http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mitch%20Salls The original writings of author Cove Mitchell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996159 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Press out the pulseConnect connectLives and lifeTouching a million eventsFrom each mind Finally syncing Grasping for my lifeThis train is so fastQuantum dispersionAlways disintegratesStay pleaseI need you to feel my lifeI want to knowI'm one of youNot so differentThis sphere is so small to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/1364931/ Belief kept a heart from failingand if the worst should happen?Leave no room for doubtSanity can be questionedPassion misunderstoodLove warm as the sun Or cold as the darkest expandingvalleys of empty spaceLive with purposeIt is one of the few things we control http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/1359214/ Perception, Past & Present connect http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/1358577/ Grab your guns, grab your bombs, take everythingI focus my aim and watch your body fall downCall in the planes and light the groundWith the fire from your nightmares I will never back downThis fire burns as planes fall downBombs explode, bullets all aroundNight will fall but the fight wont stop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/1345697/ Doubt, Uncertainty, Introspection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/1304217/ My newest poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/792613/ What is this place I dream of That lays just behind all I see. Is it something I have created? Please tell me it's there. Tell me how beautiful it is. How adventure can always be found, How you can sleep soundly on the edges of cliffs, How you can drift across seas without a stroke, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/332544/ My hands feel weak. I have witnessed destruction in all it's glory. The air seems to dance around me brushing gently at my neck and arms. This Invisible silk is as soft as the attire of angels. Contemplation leads to empty hallways with no end. So I take a seat and sleep to escape. Wonde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/332541/ Dust billowed off the pages of a book that hadn't been read in more than a hundred years. The words gave birth to objects that were, at one time, only ink. The skeleton that lay before the book - waiting patiently for this day - felt that the time to live again was growing near. It stood as ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/332539/ I feel the waves crashing into my soul. I 'm drowning in this ocean yet I throw my limbs into the pull. I swim deeper, though the water isn't cool. Chills crawl throughout my body and I scream to harmonize with the storm I wish would never end. This is where my body and my soul become one. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/332538/  The words begin to surface from the murky depths The mist is dissipating more and more with each breath Your face appears from beneath this darknessShadows  obscure  your  appearanceYou don't look yourselfYou're not the angel I rememberThat porcelain face now looks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/332533/   Dip your hands in Look in my eyes I'll be your canvas Our chests will rise Then fall once more So rush our hearts Run your hands down .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/332532/ The first time I felt God. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mitch-Salls/332529/