http://slow.writerscafe.org/lacsmiley The original writings of author lindsay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973762 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The peopleyou lovewill bepencil shavingsand lostballoons if not gingerly cared forby youreffervescent benevolence. .And all thethrobbing grief you willhave cannot simply be caughtin youhands no matter how far you outstretch thos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/821026/  My mind is now a broken wonderland,Conforming into the words they believe. The sign read for parks and recreation,Just ahead, with no limit on the speed. The carousel that used to hum fell silentAnd the horses cannot find .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/729553/ There is sense of burning leaves and with a brisk wave of the wind the last leaf is shoved of the limband falls toward  a child's sleeve.She prances around the gentle creatureand it dances along. They flutter like a songfor  they are part of nature.Her brother is not far beh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/628027/ Uncoil.Unwind.Break thatguarded wall.Release.Expel.Walk thatlong hall.React.Detach.Only one chance.Uncoil.Unwind.Let downthat guarded wall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/604476/ The life of a seed is a peculiar one.It sprouts into a gentle twigand then grows into a treewhere many think the life is done.That tree expands its' life into branches,which further arises into leaves.With the help of plentiful sun the tree breathes.Trees bring hope, which is what I need.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/575307/ These inexplicable feelings are like waves cresting on the mast. It is you and I again.It is you and I at last.All I could ask for ismy love to also be my best friend.You give me so much moreand our heart never ends.Although you are there and I am hereour hearts do not roam.Space means not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/575285/ And she stands there on the cold flooron this quiet evening in her house.The liquor cabinet is wide open and her hand firmly grasps the door.She weighs all her options as her eyes wander the shelves.All she sees is Captain Moronicmoving into Jack Disappointment and finishing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/551774/ Your smile catches my eyein the darkest of night and brightest of day.It takes me a new levelof a natural high.Our hands are connecting as we lay there intertwined.It is these moments that allow us to fly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/533864/ A little boy,Johnny, plays amongst the grass of dewas he runs towards his old man.The innocent little boy can barely standas he wears his blue shoes.His papa opens his armsto his small blessed child.He picks him up and spins him wildand Johnny laughs with his boyish charms.His father remembers the j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/529297/ The glorious sun is shinning so bright as it peaks above this tall willow tree.I find comfort in the groves of the rootsas I lay back onto the grass hill.The dangling leaves flow aboveas they rest on top me.I feel like they are telling me the secrets of the worldand  everyones dreams that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/506091/ I can feel you crawling under my skin.Those dagger words are consuming meand  my brain is filled up to the brim.I can hear you in my head.Whispering.Whispering your favorite lies.I can feel your pounding them inas I shriek out my piercing cries.My soul is being torn in twoand I have to choose b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/498864/ The classic story of boy meets girlis the game we all  play.Star crossed lovers.Taking care of each other.You always had something beautiful to say.As I met you boy, I found myself loss for words.I found you to be of a different kindand this I found to be absurd.We found a comfort and stood by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/498512/ Here I sit in silence all alone with my thoughtsand while I sit to ponder I have become very distraught. I think of days long lost,while you continue to still linger.Remembering times forever past and I question why you always held my ring finger.I question what all our actions m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/496055/ I frolic down the laneas I stop to sniff the flowers .I walk by and wonder about all of natures magical powers.I hear a hummerbird singingwhen it hovers over me.I listen in amazement as I try to disect what the secrets could mean.I gaze upon the cloudsas I lay back and look at the sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/480906/ As the new fallen snow whispers through the trees,Plumes of black smoke blow out of chimmey's.We awake then to seethe garden of silvery white-It so gently fell throughout the frozen night.Yet the sillvery flakes are still fluttering bywhirling in the wind-above from the sky.And as I st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/480890/ There are the selfish b******s.Who take and take and takeuntil they can take no more.Even when they have it all,greed comes knocking at their door.Then there are the givers,who think they are no more deserving of anything than potatoes in a sack.If you are freezing cold,they will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/480523/  I sit and I watch the news, to see what it being doneand sadly, I am in no shock of all the lies that are spun.War:as if anything is really solvable by fighting.The only thing that is driving this is our never-ending greed.A fight for more oil, because destroying the Earth is gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/480448/ I have sat here for a while now in silencethinking,formulating of words to say.Nothing  comes to mind,everything is still very grey.It was never black or white with you,yet never once was it the same.We were of many colors,I love that we are different, was our favorite claim... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/480442/ Love and truth are the words I speak.I speak them from the heart, without having to think.I think, thinking to much will destroy what was meant to be saidand if we let that happen, then the words are dead.If words die,the thoughts will be less stout.Like water to a flame, they will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/470723/ The cold wind is blowing,for the autumn months are comingand as November is approaching,I guess I will no longer hear your strumming.As the night before is upon usI can feel the tears build up inside of me.I can barely form words when we stand face to face.It is worse for you, as far.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/470707/  All around usthese horrid things are said and done.What us humans seem to forget and to respect-is being destroyed-and change starts with one.Can we not keep one thing beautiful, in this great land?I could help out and stop this, but we get scorned for taking a stand.All that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/462952/  It was a summer dreamfor everything was not what it seems.The stars shone with a brilliant  iridescent lightand I believe that's when we were in love, it was at first sight.We would walk on water, we danced in the rain,our emotions were flowing, there was no restraint.The tree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/462948/ A number in red,is etched onto my forehead.It follows me everywhere, hovering,as I walk all across these busy streets.It traces my footsteps, my shadows too.What sense does it make, if all I can do with my number is lose.This number plays my life like a song,it flows about me in all dire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/460915/  When we first began conversing everything was better than great.Our laughs could be heard over the hills, from miles away,and there was nothing going wrong- as of late.We shared deep talks of  life,emotion and love,into the poems we wrote.Then when push came to shove,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/460908/ Why do the best things always leave?Why do the most beautiful words, tend to deceive? Why do emotions, even the worst of them,tend to lead us to trouble?You can see it through our movements and reactions,even those that are so subtle. Why do we become so afraid, when love i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/456586/ It is 1:00 amand the street lights are slowly coming onto lighten the black night.They illuminate the sky as they take away the beauty.There is only you and Ias we walk the empty worn out pathways.Red.Green.Yellow.Red.We lay under the street lights watching the colors dance.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/455257/ Exit only.Sleep deeply.Laugh loudly.Walk randomly.Eat exotically.Run wildly.Live freely.Love intetionally-Passionately-Madly and softly-Vividly-Beautifully-Completely and fully.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/455256/ Take a closer look,into things unseen.Take a closer look,into just being.I hope you find yourself,amongst the sunlight-living your dream.I hope learn to love freelyas you dance in the breeze.And I wish that the breezetakes you to anywhere you want to go-lifts you and carries .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/455254/ The days keep on rolling by faster than I thought.No one stops to enjoy the trees,the sunlightor a crisp celestial night;For everyone is distraught. This person though,this guy,he's everything I would ever want.He is perfect in my eye.We walk through the night and we we sneak off i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/451013/  I truely despise the way your mind thinks and sees,you are just like a lock,useless, because there is no key. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/449085/  There are few of us leftor few who let it be known.Those who break form the shell,to make the world their own.Our cries can be heardall across this "great land"yet, we are the ones whosuffer for taking a stand.All across the machine's news,are ads to be yourself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/447867/  Her pillow absorbs her tearsas she cries herself to sleep.Her parents are yelling againand her pain is more than skin-deep.He goes to school like nothing is wrong,walks the crowded hallways, class to class;and no one even hears him-hears him scream his song.And as she bears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/443645/  I blinked and rubbed my eye;blackness is all that came up,there was something else too, an eyelash for good luck.A little smile grew across my face, as I slowly closed my eyes,I drifted off into dreamland, not to my surprise.In my world the sun was a brillant shade of yellow and it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/443378/ We all grow up wanting and hearingthe same thing;"just be happy" they all tell us, live for you dream.However, as we slowly get older the saying seem to change.So everything you said was a lie, is what you are telling me?What happened to live your life?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/442891/ with help for the title from my friend Dennis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/442705/  Is anyone themselves?I do not believe so,we try to fit an image-that everyone will know.People try to be perfect,to make others satisfied.They buy everything they want and need,with the media as their guide.The world tells us-what they think is "in"-everyone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/441355/ with a little help for the title by my friend Dennis http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/440990/ It was perfect beginingand nothing could get better.The start of a great summerbecause you and I were finally together.We both are captivated by music,enjoy each and every note,down to the last lyric.We live in the moment of the songembrace the emotions that flow out of itwhich s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/439199/ There is a butterfly with broken wings,next to the canary which-does not sing.Who lands on the bell,that does not ring;Where it should shine in sun,but light it does not bring.The world is dark-Everyone.Everything,Life can be cut short,like scissors to a string,No one is left.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/436267/ Running, running,Where am i going?Why am i running?To?From?Back?Forth?Am I searching too?I am looking for somethingmissing someone...Am I lost?Why am I lost?Why do I not know or understand?And why is this complicated?Complications-Why does it have to be this way?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/436263/ Where is that someone,to hold me when I cry?Someone to tell me everything is alright.When all I want-deep downis to die.Where is  that someone,who hold me close to their heart?One who has that comforting embrace-that loving smile-that heart of gold-who promises never to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/434623/ A flame-A single candleremains lit in the darkest of rooms.Ashes.They fall helplessly to the ground.Withering away.Lifeless.As the wax slowly dwindles and drips down the sides,the flame begins to leave,The burnt wick barely supportsthe gentle flame.The hot-liquid wax is overb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/431586/ Sorrow.Hurt.Pain.Is what lies within my heart.RegretGuilt-they remain,this should not have happened from the start.My heart-it aches,from all the yelling done.My eyes they are tiredand it has only just begun.My mind lays uneasy,My emotions are a mess.It  kills .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/431558/ It is 1:00 am.Slow walking.Sporatic breathing.I close my door  behind me.What we did not want to happen,has happened.It is over.All over.You had to,were forced to-but did not want to.I understood though,I took it well-at that time-in that moment.It is 2:00 am... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/423670/ Don't cry baby,I'm still here,I'll be there with youWhether far or near.I will hold you close,When no one listens to you,I will love you forever-Honey that is the truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/411481/ I believe that life is a gift.That of like a flower bothShedding and growingPetal by petal.In the beginning or in the end,It could still turn out to be beautiful.Though the original path has changed,It could still turn out to beTotally unexpectedAnd sometimesChange is for the goo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/411465/ We are all wandering,in search-for something in this lonely world.We all suffer-have pain and struggle.We are all longing,grasping for a hand-to pull us out of the darkness.There is one thing that connects us all-A beating heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/411461/   There is a trail I see, it lays hidden.trodden by few.It rests amongst all the dead leaves,where light barely shines through.There is one person I found,There is one person I have found,he who has his own rhythm-who will follow me through these woodsand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/410382/ Scream a silent screamas the black tears they do flow,a lost cry of despiration-which no one will ever know.Sitting up against the wall with your head hung downward,slow and heavy breathing-life is not going foward.Rational-Irrational-thoughts oh they flow,run through the mind-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/410109/ I believe it is our time to go now,we are next up in line-Time to say our vows,first you say yours, then I will say mine.You came up to my faceour eyes intertwinedthere was no time to waste-for we are many years behind.Then you took me by the hand,whispered in my ear, it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lacsmiley/409685/