http://slow.writerscafe.org/SilverTree The original writings of author Silver Tree en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018478 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I don't hate myselfbecause who I'm withis another race.I'm not lower than you,or deceived.I don't tell youwho to care for,so don't tell me.Why does my relationshipneed to justify you're own decisions?Aren't you supposed to bethe one who's so 'secure'?My personal spacemeans my personal business.Is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1151098/ I'm in a worldlost, ignored.Never acceptedby a communitythat looks like me.Why?All my differencesstressed by my peers.Looked over bymainstream eyes.They don't care,so why do you?Yes, I'm reading a book.Not committing a crime.But if I point this out,I'm the elitist.State of things,enough to depress m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1151093/ See me standing hereand you get so nearI hope to ignore youI hope you walk awayBut instead you speak,expect me to flush and stutter I am not happyto be a piece of meat you judgeI am not up for sell at the bus stopAvailable because I'm thereI am not happyand this I will not accept You are n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1150815/ No, I will not be controlledOn me censorship cannot be forcedTo the patriarchy, this my challenge Shouting is loud, but I hear only whispersIn this black feminist bodySings a song that echoes Shudder to think I can beInvincible andVery alive, not hidden in a different skinEverything you wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1150813/ A humorous poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1150310/ The tree stands outA maiden with skin of barkand hair of Spanish mossCount yourself among the rareto gaze upon herSo many pass, yet never seeLeaves that fall are her tearsClear them awaySign that someone still cares   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1150305/ Mona held up Raven and Corey held up Alrik as they moved outside. Calypso moved the stools onto the grass, then helped Grandma Norma and Grandma Vera to sit down. She gave them blankets, and then went back inside for the Yule log. Everyone formed a circle and sat down, with the log at the cente.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1149175/ Mona supplied her own feast and was already preparing it the way she knew people preferred. Just another sign that this wasn't her first time dropping in unannounced. And being married for twenty-three years to Alrik's best friend, she was fully aware of the dangers running out of food would br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1149172/ Had some lyrics from a song written in,but here I'll just post a link to the song.Heidevolk - Nehalennia https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBpDom4QWHE This is what Alrik is listening to when he enters the story.Enjoy!_____ Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday passed in a blur. Calypso w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1149169/ Calypso’s alarm clock seemed to blare through the house. Poking her head out she gave it her best death glare, but it wasn’t intimidated. Trying to keep as much of her body beneath the warm blankets, Calypso made multiple attempts before succeeding in turning it off. Lying face down in h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1149166/ Calypso felt the water drift over her head and felt instantly overwhelmed by still calmness. Her dark brown hair drifted and tangled as if the tendrils had a life of their own. Instinctively she held her breath the moment she became submerged, not thinking it wouldn’t be necessary. Calypso beg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1149165/ A feel-good story about a group of Wiccan friends at Yule. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1149164/ How to spend the hours?So in my memorythe day is not empty?Who's life have I touched?Who have I movedto be a changeA step outsideboundaries of an invisible fence.Have I been that change? Questions, I look backCannot answerSimple goals, I struggle to reacheven with hands openLife has no rhythm I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1148814/ Daily I walkThis inner labyrinth With only a candleTo light my wayEach step reveals a piecenever the complete puzzle This is my chanceTo find who I am To find release for spiritWhen I open my eyesI find my path still thereInvisible to all but me As confidence growsMeek steps turn to bold s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1148806/ Around my shouldersLight of moonlight fallsThrough whispering fieldsJoy and peace, a shieldFor darkness wishes nearA breeze whistles through the leavesA tinkling laugh, I knowShe will be thereEven as I open my eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1148805/ A personal poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1148804/ Written from the viewpoint of a possibly insane woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilverTree/1148801/