http://slow.writerscafe.org/panntink The original writings of author Flora en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013114 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Little dots of orangewalking in a line.Forgotten inside thesewalls of concrete and steel.Some live with anger.Others with regret.Some are headstrong, whileothers barely feel.Pictures on a wall,stuck there withtoothpaste.Cause no tape is allowed.People fading fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1475204/ Next Fix,Next hit.Can't be dope sick.Used needles,Tie me off.So much pain, numb it all.Steal, dealCut, stab.It's easy money being bad.Runaway from your past.One to many.This hit's your last.Facing God,begging please.It was the drugs,that did this to me.Can I hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1475197/ Prison life through the prisoners eyes, and emotions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1449554/ A funeral from a unique perspective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1405267/ The grass has been freshly cut and the smell of upturned earth gives the atmosphere a false sense of comfort. All is quiet except for a young girls gentle sobs as she leans against the oak tree she had played under since she was born. Its Autumn and the leaves are a brilliant orange and yellow. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1387596/ It hadbeen a long day touring the Indian Reservation. John and Chyanne Milton slowlywalked back up the path towards the parking lot and Reservation gift shop.Deciding to cool off before the 3 hour drive home John and Chyanne made theirway into the gift shop. Thankfully the A.C... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1303621/ John has 12 days to solve the Dream Catcher's mystery or he will forever be caught in it's web. 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He said he wouldn't be long.He just wanted to try them out.Stretch his wings sort of speakhaha.I told him it was dangerous.That the wax would melt if itgot to hot.But he just smiled and pattedmy shoulder.like I was a dumb chit who kne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1281249/ The girl you see or me,are two very different girls.One knows all the answers.The other's lost in her own world.One girl sees the brighter things.The other sees the dark.One tries to do it all.While the other only a part.These two girls look alike.But are as diffe3rent as they can be.By looking you'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1273350/ There's a monster under my bed.I tell you that it's true.There's a monster under my bed.But what am I to do?He never shows all of himself,At least not at one time.Only thing I've seen,Is his tail and his behind.It's sort of polka dotted.With stripes along the end.But that's all I could see,Before he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1273343/ I heard a whisper in my ear.Stirring a spark into a flame.Hope I hadn't felt in years.Within my soul awakened again. I sought a love I'd onlydreamed of.A dream I knew so very well.To find peace inside the chaos.To find a heaven instead ofhell. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1246136/ The Armor of God How can we stand in so muchpain.How will we endure this life?Tho given sunshine along withrain.There is still so much pain andstrife. Emotions are stretched andfeelings abused.As life knocks us down again.We search for the me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1246135/ The Road to HellThe road to hell is a wide and inviting road. With all of life's earthly pleasures lining the sidewalks. The road to hell is also paved with good intentions. I meant to go to church. I planned on getting saved. There are also many side roads or escape routes on this road.Signs like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1245910/ On Sunday morning pews fill up,as people take their seats.Saints appear as though from above.Though they were sinners throughout the week.Perfect smiling faces.Hiding broken hearts and lives.Keeping up with appearances.Is the only way to survive.The preacher speak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1245792/ A poet penned about a lamb                                            &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1245780/ He thinks he's so clever,waking us up everyday.Boy what wouldn't I give,if that rooster would go away. Maybe farmer could have rooster,instead of chicken stew.What if he fell off of that rooftop,that's an easy thing to do. Maybe we can throw him,under farmer's big red plow.Man you'd see th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/panntink/1245762/ I look into seas of blue,and I'm taken to a beautiful memory. 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