http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlueEyedCubTN The original writings of author BlueEyedCubTN en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065894 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The EndWhat is the point of being alive,It's all designed to make us cry.I look around and all I see,Is people living in misery.I hope it all ends soon,Perhaps in a collision with the moon.Humanity is evil and must be destroyed,With all of the weapons that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/2146217/ Nature is angry that humanity is destructive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/2146208/ The descent into madness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/2143705/ When we are young, our parents tell us Someday we will be grown.Someday we will move out on our own.Someday we will fall in loveWe will be happy and soar like a dove.The truth is someday I will look at my billsThe sight of them will make me feel I'll.I will understand the struggle my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/2083449/ Creepy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/2083446/ I am often taken for granted, But I sustain.I am made only of water,However my power can cut through stone.My sound is gentle,I can also cause havoc.I am used for recreation,I also provide food.Men have used me as a road to explore,I have also carved great chasms.Great bridges cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/2063474/ When the sky looks like a paintingAnd there's a cool breeze in the airThe leaves on the trees are changingAnd there's ladies in boots everywhereI know the season is changingI smell wood smoke and hot ciderThe length of the days is waningIt all serves as a reminderChange is a part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/2063348/ Get back to nature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/2055226/ I do not understand how a person can hate another To need to kill a sister or brother.To cause families to weep and grieveAll because of what they believe.We are all here to learn and to growBut they are here to cause sorrow.Maybe hate is what they were taughtMaybe they were told to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/1818975/ A poem about a tortured, lonely soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/1190865/ The start of a book that will follow an Irishman who decides to go to America. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/1094820/ This is a poem I wrote mostly while blacked out during an especially emotional period in my life. It does not rhyme, but not all poetry must. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/1094818/ Part of the middle of something I am working on about immigration in the early part of the 1900s. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/1094810/ Written 1997 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueEyedCubTN/1091765/