http://slow.writerscafe.org/thevenot87 The original writings of author featherstoflight en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987350 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your are not close enough My souls not docked but the seas are rough Using my hands to hang on shorebut the sand is to hard to hold I don’t let go, your not close enough Water came into my lungs and I lost myself gasping for air I’m an un-docked soul bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1200413/ I know you are in there somewhere in the dark I feel you in hereinside the center of my heartif you don't come out to play i wont stay if you don't hurry upi am going to give upget on out you creatureyou scared little thing come on out you teacher i'm gunna give you win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1161399/ Its so beautiful it hurts my feelings.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1158410/ I almost slipped onto the ledge from which I was trying to fall. Without hesitation I reached for salvationgripping the edge of Hell's unfailing wall. I now realize I must cut the hands that caused me sorrow. I fetch the knife from under my tongue and fall into tomorrow.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1155835/ A heaven for my dreaming where my reality comes alivethe life i was given inside comes to run in stridean endless canvasmy private madnesswhere my within becomes my without where my heart wants to give where the truth livesmy journal is my life.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1155822/ I’ve been making impressions in the sandWind blows; the memories goI say, I’m stuck in my daydreamMy mornings are mourning from the days beforeSun sets and I’m wet; left cold and damp againMy mind, my mind wont give me loveGive a little time to see how I could turn myse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1154028/ do you really reach for it? everyday you stumble onto the beaten path of thisyou’ve gone down this road before so many time you call it homegreeting every villain before you let them leave the darkyou spot trouble so fast and definedseeking nothingdo you really reach for it?falling off ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1153353/ As I pressed against his lips. I opened my eyes to catch Kristen’s face. I was looking to see if her skin flushed. A warning that perhaps me kissing the man she is in love with may not be to her liking.Not connected. Her eyes seemed shut off. It took me a nano second to make the decisi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1153351/ the days between when the sun is not fully shownand the clouds cloud your colorswhen the storm has passed and the flowers are not yet bloomedthe days between the worst and bestwhen your heart beats without noticethe moments easily forgotten conversations turned by cranks getting by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1143908/ self. underneath the pittybeyond the self sabotage..in the dark of my selfishnessi lay inside my un-admitted dreamssurrounded by the honestyI feel the truth rumbleI close my eyes in liesknowing I  seek the lightI cover my ears so I can’t hear within http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1143906/ What was once a seed The roots are embedded in the dirt I’ve made and the tree has grown into the land I claimed. My hands are heavy and cemented with doubt and this tree I may never dig out. I have gnawed at the trunk with my teeth but the tree has not released. Even if I cut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thevenot87/1136658/