http://slow.writerscafe.org/alwayspenombra The original writings of author A.M. Everlasting en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775982389 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's easy to lose sight of the greater plan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076716/ Piece #4 from my Disney-Inspired Collection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076715/ Piece #3 of my Disney-Inspired Collection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076714/ In memoriam to a heart we'll never know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076700/ Piece #2 of my Disney-Inspired Collection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076692/ What happened to your butterfly?She used to float so free.She used to smile, but it’s been awhileSince she’s been that happy.If you ask, she won’t say a word;You know butterflies don’t speak.She used to sing, but here’s the thing- Her song is growing weak.What was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076688/ Piece #1 of my Disney-Inspired Collection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076687/ In memory of a beloved pet who was lost too soon. Trigger warning for description of traumatic event and feelings of loss - may be too much for some people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076685/ If you’ve ever been breathlessAfter staring at an ocean sunriseLight cast down upon the watersBeneath pink and orange streaked skiesOr if you’ve ever lost yourselfIn the coolness of the breezeThe feeling of the sunlight soothesAs it puts your mind at easeOr if you’ve ever loved so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076683/ Distance can be difficult for couples to overcome, but it is always worth the hardship for the right one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/2076681/ We can’t outrun the lionOr match the softness of its maneNo matter just how hard we tryOr just how long we trainThere’s grace in every featureGod touched with His handA beauty much too beautifulFor us to ever understandThe bird was meant to flyThe parrot gifted with his talkStill they gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/740718/ It takes faith. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/740715/ Hope is not a word, even spoken,To those who can see it is brokenAnd feel, not the day yet awoken,But the bitter winds of night.Hope is not a word, even written,To those whom fate has twice bitten,And lie in the night, still the kittenBlind to the tools of its might. Hope is not a word, even borrowe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/711419/ Everything has an end I’m toldBut does it not also have a start?Unfortunately for both involvedIt’s difficult to tell the two apart.The paths, both beaten and worn,Lead in separate directions I seeBut too closely linked at the firstI can’t find which is right for me.Twilight nears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/651983/ Inspired by the movie, "A Walk To Remember" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/606498/ She said my name - a mere whisper in the darknessIn her dreams, in her thoughts, I now resideAnd such a sweet whisper I had never heard beforeThat, if were I born again, I would have died. She said my name, and I felt the chill dissipateIn my dreams, in my thoughts, I'd never knownAnother fearl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/555984/ As lightening shone and thunder blewI danced the dance that dancers doAnd leapt in rain, abundant grace,And felt the drops fall on my face.The tears that came fell freely, tooAs I danced the dance that dancers doWhen sorrow knocks upon our doorAnd it's all we can feel anymore.My bones were chilled, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/549643/ Hearing their voices, rise and fall So easily, gently, and without careI sing my song along to their musicOh, in that place, I want to be there.I admire the grace in their stylingsThe pitch, vibrato, all delicately soYet the magnitude of power waitsIn the depths of beauty just belowSuch control I ad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/549458/ Believe did you that the Lord, our Savior, struck me blind?Or think an accident I'd suffered and so tragic lost my mind?Then pity do I the ignorance that so rudely has plagued youTo have faith that your charade I couldn't possibly see through.Such sympathy I have that your strength lies not in subtl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/549446/ Broken mirrors line the walls whereThe reflection differs by the angle.You see what you want to believeWhen she's too lost to unentangle.Can you see her tears fall endlesslyOr did the sunlight block the view?Can you catch the silent shadowsBehind those eyes of crystal blue?There's a beauty that's de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/537061/ A Queen is not a Queen without her King. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/537000/ Whatever you need, I'll do it for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/535927/ Like crisp bills in our walletsOn the needless spentAnd waste the precious momentsYet wondering where they went.For each is a rusted pennyTossed beneath us to the groundBut with enough a small fortuneIn pennies can be found.And have we so lost our own senseThat from others we must borrow?Though Time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/533924/ Roses may be red with their petals of velvet    Violets may be bluer than the sky has seen yetDaises, pansies, lilies ― each with their own sensationBut none can describe you but the beautiful carnation.The flower of the ancient Greek and Roman daysRuffled in perfection beneath .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/521660/ I'm caught in the in between of childhood and ladyI sit where both the sun shines, and the trees are shadyBuried in leaves of doubt and hit with rays of 'why?'I cannot help but ask myself: Who am I?The wind stir trouble and light burns my skinSomehow I'm still standing from my strength withinBut fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/509122/ Fairies fly freely and swirl over your headWith the glimmer of thoughts left unsaidShining with golden leprechaun glitterWhile silently wild pixie dreams pitterWhite unicorns dance while Pegasus fliesPrince Charming appears before your eyesMermaids beckon from seas far awayNy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/503258/ Don't touch my heart with a gloved handOr smile while you stifle a grimaceYou try to pretend, but you can't understandSo why must you put up the pretense? Don't wipe my tears with a used napkinOr cry with your bitter and cold tearsIf you find your patience and love run thinWhy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/502947/ There was distance but we ran it;Side by side, we overcame.Word at a time, we shared our storiesNow we'll never be the same.There were secrets that defined usBut confiding linked one soulTo a higher level of trust That made two completely whole.There were tears of joy and sadness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/502308/ Another gushy love story; I've had a lot of these lately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/494686/ Cool glass on my foreheadI stare into a moonlit nightTrees of eerie shadow swayIn silver rays of light.Darkness hums on the breezeDistantly, I hear dogs sing.A little truck coughs on byCrying cricket echoes ringStars dance around the moon aboveTwinkle, fade, step, glideThe dew re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/494681/ Forbidden fruit doeth taste the sweet,More so than anything you'll eatJust one bite ignites your need,A powerful enemy is the greedTo resist, oh, the point is moot,For no one can resist the fruit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/491763/ I'm used to locking myself away;A part of me for another day,But long ago I lost the keyTo that key part inside of me.So I accept this as my fate;I close myself to every date;To every face I will pretendThat I just want another "friend".A friend indeed you've been to meAnd I thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/491757/ Though abuse takes over a person's life, they sometimes find it hard to admit. But who wants to be known as a victim? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/491246/ Wintry frost coats the groundIcing on a Christmas treatSnow falls down in heavy flakesOn rooftops, an icy sheet. Through a cold & glass windowSits a lovely Christmas scene:Tinsel, baubles, & shimmering lightsHung on branches of evergreen. Lovely presents big and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/488434/ Some mothers can get over the trauma and pull strength for the sake of the resulting child... Others cannot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/488431/ I remember we were down by that hollow treeWhen you knelt down and whispered to me,"Kiss me if you can." Then you ran away.I followed you around, trying to catch you all day.When the sun went down, we said goodbye.I told you I'd kiss you tomorrow, if you let me try.So we played this game.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/483796/ His eyes shine with pure adoration as he looks at me,And I can't help but wonder what it is that he does see.What is it that makes him smile after we've broken a kiss?Why does he let me hit him when it should've been a miss?What makes him give me his jacket when I shiver from the cold?What.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/483790/ When you feel the loss so deeply that its hard to cry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/483737/ Losing the home you grew up in brings up nostalgic and difficult memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/483048/ It peeks through fluffy clouds at dawnLike a curious child views something newIts temperature rays caress treetopsAnd dance across a sky of blue.Slipping soundlessly through branchesDown to grace the velvet landsOr glisten upon calm ocean wavesOr warm cool shore sands.Its glow illumi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/483047/ Sometimes I find it hard to completely trust in people, even friends. When you've been stung once, you can't stand to be stung again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/483032/ A single block, the tiniest block,Brown and brittle on its ownStack another right on topAnd the one’s no longer alone.Then another to the twoThe number comes to threeThen they add up one by oneAnd form an endless seaWhile the block at the bottom,That brown and brittle piece,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/482852/ Life is a measure of lonely nights, a measure of broken hearts,Life is a measure of work and skill, a measure of different arts.Life is a measure of well spent time, a measure of wasted breath,Life is a measure of new life, and life is a measure of death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/481141/ The daylight fades into glittering skylineClad in winter wear, they walkDown the streets of the stifling cityConspicuous glances at outlines of chalk.The city’s blood soaks the groundSplattering graffitied walls with redTrails of murder linger nearLike ghosts of victims long past.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/481136/ The pink hearts of St. ValentineStand only as a silly signTo call them "hearts" is quite absurdThat's not the meaning of the word.However, I can quite agreeThat one has better imagery!For who would want to see a lump,Of veins and arteries which pumpBlood through all your body parts?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/480639/ It may be hard to tell but I am trying to let you in,By slowly lowering the walls that lock my heart within.So many have come before and left me torn inside,Now behind this barrier is my safe place to hide.But from you I find that I don’t want to run away,I want to hold you closely, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/480554/ You say it's okay, but I can hear the lie,It's easy to tell that you're angry inside.Oh, what I wouldn't give to be inside your head,Or to undo everything I did and said.It's undeniably true that I am to blame,Because of my faults, we'll never be the same.You say I'm forgiven and you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/480552/ "It's hard when she's my own reflection." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/480550/ Where everything is perfect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/480207/ When it's always in the place it's supposed to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alwayspenombra/480201/