http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lessonsinfreedom The original writings of author Ry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018471 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 First love. Black, tattered jacket smothered in night time air. A nameless cologne,Persistence I itch for.So everywhere, I look for you. State fair hot dog stand.Public bus.Shopping mall. Nothing like me,But everything. Still. Second love. Comfort in a Beatles hoodie I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lessonsinfreedom/2056648/ I didn't bring you here to wallow,Lying broken-hearted on the pavement like a flattened doe. I didn't pick up your pieces so you could throw them away,Tapping to the beat of Ryan Adams' Cry On Demand,Drowning in empty riverbeds.   You can write yourself an hon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lessonsinfreedom/1235818/ The common, basic depression sometimes associated with growing up. For me, middle school and most of high school was this. I'm happy to say I've reached the light. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lessonsinfreedom/1198904/ Don't look for me, love. After all has come and left,I am gone from here.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lessonsinfreedom/1188482/ Here she lies, The tangled mess,The broken soul, You know the rest. Born for trouble She can't find. Restless, she's running blind. Fire and flames behind her soul,Countless tales never told, Never known.  Full of wonder,Full of  grace. She holds still,Waits for a taste.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lessonsinfreedom/1144743/ Dark. Blackened sky.I see you in the flash,In the light as it poursThrough the blinds and into my tortured mind.   You will not leave me here,That I know.  I can feel no rest, no peace while you're awake, While you're smiling, tilting your head,Taunting my fragile heart with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lessonsinfreedom/1110940/ What are you doing hereIn the light of this small town street,Looking at stars? What do you seek? Are you longing for something you've lost,Something you can't find?Or are you simply standing, Turning your face to the breeze as it brushes your skinIn silent conversation? &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lessonsinfreedom/1106699/ The cursor blinks with impatience. I think, millions of jumbled thoughts scurrying around.I cannot hear. I cannot distinguish. I cannot speak the words my mind wants me, so desperately, to say.  I don't mind. As long as those words are stuck inside me,There is a place to someday move.After that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lessonsinfreedom/1034844/ Sunset shadows dance in the waning light. The world is still, silent if not for the sound of crickets chirping.The lonely desert sings tonight.The air is clear, comfortable,Accomodating. I lounge in the glow of the porch light, Watching a stray cat prowl down the street. He is free in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lessonsinfreedom/971656/