http://slow.writerscafe.org/Feary The original writings of author Feary en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775339485 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the paper,sitting there.the blacks of the inkslowly seeps out,dominating the page... pouring out over spilled milklooking back;it is already doneentirely blackjust black hesitantly,the pencil is picked upscratching nothing no ink is left behindno sign is madeno letter is there&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Feary/1150194/ I have recently made a blog, But...I can't add anything,Nothing comes to mind-It's sitting there, useless.  But nowI think I know why.  Poetry are my blogs, They explain my feelings inways, just stringing words together yet letting mepour my soul out.  They explain things in deep ways.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Feary/1149151/ I'm thinking about the world, This strange, strange world, I'm thinking about the golden wings of a butterfly, So delicate to touch, So fragile and pretty.  I'm thinking about war, How lives are lost inrages of fury to competeover land or power.  I'm thinking about cancer, An unknown .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Feary/1148129/ In this world long forgotten, She turns her back, Hands caressing the black silk, She whispers wordsThat fade quietly into the atmosphereAnd she walks away, Walking away from a homeThat she now lives not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Feary/1147914/ drop. a dew of something, maybe fogged?hidden there under the dusty shadows ♥ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Feary/1147758/ a short free-verse, brevity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Feary/1147447/