http://slow.writerscafe.org/MyCollection The original writings of author James Tincher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013741 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Drain the cold from my life andfill me full with the existence ofa spring day. Everything new andpleasant even a rainshower will bringbeauty into my eyes. Death has failed withthe passing of anotherwinter.  A heart is warmed with a new seasons sunrise.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1176147/ If you were mineYou would never go hungry.I would nourish you with all my love. If you were mineYou would never get cold.I would hold you in my arms to keep you warm. If you were mine You would always be happy.I would do the little things to keep you smiling. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1176145/ There is a tree bythe lake where westood and my heartyou did take. Walking along theshore, our toesburied in the sand.With a look fromyour heart you reached to me and  took my hand. Lovers walking inlove during the lateafternoon.  The sunwas going .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1176144/ I fall into your eyesthey are a journeyto be taken.   They are so open and beautiful their depth is not to be forsaken.  The path way toa mystery of what holds as true. The wonderment of exploring your heart and finding what is hiddeninside of yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1176143/ Letting go of the one you love and with hope they return to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1161570/ Its about a homeless man that dies at God's Front Door http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1159926/ A sensual piece that I will keep adding to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1152213/ Death experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1140392/ Its about telling a woman she is beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1140339/ Being something your not for someone else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1132272/ Saying goodbye http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1132270/ Just wanting to have someone hold my hand... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1132269/ Waking up with the one you love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1132262/ When you have theloyalty of an armyall the world can beconquered. When you have theloyalty of one truelove you can conquerthe universe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1132261/ Trying to deal with alot of issues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1132260/ Speaking from whats in your heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1132259/ I wrote this as a gift for my youngest daughters 14th birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1128375/ The feeling of sleeping alone when you miss someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1125342/ I'm sure I'm not on this persons mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1123980/ I was so angry and hurt on this day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1123976/ Let me be whoI am. Peoplechange like thewindblown sand. Let me cry whenI am sad.  My faceis still, I'm notalways mad. A lot of times I'mjust deep in thought.Always searching andlistening for an ideato begin my plot. They always come inpairs of tw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1123973/ Battling depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1123971/ Bury me six feetunder the river bed.  The deeperthe water thebetter the rest.    Riverboats and barges pass overhead while catfish and perch swim around my waterybed. Drought and heatwill cause a new crest. Still, I will be like a buried toad .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1123969/ I guess I feel like all I can give someone are my words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1123965/ Darkness follows my friend everywhere he travels.  Peace has no home found withinhis being.  Night after night torment and sorrow are hiscream and wafers. Morning sun has risen like a smoldering fire through a thin gray blanket of sky.  Must he travel fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1122291/ Dedicated to the passing of my mother in law 15 years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1121691/ Rain falls upon the full blossom of an aging rose.  Its bundle of petals hang from  the stem as if it were looking at its feet. Sad in portrait, but so beautiful she still is.  Rain falls down her face like tear drops from a sobbing child.   Does a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1121007/ Inspired by one of my favorite movies, "300". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1120477/ Look at me, I want you to see the anger in my face and the ugliness of my heart.  The grinding of my teethcaused by the control to hold back the words of hatreds purest form.  Walk away, I was taught,yet I want to draw backand strike you down withall my vengeance... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1120474/ Inspired by a reoccuring dream I've been having for a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1119872/ I miss my dad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1118068/ Just watching the snow falling one night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1118063/ This is about trying to hard to get the one you love or loved to notice you before you just give up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1115500/ This came to me in a dream. As soon as I woke, I had to write it down. Still trying to figure this one out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1115497/ Inspired by the cold of winter and the misery and depression it can bring. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1115496/ A piece about being happy with who are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1113764/ Inspired from being sick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1112163/ In spired by sitting on my couch wanting a dill pickle. I was to lazy to get up and get one. Then I heard a knock on my door, so I thought, I wonder if someone is selling them door to door. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1112160/ This was inspired by a picture of friend of mine took of her kids in mid air as the jumped and played on a beach in Florida. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1112157/ Inspired from a horrible dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1112072/ The sun is settingand the sky beginsits fade to black.The day is over, what's done isdone.  There is notaking back. The things I sawthe things I felt today have reallyopened my eyes.I don't know whyI'm hurt this way, it shouldn't be such a surprise. F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1112069/ Love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1109027/ Is it such a sin for thereasons we are nottogether.   The distance betweenus is no blessing.  Ipray one day we becomeone and celebrate. I need to be saved, an angel whispered to methat it’s you I seek. Shine your guiding light for me and I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1103961/ A wonderful friend from high school called me out of the blue and I was excited to hear her voice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1102768/ I was inspired to write this from the lonely feeling of sitting in a laundry mat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1102650/ This poem is about a thunderstorm that rolled through our area a week before Christmas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyCollection/1100731/