http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheQuietOne The original writings of author Edward en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010945 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 These words have gathered like fog, Sweeping like mist through a bog.They’ve gathered and began to creep through the seams,They push out with the strength of aluminum beams.In the dying light of the day I write on a wharf, Waiting for the bridge to lower, seems organize.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/2178558/ It’s been a long time since words have flown from my mind,Where they fly on the page, then printed and signed. It’s been hard to try and break down the brick and mortar wall within myself,In fact it’s been sealed for so long, it’s like a book collecting dust on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/2090162/ Haze fogs your quiet eyes,Do you know that you’re wearing a disguise?Or do you just like to tell lies? Surrounded in disrepair,You disappeared with out a care.Leaving me to wake up with messed up hair.I have to admit I’m doing better on my own, My heart isn’t inca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1984882/ They say people are our worst enemies,And solitude is our only solace and remedy. Well there are a lot more things in this world that hurt,Even more then getting shot and blood oozing over your white shirt.Emotions, kill.Every single emotion known to man can cause blood to spill.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1736061/ You could say from a glance that my life is fine and care free,But the world and its inhabitants are not what they seem to be.I guess you could say Im a wreck,And that all that is alive is the lamp that casts light on my desk.Nothing is ever how it seems to be, And Its so hard for you to see.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1700087/ There is no way to put this into words, Without my vision fading into a watery blur.She was a small rodent friend, She was there through the dark days and into the light of the days that were mended.I always took her for granted, to always be there and just sit on the ledge and listen to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1552585/ Tick.. Tick.. Tick,There isn't a single word I can say. I've been trapped in the prison of my mind, With nothing but a chair, desk, a type writer and pieces of aged paper.For months now I've been trapped in that prison, No flow of words or rhymes dancing in my head, that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1504866/ It has all been burned,The storm has just returned.For many months my skies were clear of grey,And now here, they are blocking the light of day.Another army marches forward towards my own side,Screaming in disgust and wishing my own demise.The picture is disrupt, it’s too dizzy in my head,Why .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1487587/ In my past works you have seen my struggle,My constant battle with love, evil emotions and humanity,But now this is all about to end,Fore as soon as I shatter this old mural and repaint over it,Then my new beginning begins,A Life nor governed by fear of the unknown,Surrounded by music that makes you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1394875/ He wears a breaking suit of armour,Now, a lone wolf soldier.Standing upon a fortress wall beginning to shatter and break,It can no longer be held by wooden stakes.In front is an army that decided to team up,No longer do they want the door shut.His army's almost dead,As a crack .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1380439/ I now walk along the moonlight path alone,For I have to walk alone along this path made of stone.For I am known as the one who saves people from the battle within themselves,I'm the one who helps them see the days leading up to when they hear the sound of their wedding bells.A traveler,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1333287/             Ever since I was alittle kid, I loved trains. My father was a train operator and would often takeme on short little 5 kilometer trips from our small town to the next. This wenton up until the age of 11, when my interests mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1327215/ Lucas Carter always craves adventure and loves freight trains. After a feud with his friends and his mother, he travels to the local train yard and hops on a freight train. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1327183/ I've seem many things, felt a lot more,I never quite got over my role in the Great Time War.So I decided to flee,In a blue box where my past would be far away from me.Even when I would die, I'd just come back again,With more burdens and scars for me to try and mend.I often sit at t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1324275/ He, is troubled,Troubled by a broken mind and a bubbling head.He cant focus, he's blind and confused,It seems that all his contacts have been fused.Everything is his fault,The pain hurts like adding ice and salt.It feels like hes on his death march walking towards his grave,Peopl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1318973/ She felt death whisper into her ear,Filling the girl with immense fear.But then a boy picked her back up,And showed her the light of her shining life cup.He then had to travel back onto his own path,But he promised never to be far when she needed help with math.Now she has found other.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1308374/ Sitting in the twilight night, I felt so amazing being bathed in the evening light.I was sitting upon a mountain glade,Viewing a forested valley with a river flowing with the reflection of a blade.It was a beautiful warm evening, And I wanted this to be our last meeting.I wanted th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1290598/ Dark clouds can make a person think things that aren't too good,Some people would choose death if they could.I've been held down by the chains of darkness,It tried to poison my body and transform it into a carcass.It felt like I was a ghost, invisible to every person on the planet,Wear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1290577/ There was once a new young king,One that would often look up to the sky's and hear the birds sing.Everyone thought him as a great ruler,He was greatly loved by of all the girls and the people.Then that storm came and shattered his mind,No one knew how bad this would effect the young ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1290561/ She would often take long walks,Long walks on a forest path, she hated walking around city blocks.She would walk with such grace,As her brunette hair brushed her dress trimmed with lace.She would walk into a sunny glade,The only place that wasn't filled with shade.There she would lay in the evening .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1277941/ The fuse ran out and the bomb blew,And another dark storm appeared, another challenge for me to go through.It's like an old broken record stuck on repeat,In my bare feet I must travel down this dark, glass covered street.When the clouds get too thick, when my mind goes bleak,I'd look u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1265590/ It seems so strange how love can still exist in this messed up world,And how memories can still live on.. Even after our roads devised. We bumped into each other in the hall one day. As I blushed and apologized you smiled and told me I was classy.Under the sweet smells of popcorn and that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1258305/ There always seems to be someone better, One who seems.. Perfect.He will always be better, and more cunning then you,He just seems to slice you up and then force you to say what is true.That he is better then you,That he won her heart, and you got kicked with a shoe.He.. Was Link,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1250896/ You were the girl in the photograph,As beautiful as the words written by the holograph.I remember us smiling and laughing together,But now it seems we are on opposite ends of the tether. We're really just strangers, now only figments in each others heads,We both agreed that we needed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1235811/ They all seem to lie,Using the sweet, "harmless" type of lie, but I never would have suspected you.You don't realize the damage you've done,Your little lie isn't a little "harmless" pun.Well I can see through your lie, your sweet little lie,You do not know what my eye can see.I don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1221849/ There is a black bottomless pit,It consumes you when your weak, and breaks down your wits.Life seems so pointless when you've reached your wits end,Where words stick to your head, and your mind begins to bend.You don't want to get up and see the world anew,Your mind confines you, the v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1218985/ I know so many people, who love the same sex,And hec I've been asked out by one over text.I don't like the same sex, but I support them,Every one should be able to love, and put on a wedding gem.They are the people who make our world different, in the best way it can possibly be,I hate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1216160/ They say that Life is a long winding road,A long twisted trail that we need to decode.Some times there are forks in the road or the odd crack,Or the sky just turns completely black.For the majority of your younger years of Life you walk alone,Or that one special person walks with you, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1214981/ To you my mother on your birthday,Another year to go on grand adventures.I believe it is safe to say that you and I have been through a lot,No teacher could teach me what you have taught,We always find a reason to smile when we fight,And to make it fare I always admit that you were rig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1212062/ The storms beginning to role in,His wounds are deep, and the ice is thin.How much longer can he walk? With the burden of loneliness?But yet he's able to hide it off with a smile, it's his hidden illness.He walks down the street, passing by blurry people, no one stopes and stares,He can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1211268/ Dear Maybell, You probably will not know who this letter is from.. Due to the fact that you will not understand it at all.. So I'm simply writing this letter so I can get what has been itching at my mind finally out and for your eyes to read. My dearest Maybell.. Look how far we ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1207274/ I'm burning it all down,The crumbling wall that has been stabbed, beat and drowned.Why am I burning it down?It's because I want to re-claim my crown.Too many people have grabbed it, and had me bow down to them,That's now about to change, I am no longer as weak as I was.The walls ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1206245/ I was forced to forget you again,I was forced before, but now this is insane.I guess I jumped the gun,But you know I was just trying to help you in the long run.After you said good bye,All I did was sit down and sigh.You know, I guess being hurt has its advantages,And also it's s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1205920/ They say they will be there when he needs them,Or did they lie to him? So they could get his precious gem?He has to be the sender, he never gets anything on the receiving end,It's like this all the time for him, it isn't a weird trend."Hey" silence, "Hey, how are you?" Silence is his onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1204300/ She was once trapped in a dark void,She was crying, and everything that was once happy was now destroyed. She had lost all hope, for it had been Seven years,When I saw her in the Sacred Realm she didnt shead a tear. She explained to me why we couldent be together,She was a Sage, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1198647/ I was born and raised on Lon Lon Ranch,I would always take care of the horses and sit on an Olive branch.My mother died when I was younger,My father, Talon always fed me and I never suffered from hunger.One day, my father went to Hyrule Castle to go deliver milk for the Royal Family to drink,I waite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1198142/ It was on the hour of twilight when the storm came,The soft rain had begun to fall, it's drops falling all over the grassy plain.It was the cool and refreshing type of rain,The type of rain that can wash away all the worlds pain.It was at this moment I saw her dance,She spun and dashed around, she s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1197661/ I went to the beach today,There are ruins and a small enclosed bay.It once was an amusement park,But the only thing left is a big mossy old stone arch.I sat on the bench and watched the people and the lake,A lot of family's where there playing ball and grilling stakes.There was one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1197044/ Some nights I sit on my deck with a French Vanilla and smile,And I really think about what would happen if I really was named Kyle.I think of this, and other things,Like having a grand adventure like in The Lord of the Rings.Or being a hero in someone's eyes,Or maybe save that girl who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1196324/ It was supposed to bring them all together,It would keep them together and no one would forget.But it ended up destroying them in the process,He couldn't think straight and his vision was to complex.He reached out to her but she withdrew,He was angry and scary, her fear grew.She ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1193378/  i've tried to ask this for a long time,but You don't realize this big climb. i always Think of the bad, about me falling off this mountian, would You feel sad? i think positive if i Can,and try to Get it out of my head. what can i say? what do you expect me To say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1191628/ It was raining, thats all I knew,I was heading home to see my baby boo. It was stroming as I walked up the drive,Thats when I saw her and another man begining to look alive. I stopped and began to smoke,It hurt so much I began to choke. They dec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1190148/ Is it ready yet Professer Tenzen?" Asked a man in a jet black suit. He was well built with big muscular arms and legs. His grey hair was gelled to the right, his black glasses hiding his eyes. His face was pale, and firm. "Yes Mr.Appollo, although there was a slight accident." Said Dr Tenz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1186181/ This is the back story of one of my characters known as Clone 22. Ive roleplayd with him for awhile now and alot of people are asking me for his back story so I am beginning to write it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1186175/ In a grove, alittle ways away,There once stood a tall glass tower that reflected the day, It was built by a man named Soul,And to build this was his altamet goal. He started it in late March,Thats when he had finished designing the last arch. He started to make his glass tower,An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1185345/ I was the girl from the woods,The one that didn't hide under a hood. I saw his face, the boy with no fairy,When his came to him, he was so merry. But I knew that he was bound to something besides me,I knew that as soon as I saw him head to The Great Deku Tree. Before I knew .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1183807/ We lived on a floating island in the sky,Our loftwings flying so very high.We would sit and watch them,You would play your harp, and I would hold my gem.We were together the day you fell from above,That was the day I wanted to profess my love.It was a long night, for my thoughts we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1182189/ He's confined to these four walls again,Now he can't communicate with anyone without a pen.The journey has ended,No one talks with him that much anymore. Is he suspended?He asks around if anyone would like to accompany him on his adventures,But he is only left. Him. They have all gone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1181355/ This tale is of the star lovers. To this day you can see twostars close together but separated from the rest. These stars are the spiritsof a man named Dawson and his love Alice, or so it is said.  In the ages of old, when earth was just beginning, an evilspirit broke free of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1179098/ Walking down the aisle, She sees his stunning face. People looking in awh at her snow colored dress,She smiles at him in his black suit. Shes been waiting for this all her life,This is what she's dreamed, this moment. The one thing shes wanted more then anything,She is let go by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheQuietOne/1174721/