http://slow.writerscafe.org/CRStone The original writings of author C. R. Stone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066631 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Traveling eyestry to stay within the linesof this mirrored maze of crusty tears.I see distraught on their faces-don't try to understand me, just yet.I hear rejected whispers-minds too young to comprehend.But you, your look is kind,like a painter bringing voice to art.If fate will h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRStone/432880/ Survival, not good enough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRStone/432605/ Cry upon megrey eyes of thunder,sun's morning facehas obscured her light.Your watch on theewill deluge my existanceand in your praiseI'll forever be.Reign © 2009 C. R. Stone      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRStone/430165/ The search-            so concentrated.Every corner awaitsa focused vision followed bypadded steps leading pursuit-often going nowhere, yet suffice and proud.In my observationI understand completelythe prowl of this hunter,reigns supre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRStone/429295/ Secrets, Darkness, Revenge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRStone/427874/ Let’s dance,dance the time awayaway to another world,world of enchanted melodies.Melodies of hearts beatingbeating everlasting love,love endures foreverforever, this night with you.This Night © Copyright 2009 C. R. StoneFormat: Loop http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRStone/398837/  fly awayfly, fly awayto a place where wonders and visions are vacant for all, not the selected. fly awayfly, fly awayto a land that ingest the soul's beauty,and blind to every color of skin. fly awayfly, fly awaybeyond the shores crystal waters,where harvest is plenty f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRStone/398105/ TodayEnough!These sedated intrusions harboring against my existence.Help me understandunwanted thoughts that choke my emotions.No longer will I succumbthe voiceof my abuser.Today endsthe silence.            Today &c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRStone/396503/ Quiet tapping of raindrops and adagiowinds paint the night sky with diamonds. Mysterious street-void, yet restless, from running silhouettespounding the pavement.  And I listen as my anxious fingers are eager to bleed rhythmic thoughts-dreams, past love, and so on.No lie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRStone/395623/