mine.Every sig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1080059/ The story of a family member http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1080033/ A love poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1080028/ Another stranger possesses my thoughts, leading me to an unknown realm. A level of which reality confuses my every muscle and my dreams become logic.A voice speaks to me. Manipulating my own. Making me believe what it says. Making me venture beyond the walls of my Imagination.Lost in this place.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1080021/ I open my eyes and awaken in my thoughts.  Four barriers stand before me. I push at the walls and feel them crumbleAccomplished by my escape, I gaze cheerfully at the new world I've breached. Three new walls surround me,New rooms attached to each. A web of worlds, All connected .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1080008/ Tomorrow has already come upon my presenceBut I will never see its dawn.I want to see the day in this lifeWhere I am free.I will beWho I wantOn the dayThat you die.On my journey, i travel through the world, Seeking a way but finding only darkness. I want to see the dawn of a new day, a day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1077038/ What every out cast, metal head, quiet, or lost soul feels. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1076593/ "So what" I say.standing at the edge of the universe. So what does this all really mean? Do we live, love, try, fall, cry all for the sake of this, for all knowing, for everlasting? Why do we dwell in our lives. In breathing and seeing and feeling. Is it worth it, when breathing is ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1076449/ Why did you take my place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1076445/ Seeing through your eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1076441/ Above the dying worldA realm of spirits roam. Looking down upon the creeping death And watching the pain and suffering of all.But with out pain or conscienceThe spirits neglect all that is not them. Let them suffer Like we all Once did. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1076065/ Death should not be fearedfor living and breathing we are dying.As each day we agewe become closer  to the end.We've grown accustom to the aging process but deny death.Though they walk, hand in hand, through every moment lived. Living. Aging. Dying. Since the day we're born. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1076062/ Seeing the world for what its not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowsOfLight/1076041/