http://slow.writerscafe.org/sileramartin The original writings of author Silera Martin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028501 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Such an empty shellWhich was once a personFull of life and joyNow an empty shellFull of echoesCrying silent tearsNever truely feelingAn empty shellTo be full, to be complete, to be happyNever again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sileramartin/537050/ Im falling insideDeep insideDeeper and deeperWhere no one real can get to meWhere no one real can hurt meWhere no one real exsistsFalling insideA whole new worldThis world can beMagical, adventurousOr even a mysteryFalling insideDeep insideDeeper and deeperInto a book&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sileramartin/481491/ it should explain itself, i guess http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sileramartin/481473/ Love is hard to obtainSo don't search for itLet it come to youIt might take a lifetimeBut wouldn't that be betterThan to find false loveAnd love that is meaninglessYou may not know love When it hits youBut keep your eyes openDon't rush into love blindfoldedOpen your eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sileramartin/476432/ As I watchHis body's inner light slowly fadesHis sad smile slowly becomes a blank stareHis skin slowly becomes colderAnd his grip on my hand lossensAs I watch I know exactly what is going onI knew it would happen somedayBut I did not know it would happen this soonI kiss both his chee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sileramartin/475687/ I sit herein the darkWonderingI wonder about my future. . .what will I do for a living?What choices will I have to make?Wondering about my family. . .Will they be alright?Will we still love each other?Wondering about my future mistakes. . .How bad they would affect me?How they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sileramartin/471458/  I made stupid choicesI planned things wrongWish I could make it all betterWish i could turn back timeAnd correct my wrongs to rightsBut it's, too, late so I mustForgive, forget, and move onForgive myselfForget my pastand move onLike everyone tells me to. . .  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sileramartin/471361/