http://slow.writerscafe.org/burningbridges The original writings of author burningbridges en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775458729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A piece for my creative writing class. Our teacher gave us a list of 18 nouns that we had to use. It was tough, but I'm pleased with the outcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/480986/ Something I wrote awhile ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/457439/ Write a story about an empty glass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/457437/ True to your wordSeptember’s come back,swept in with the wind once more,fading love to grey.And it’s nothing newto see your name scrawledin margins of my notebook,with the ocean’s spray.You see it’s always been autumn’s sorrowthat stained my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456220/ Sitting in tidal poolswhere the sun touches the horizonI can’t help but wonderwhat you are-A fallen angel from the arms of God?Or maybe just wishesmade on shooting stars.I’m not sure exactly where you came from,the starfish told me you washed in with the tide,moving l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456219/ Behind closed lidsI see your faceand we are dancing,The late summer sunis radiant,where specks of dustdance with usin golden raysthat turn your hairinto strands of fire. The dandelion seedsfly by youand they tickle your nose,milky skinsprinkled with fairies footprints.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456218/ She saidWe must whisper hereUnder the moonWhere the rhythm of our heartsIs the rise and fallOf the wavesAnd she is an oceanWith bottomless depthsBut she never drowns.She saidAll is quiet hereUnder the moonWhere the desire in our bodiesIs the flicker and flameOf a candle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456217/ I don’t knowIf the black expanse of skyCould ever compareTo the depth of your eyesBut Seeing it stretch onStars staining canvasReminds meOf everything you gave meThose nights in the sandThe acrid smell of saltWraps around meLike your armsStrongSoothingLike the l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456216/ Once upon a timeyou said we were a clichéa thousand, million colorsin an elaborate displayAt night I turn back the clocksso I can start over with a new dayfor time tells me what I amand what is here to staynothing’s here to stayYou told me that the only place you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456215/ How many devils can dance on a point?I know that you’re sorry to disappointDid you know that the mermaids sang me your song?I just wanted to tell you to always stay strongI don’t know how you can swallow the seabut I do know your need to finally break freeAnd I see your face .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456213/ The hands on the clock are brokenOne’s moving too fast and the other is frozenBeating to the time of your heartOceans and oceans apartIt doesn’t make sense,But what ever does?I’ll meet you tomorrow at the playgroundYou’ll meet me tomorrow where what’s lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456212/ She saidThe August sky burns bright tonightthe stars are hanging lowthe Heaven’s may not last foreverbut they show us all we know.She told meWhen the crickets start to cryour time will have run outthe second’s fall to lonelinesswith that there is no doubt.I whispe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456210/ It’s the second time around nowempty streets withtired eyes and a tired skyThe stars won’t shine tonight.and Central Park is quietonly the trees whisper their fearsof “I don’t understand…”Nobody understands.Now the Hudson’s overflowing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burningbridges/456205/