http://slow.writerscafe.org/xwritersbanex The original writings of author [.forever.dreaming.] en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775469033 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When darkness falls upon you,You shall shine your brightest hue,Fore deep withing your soul,The waves shall begin to roll,Many may choose to turn and run,But you my friend shall not be undone,Your soul shall shine bright,With the goodness of light,Fight that impeding dark,And choose to leave your ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/1099098/ When the light begins to shine down,You will have no need to frown,Cherubs singing,And Heavenly bells ringing,A golden voice sounding throught the sky,Never once should you ask why,Such love is being shown to you,Your Father's love is absolute and true,Up above in the heavenly glow,All His love will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/608787/ A nightmare land of your own creation,Night and dark now no relation,Monsters rampage and children scream,Just as they do on the silver screen,In the closet and under the bed,Are no worse than those in your head,Demons of a haunting past,Are what will make these words last,A pen and paper are all yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/583795/ In my hand I hold a key,To what you have yet to see,A place of wonder and of good,The place you really wish I could,Hand the key and let you go,Only if that were so,Take a look at me once again, Close your eyes and count to ten,Now open your eyes and take a look,I am that which is pictured in a horr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/583792/ Alone in the cold, wet dirt,Never imagining how much this could scar; could hurt,He sits and lets out a sigh,But never once does he cry,He was taught and trained to be tough,No matter how rough,Alot of his friends lives lost,At an extremely heavy cost,He imagines how they felt,As his heart begins to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/562670/ not finished yet just added what i could http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/473285/ A poem of dedication to those who have helped me through so much http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/422357/ Here’s to the angels with the broken wings,Those that still continue to sing, Although they can no longer persist to fly,Through the endless, glorious sky,They choose to fall down to us,In them we now seek to trust,To look for help, or faith, or hope,Anything to help us cope,Te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/417539/ A waterfall of emotion,One big wave of feeling,A cold winter gust,Or a cool summer breeze,A wild and raging fire,Or a tiny magical spark,Love has many different forms,But is always never ending, undying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/372976/ The thoughts of a tired mind,Are random, exciting, and creative,They show true emotion and soul,Words that flow and come together,From the writing end of a pen,A paper once blank,Is now filled with the beautiful words, Of a tired mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/372974/ Some sum life up to years, Some sum it up to achievements,I sum it up to those you loved,And those who loved you back,Because without love,What truly is life,A meaningless night sky with no shining stars,A peaceful forest with no sound, no scurrying creatures,A thunderstorm with out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/366224/ When all ill ever be,Is all you'll ever see, Will that be enough?,Or will that make it even more tough?, Will you tell me what a screw up I am?, If not, then i'll be damn,I've lived my life trying to impress you,Mostly because i thought i had too, But truth be told,It's getting old.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/366219/ It’s eyes were a deep brown with a tint of green, it’s body completely black and it’s size was twice that of a normal wolf. I couldn’t help but notice because for some odd reason I was no longer cautious, just curious. When it noticed my body relax, it too relaxed. I was thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/366205/ It never gets old. Walking into a new school. Staring, whispering, pointing, it’s all the same. In a school of 500 or 2000, it doesn’t matter. Trust me I’ve done it a dozen times, and will until I age enough to pass for 20. Who knows how long that will take, I have waited almost 60.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/341701/ Starting a new school is never easy, no matter how many times you've done it. Also being a superhuman doesn't make it any easier. It's all a matter of who knows what and control. For Tiffany this school is going to be a whole new exprience one she has nev http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xwritersbanex/341656/