http://slow.writerscafe.org/pinksnowboots The original writings of author pinksnowboots en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779356498 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 These are 3 versions of my poem "Window to My Soul." Please tell me which version you like best! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373702/ This is the beginning/introduction to a story I would like to develop on-I would like to expand on this, but I would like some feedback to help me with inspiration and ideas. I would really appreciate anything you could tell me. Plot ideas, suggestions, a http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373639/ Two benches in a park face the sunset tonight,an acid sunset.Bright colors fill the sky like the Aurora Borealisalthough we are nowhere near those ghostly lights.I stare at the neon sun as it sinks below the horizon,the horizon of a world in decline.The sky flashes into a brilliant lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373268/ I can't seem to make the timeto sit and write, to relax and playI'm overwhelmed by the pressureof school and grades and friendsthe silly little quirks of high school.I shouldn't be writing thisI should be workingbut what am I to do when I'm swamped and tiredI'm bent over from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373265/ When your mind is young and innocentand you know nothing of the worldIt's easy to believe.When all you know of faith is what is taught in Sunday schoolby the nice teacher who gives you goldfishIt's easy to believe.When your mind is not plagued by the questions of lifeand the dreadf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373263/ I knew you once.I knew your body,I knew your smile,I knew your walk,I knew your voice,I knew your laugh,I knew your cry.But no longer.And now I walk through the shadowy world of my memorieslost in the depression of my "real" lifechoosing to look through the shadow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373259/ Once upon a timea little girlwas allowed to paintthe gazebo in the yard.She had a visionof a magical hideawaycolor of flame, her Gazebo Painted RedShe can remember,her early childhood,laughing, playing in herGazebo Painted RedShe made up storiesof Jamaican Princes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373234/ The long wooden pierlooms before mea pathway into the sea.Thunder rageslightning illuminates the cloudy skya contrast from the dark twilight.I step, barefootonto the sagging pier.I can feel its age.The splinters are nothingmy mind is far awaythis is an escape from thought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373232/ Life is ap                            z                                                      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373227/ Artemis, the huntress,bounds through the woods on silent feether maiden hunting party behind her,searching for her prey.Artemis, the huntress,whose arrows fly straight and true,sister of Apollogoddess of the moon.Artemis, the huntress,no boasts can equal her skill,her divine .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373225/ What has happened Cinderella?Did your glass slipper breakas you ran down the steps to the chimes of the clock striking midnight?What has happened Cinderella?Did you fairy godmother forsake youand leave you alone to weep,finding someone else to save and desert?What has happened Ci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373219/ As I look in the mirror I seea copy of myselfstaring back at me with a perplexed face.Suddenly, the world tiltsI slide, grasping the mirror,my lifeline in an unstable world, my reflection.She looks as bewildered as I do.This must be a dream.The girl in the mirror agrees.I see cur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373215/ On an ancient river, twisting and winding,though the mountains,paper lanternsfloat alongbobbing in the current,trembling in the breeze.Lanterns froma child's gamelong agostill float alongthe river.They bring with themmemories of a timefrom long agoforgottenby huma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373214/ The fallen fairy,a dark angel,pushed from her place on high.She stands on earth and weepsfor what she used to know.Her midnight black hairfalls in ebony waves past her shoulders to her waist.Her ebony wings, once  white as a dove's feather,hang loosely from her back... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373213/ You know, we're all grown up,we're in high school now,no longer just kids.We act all cool,curse to our hearts content,make "That's what she said" jokes.But who are we really?She was walking down the street,pondering her latest boy problemsand friends' drama,she pass.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373211/ The little girl, in her bright play dresssplattered with colorsthat match her fairy wings.Wings that seem to largefor such a small girlthe fairy girl,laughing and playingjumping and flyingin the garden.Her wings match the flowersthe bright rainbow huesbright and welcoming a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373206/ Not of this earthamong the stars,flying on a spaceship headed to Marsand I'm going crazy, yeahwith Space Dementia.Aliens may livesomewhere out thereit boggles my minda cray affairand I'm going crazy, yeahwith Space Dementia.I'm losing my mindamong all this spaceI've l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373203/ I just realized as I waited for that yellow busI'm such a typical teenage girl.I try to be differentI know I'm individualbut in some thingsI'm still just a typical teenage girl.Haven't seen that Someone all semesterbeyond brief glances in the hallI can't read people, never coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373201/ A ship at sail across the sea,across a midnight blue lakefurther than imagination can reachin a mystical land of faerie lights in the skyand shining caves of ice.Blocks of frozen waterfloat upon liquid waterthe pieces of a thousand white puzzlesstrewn across a blue tablecloththat w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/373200/ It's a rainy day in Parisfading into night.She steps out of his carafter the best night of her lifeinto the rain.He watches her through the windshieldskirt swishing in the breezefloating through the dropletsthat fly through the air.She closes her umbrellaand tilts her face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pinksnowboots/372839/ A poem inspired by the Beatles song, Eleanor Rigby. 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