http://slow.writerscafe.org/writingdreams The original writings of author Novelle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067581 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Rina's MemoryShe was a shy little girl when she was just so young. A picture of innocence and of a great becoming child that everyone knew was special. She would always smile, always laugh, putting grins on the faces of the most irritable. She knew how much pain there was in the world but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/385494/  A deserted moment that washes over the gray masksFlamed with tears that weave down from fallen eyesOver the fields of hope and dreams from long agoMasks the vision of more than cloudy skies Among tombstones in the larger graveside communityFleeting images of more then one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/384904/ He had always been the center of my universe. The way he moved, the way he danced, the way he acted in general, and he always acted. Not even once that I can remember him did I ever see him in the same character. One day he would be Prince Charming, the most chivarlist male in the whole school, then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/376047/  He watched as the moon lingered in the water, the cascades of the ripples barely misinterpreting the surreal image. Briefly, a faint pause among the changing hands of fate, he wondered if the choice he had made mattered the absolute much that he knew it did not. A confusing notion make-belie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/374787/  Taking a breath, trailing my hands across the brow of the winds, moving gently around the fire, life moving around me. The songs of many decades escape into my being, my voice does not raise to great them, and my mind does not open to see them. I am me, this is my moment, and this is the son.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/374007/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/374004/ Colorful; ExquisiteAn array of lifeFlight! Dear flight!Wings that lift so highCrushed beneath the weightTo the Earth you descendTouched by gentle handsTo heaven's golden sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/373931/ Tomorrow I shall wake to the dying sunIts red blossoms painting the sky in bloodThe pink blooms into violet blueAs I lay here right beside youThe night seems darker thank black velvet silkThe silver orb of the stars like spilt milkAnd the milky moon the shinning glassAs they all twinkl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/373681/ A poem that was written during struggling times http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/373680/ This was an essay that I dragged from a dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/373676/ A mother talking to her son after a night in, quite literally, hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/373659/ My name might be something that most people want to hate. I am that which no one sees but sees through to the other side. I know what I can be, but that holds me back to what everyone else wants me to be. I am nothing but the surrounding air that elapses into a cause of nothingness.However, am I n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writingdreams/373645/