http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ciera The original writings of author Gathering_Stars en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017956 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Runny nose running you down? Plain TIRED of paper products that leave your nose DRY and ACHY??  LOOK NO FURTHER!  The nose squeegee is here to save the day!“A nose squeegee? A NOSE (?) squeegee?”, you ask?Our product is everything it says it is and more!  A simple .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/390010/  Adventures from clandestine worlds collide with the simple innocuous life of Melody Singleton in Shawn Helbert’s up and coming novel “Melody & The Pier to Forever.” Helbert‘s work, which combines elements from extreme fantasy with characters real enough to tou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/386484/ Sunscapes flatten pine wood forests;Fire rips through dark silhouettes and tears themDown.At night they creep back up to the front lines--The moon's eye stands guard with a stead-fast heartAnd ever watchful presence, slow to actionBut sure of every movement it makes.They march to lin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/386197/ I hear Dawn breaking through the glass paneOf night, her tangerine light humming high and impressionably.She dazzles the Stars so profoundly, they spend the next twelve hoursHiding behind her luminous glow.Green Grasses stretch high, not discouraged by the endless SkyAnd thank it for giv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/378965/ Peace like sun warms my heart of hearts     The breathing emanating from your lungs is          Music to my soul.Breathe deep, my love, and be content.     I, who have searched long and fiercely, &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/373354/ Yearning deep grabs my soul tendrils      and pulls in close so I can not only hear,     but listen, and well understand.I am pushed to the brink of here and Nothingness   I exist and nothing else is real.The world is an oil paint.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/373307/ Balanced on a string this life is more fragile than you thoughtTrapped inside a moment, tangled, now you're caughtBetween two personalities, who you are and who you thought you'd beComing to find it's just not that easy.Never thought you'd have to work so hard just to stay aliveSpending al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/372667/ If I had taken a different road, would this grey stone not stand?Would the eulogies methodically written be undone by destiny's hand?If I had dared to skip while the rest had walked, would it have changed my fate?Is the future spindled up in a web, or is it a web we spiders create?If I had h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/372664/ Individuality vs. ConformityThe eternal battle ragesWho is different, who is notThe setting for the stagesCurtain opens on a sceneOf intellect vs. common sensePeople struggle to maintain identityWhile living under pretenseEveryone is differentThey say it all the timeBut if everyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/372659/ It's not finished, again, seems to be a pattern... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/371377/   I am and continue to beSo long as I choose to breathe.To draw upon that which surrounds meIs that which enables me to continue to be.Surround me, make me that which I am,Force me to think and wish me to understand.The creation of this knowledge that thinks and plans.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/370822/ It's just a thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/368001/   i invented the question mark, just so that people could understand my genius.i scaled everest in a single bound, just to prove that i could.i caught a tsunami in the palm of my hand, and then i let the fish swim back out into the rest of the ocean;i poured the water i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/334715/ Today exudes an imcomparably somber scent, the vile mediocrity mixes with the morning breeze; static, stationary in both character and conscience.  Will future generations find folly frequenting our formailzed practice of passivity?  Perhaps, perhaps not.  Chance chides not those that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/334307/ “I’m not the sort of person begotten to fanciful dreams,”Mr. Peabody’s eyes scowled at me with a darkened sort of gleam.For fourteen years did he inhabit the house on Maple and ElmWhose dilapidated shingles and unkempt lawn marked his forlorn realm. His hair an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/334305/ love. what is that but a word? what? but a word? has the world gone mad? if all of the people who inhabit this planet would look in your eyes it would surely spin again. but instead, when i look in your eyes; the world stops. time stands still. a moment lasts forever. we are in the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/334147/   my favorite shape is a circle (   )because it gives me hope that if you spread loveit just might come back to you.no matter how aggravating life and people can be.that if you promote peace, no one will want to go to war with you.if you hope for better days, people.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/334146/ Affixed, illuminated, persistent, I stand in aweOf the waves which challenge this timid form to make itself known;To rise above the mindless din, to sound a roarSo bold in its' constitution that none may deem it follySimple it seems for infinity to challenge an indefinite beingWhen its' .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciera/334142/