http://slow.writerscafe.org/stepintothecruz The original writings of author Steph Cruz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003401 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My past has just learnedto crawl undermy outermost layerof skin.I scratch. I want to turn inside out,so I can pick outthe shouldn’t havesthe mistakesthe should havesso I can leavethe few occasionswhere I actually didsomething right.and be able to breatheand sleepwithout remembering.I itch.It&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1212513/ An answer to The Runaway State's song "SWAY" :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1199595/ The concept of time eludes me always.I float along by memories,not the ticks of a clock,or the pages of a calendar,but simply by the number of timesI’ve heard you laugh, orthe amount of thoughts I’ve wasted on you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1196707/ I guess I have to stop writing about you, even just for the mean time. Maybe as the snow stops falling, I should temporarily cease my feeling for you too. Maybe it’s time for me to realize that you have no chance to read my writings after all and that if you ever did, you wouldn’t e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1191833/ It is a dreary night when we first meet. He whispers mythical things in my ear as the fog surrounding us rises to great heights. The outlines of black cypress trees are juxtaposed against the sickly brown sky. Behind us, the wind crashes into the waves and frothy water spills over onto the harbor. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1191819/ I am like an earth worm in love with a star,A pile of ashes dazzled by the sun,A sinner stunned by an angel.And you walk past me,Unaware of my existenceI could drown in the ocean of your eyes,Could ignite at the sound of your voice,Could dissolve when you smile.And yet you walk past me, Unaware http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1190326/ [incomplete] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1190305/ If only I could bea shiny bubble,whisked away into themagnificent day sky.I wouldn’t have a careat all in this cruel world.I’d have a lovely view ofeverything;From snow-peakedmountains tothe great buildingsof busy cities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1190224/ I stood once so long agoin the middle of a kingdombuilt by soiled handsand dishonest men,you’ll say now we still stand therebut, my friend, I assure you we do not.Idealism did not die when the stars fell into the sun,when darkness spread throughout the land.She did not run wild to simply hide... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1190149/ we are the light shinning through the rainy daythe tears of joy masking the painall the smiles that hide the days spent crying awaywe are the makeup you put on all daythe trick mirror that shows you a way to look beautifulthe stars that hide the dark of the nightwe are the masks of lifehiding all th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1189129/ She heaved a weary sigh as she let her heavy eyes droop. The four gray walls and four gray towers that overlooked a space of flowers had held her captive for an eternity. She craved freedom and yet she was terrified of the shadowy world that lay beyond her castle walls and the banks of her river. So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1188615/ [incomplete] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1188178/ I am from the violet skyWhere thoughts trickle like rainAnd happiness reign like a ray of sun touching another person’s soulI am from the laughter echoing in the hillsShouting to the world who I really amEven though nobody hears the whispers of my emotionI am from the twinkling night skyFilled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1186052/ What’s with a person’s face that makes it different?Is it the crookedness of the nose,the circularity of the eyes, the slightness of the position of features,or is it the fullness of the mouth?I wonder how can a slight difference can makea whole new individual in an estimation .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1185650/ I’m not afraid to be aloneI’m afraid that somewheredown the line, I’ll take more comfortin listening to my own thoughtsthan an actual conversation. I guess I’m afraid of falling in my own trap of self-denial and doubt,after all, we all need someoneto ackno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1185647/ I don’t like dreaming within this houseas the porch creeks with an uninvited guestand the stairs bend to the weight ofwords we left unsaid�"but then you’re therewith hand out-stretched, saying it is nothing morethan the inquisitorial soul, seeking the ideato feed the shadows .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1180452/ I befriended him like a kid looking for a new playmate, but not the mirthful feels, not the exuberant ones; I felt dark looking for loneliness, I felt dark looking for a sole companion. I searched for him in crestfallen, in depression, because I needed him, I needed him to breathe in me. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1178120/ His aura is that of the moon:only to be viewed in a total eclipseof the heart, mind, and soul;the light that shines through the darknessand illuminates the way for the lost and broken-hearted.He is watching always and so tenderlyand the twinkling gaze descends gently;the stars that are His eyes&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1177679/ A crumpled piece of paper,just barely passing the garbage can,holds so many words that willremain unheard, and unread,and all of these words have diedand will always remain as they areinvisible and scrutinized and given up on.The heavy feet that tread onunforgiving sentences,all day and night,will s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stepintothecruz/1177521/ Silence is all I hear. The floor creeks, the air around me becomes suffocating. The moon shines through the broken window like my broken heart. A mournful river of tears run down my face. 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