http://slow.writerscafe.org/thinktodiscover The original writings of author thinktodiscover en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776121443 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An old poem of mine made new, hopefully the words help you find healing too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1674837/ Late at night… When most are at rest, that’s when there is no escaping.The thoughts take control, memories flood back. Why did I want to grow up so fast? The innocence of childhood is a precious gift which is not properly appreciated until it is replaced by the trials of adulthoo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100950/ Foolish pity, stop ignoring the lesson. It’s determined to be learned.Curse that little girl, why did she dream so much? She couldn’t wait to take life for a ride, anticipating the future when it’d be her turn to drive. Her soul radiated joy as she danced her way through youth... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100949/ The beat of the drum is like my heart.Thud, thud, thud,thud, thud, thud.Dance, dance, dance,cry, scream, age,hopes, dreams, rage.Thud, thud, thud,thud, thud, thud.The jaguar hunts,gleaming eyes filled with dangerous charm.Claws dig into the mossy dirt,pleasure overflows.He cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100947/ Future fades to pastrushing by so fast.Moments flicker…Memories will always last.Quiet echoing voicestransform to screaming noises.Dreams are like exquisite glass,if through the fingers they were to pass,to the floor they would violently clatterand into a million shards trag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100945/  ”Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.”Proverbs 16:24Whoever said, “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,” could not have been more misinformed. Words have the power to bring life to someone, or to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100941/ The beauty of pure unharnessed love is more precious and rare than the worlds most sought after treasures. A soul who does not believe in the magic of  love is a soul to be pitied. According to Merriam-Websters Online Dictionary love is defined as, “an unselfish loyal and benevo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100940/ “Sometimes when things are falling apart, they may actually be falling into place.”~AnonymousEveryone knows Bill Cosby. Whether from his starring role for eight seasons as Cliff Huxtable on the Cosby Show or from his stand up comedy which is a favorite among many, his charismatic cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100938/ “Suppose we were able to share meanings freely without a compulsive urge to impose our view or conform to those of others and without distortion and self-deception. Would this not constitute a real revolution in culture.”~David BohmSmooth lips painted red.Beautiful ocean blue eyes dark.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100932/ The tears of a mother are unlike any other,the hurt, the pain, so raw and vulnerable.The tears of a mother are unlike any other,pure tears of unconditional love.The pain of a mother is unlike any other,heart breaking, longing for peace.The pain of a mother is unlike any other,So badly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100930/ “Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” ~Franz KafkaThe little boy with the dark brown tussled hair skipped around the playground, the sound of laughter trailing behind his constantly moving six year o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100928/ “Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.” ~ Thomas A EdisonMany times people overlook the simple beauties of life. It’s quite easy to do, actually. I’m beginning to realize just how easy lately. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100924/ She dances with the wolves,Flies with the fairies,Sings through the rainAnd now her name haunts my dreams.There once was a raven who adventured by the sea.She was a beauteous spirit,Her essence awoke the promise in me.Her feathers ablaze, she spread her wings,My heart she lit.And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thinktodiscover/1100923/