http://slow.writerscafe.org/Missmeagn The original writings of author Simply Meag en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776132429 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Word doodles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1375899/ I grew up in a hole in the ground sort of town where you never think that you'd ever escapeBut when I'm with you I feel so far awayThe worlds grown biggerWith each step we takeRoads got longerWith every breathThose brick walls Break Come tumbling down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1328670/ Lyrics I'm still working on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1328669/ Thought I had broken wingsThe day the wheels spokeChokedAs if all I could do was fallGlass shatteredOils splatteredTorn into piecesBut here I standTogetherScarredBut everything's still hereBrokenBut healingI can still fly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1322460/ There used to be a timeCrossed a lineDon't know why or whenBut I left your kindBehind meAlways wonderedWhy I left this, happinessMissing out on sweet blissAnd every time I pour a glassI'm just drinking from the bottleOf my lifeBut latelyYou've got me on my toesLately, I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1253081/ I've got a heavy heartOne that's full of ghostsAnd every time that it beatsI feel the ones I miss mostThere's a rythum to thisOne that gets a bit offThat's what I loved about usWe did with whatever we gotSo why the long faceWhy the tears fallAre you happyWith this love at a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1228937/ Dipping toes into the crisp waterReaching arms into the blue skyFeeling lightFeeling brightLike the summer sunLike a cool night breeze http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1228928/ Darling do you long for meMy shattering sweet kisses all wound up for missesLove me here love me there love me notDo you watch me like I wait for youOn the corner all dolled upFor a man whose arms will hold MeDarling do you you long for meSweet kisses like sapphireThere's a fine .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1223111/ RealityLive in the nonexistentFurther into fantasyImagination rentedSurviving in ecstasyBetween the twoBalanceFiction and non fictionwe can bracebetween lines, listenThe mind; a placehiding from responsibilityUnwrittenlost from realityit is unbalanced http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1167921/ Sometimes I don't quite know what to do with myselfI feel as though I'm floatingAs though even the ropes and rocks that are holdingcouldn't hold tight enough to keep me from driftingI am a broken ship without an anchorA floating bird without wingsThe wind just sits still, it no longer singsI am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1164963/ A hand against my faceWarm as breathFine as silkMakes a heart raceSoft whispers do gracethe air around usfeels lightand leaves no trace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1164606/ Each day we move forward in life, passing by all obstacles, sometimes we wait for a sign. 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I might not rush around chanting songs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1163499/ Sometimes I just sit at my desk and stare. Not necessarilyat the computer screen, but just blankly ahead as though I’m waiting, wishing,no; I am willing some sort of magic to happen in front of me. As though my eyescan burn the writing into the screen, or that maybe some force of nature .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1159875/ But if we are winning, why am I so afraid? It’s like a foreign object to me. It is but a step away, but solarge of a step is it to take. When your climbing down a mountain and youreach you're feet out without seeing your next step, you reach until you feel it,but before you touch it bene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1159872/ When driving on a highway, you can slip into a thought process, bouncing from different areas of your life like many trampolines. Never knowing where you”ll end up or how far away you will go. The roads blend, just as these thoughts, and soon you end up much farther than you planned .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1159491/ A young girl has left her home in search of adventure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missmeagn/1159487/