http://slow.writerscafe.org/BrianWalters The original writings of author Brian K. Walters en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995342 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem is dedicated to the thousands of children who suffer from child abuse. Please help put an end to their nightmare. Don't close your eyes, lend a hand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/299328/ This is my personal decription of a writer and why we write. I believe every one of us on this site no matter what genre we prefer, can relate to this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/296933/ The Search   Show me the wayto a place I've never been.Free from all this painwhere my soul can soar.  To taste her lips upon mineas I finally feel her touch.Oh, just to see her smile with eyes warmed by love.  Take me away,safely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/293532/ A reality check http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/280505/ Across the miles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/215132/ Awaken The DeadIt's dark and raining outside. I can smell the dampened mold as I climb the stone stairwell. In a circular room at the top of the tower, there is only a large wooden table. On the table lies an old dusty book. Dancing shadows spring from the torches lining the slate gray walls. Ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211757/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211751/ The Writer Sometimes I sit here wondering what to write.Do I write about you?How losing you shattered my life,Or do I write about you in the present tense?To fool myself and the reader,Into thinking everything is still ok. Shall I reminisce about the day I proposed?Or h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211743/ The Truths About Love Some people confuse love with lust or needWhile others dismiss it as a myth or fantasy.Some people say, “You have to work at it”,Or “You must learn to compromise”. While love is accompanied by passion,The passion is that of hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211740/ The Truth She sits motionless, huddled in the corner of a doorway to nowhere.Long gnarled strands of gray partially conceal her empty blue eyes.She bothers not to raise her head at the sound of hurried footsteps.For she knows they only scuffle by, never daring to stop at her feet.As.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211737/ THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS   In todays’ day and time, it's easy to lose sight, of the true meaning of Christmas and one special night.  When we go shopping, We say "How much will it cost?" Then the true meaning of Christmas, Somehow becomes los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211734/ The Traveler  I am merely a travelerEnjoying this wonderful rideSo many things to seeSo much to learn I have felt the warmth of the sun,The gentle kiss of rainThe joy of laughterAnd the honesty of tears With every turn I make A new adventure awaits me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211731/ The Reunion Sitting here staring at an empty wall while chasing shadows in my mind, Wonderful memories appear like flash bulbs revealing a priceless glimpse in time. Slowly, my lifeless eyes drift to the floor while everything around me ceases to exist. There in my sacred world, you appear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211730/       The Reality Of NowThe sweet aroma of roses fade into a distant memoryBlackened pedals drift silently to the hardwood floorOnly to be swept away by a soft summer breezeThe light tickle of ivory once beckoned her embraceNow as it echoes off thes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211727/ The Proposal As we sat on this pebbled beach, thousands of tiny white bubbles danced to the shore. With our socks discarded on the stones, we dipped our toes in the warm crevices left behind. Gently I brushed away the strands of gold from her eyes as they danced on the summer wind. I rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211725/ Photo Album  Turning the pages of an old forgotten book I saw familiar faces and my memories shookIn my mind I ran movies without any soundI saw their laughter and felt their love around  I was reminded of a time long ago .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211723/ The Phone Call Her fingers follow small streaks of rainAs they race for the bottom of the window.The reflection of her endless brown eyesStays constant above her breath on the glass. She doesn’t know the reasons why he leftShe only knows the pain left in his absence... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211722/ I always found Claude Monets' work to be so full of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211718/ The Old Man  I’ve been alone for many yearsI wonder if I can even shed a tearSo long ago I ceased to careTo protect a heart withered and bare The sun still shinesYet it’s warmth I no longer feelI hide behind timeIn fantasy it has the power to heal&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211714/ The Man In The Glass  I wonder if I’ll ever like the man in the glass.Will I ever know him like others believe they do?Who is he, this man with such sad eyes?Will he ever find the peace he searches for? I’ve watched him grow, yet never knew him well.He we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211712/ The Hermit  I had to come here, to this place where time stands still.As the sun rises, life is given to this old hill.The colors of fall unveil a beauty no brush can paint.Here even a child like me feels like a saint. I came here confused and aloneA doubting man wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211710/ The Ghost Of White Mountain  She walks the same road and lives the same night.Unable to let go she turns her back on the light.She was meant to live and experience the joys of life.How can she forgive when her soul still feels the knife.From his haunting laughter she tries to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211709/ Thank You  Sometimes, when walking in the rain or stopping to look at a sunset I'll think of you and just smile.  I'll remember how life used to dance in your eyes and wonder if it still does.  You taught me so many things in lifejust by being yourself .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211707/ Teardrops And Angels Her mama lives in heaven.She's in a better place.Teardrops and angels,is all that she knows. She holds a piece of ribbon,a tattered piece of lace,a pattern and a coupleof lavender bows. Her first grade graduation.She only sees a space.H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211706/ Take The Time For so many years, growing up was painful for meI always felt alone My father never had time for me, even if he didWe never talkedTo me, he was simply the enforcer who never let upHow could I talk to him?He never understood what I was going throughHe never tried.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211696/ Starlight An army of stars shining through the nightLike old soldiers of wisdom adorned by their lightForever standing guard and willing to tell their talesGuiding souls to their destinations however they hail There is a lot to be said for the magic they holdSo many discove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211690/ A poem I wrote for a contest. Every line had to begin with the same letter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211687/ Right Here Beside You Staring at the shadows in the distance I see painfully familiar facesFrom behind the cold gray stones the morning fog reveals their embracesA blanket of roses begin their descent as her eyes give birth to a parade of tearsI long to touch her face and whisper my n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211686/ My Vow To YouThere is nothing more magical than walking hand in hand with you among the treesSilently bathing in the soft cradle of moonlight I have never felt so at easeFree to be the one I am with you I shed my mask and relish the freedom upon my faceLike a child from within hiding I off.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211684/ Morning WalkThe world is asleep as I quietly escape from reality.A single click from the latch behind me and I am free.As the silence of the night embraces me with its solitude,Only a small chorus of crickets accompany my footsteps. Upon reaching the end of a cracked and uneven si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211678/ Morning by the Sea Enveloped in a blanket of soft golden huesShe lies unaware of my silent adoration.Her beauty simply astounds meIn awe I lie breathless beside her As she lays so peacefully in her slumberI wonder if she knows how she completes meEver so gently I brush th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/211674/                              Morning Bliss  My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands.As I entered the theater the screen door slammed My re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/210901/ A poem about a fantastic little girl, whose abundance of love never ceases to amaze me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/210520/ Inside The Butterfly Jar Who am I to confess my sorrows, when there is no one left to care? My soul feels like a butterfly, trapped in a childs jar. Though the beauty may still exist, I am suffocating. I can feel my wings tapping on the glass walls Knowing on the other side, only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/209640/ Infidelity Feeling stagnant her life consisted of only black and whiteLonging for color she felt like she couldn’t breathe and panickedGasping for air she ran out the door she was not supposed to openAfter taking her fresh breath she realized it was not the air to blameIt was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/209631/ For my aunt Gloria. She suffered a devastating fever when she was a child which caused her to become mentally handicapped. The fever however, could never destroy her heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/202009/ I wrote this for my father, who always had a hard time saying I love you but never had a hard time showing it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201989/ These are the lyrics to the frist song I ever wrote :) I won't tell you how long ago =P I wrote this song for a couple I knew when I was just a kid. They were divorced but remained as friends. I could always see the love and respect still in their eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201948/ In memory of a very special lady who touched the hearts of so many. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201913/ Candlelight A soft golden glow bathes the room in its warmthThe world stops for a moment …Time stands still and allows our trials and worriesTo fade into a tranquil blanket of peace and security A softhearted melody emerges in the backgroundGiving birth to the person.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201884/ I wrote this after visiting a nursing home. Alone in a corner sat an elderly woman in a wheelchair. Although she was elderly, her beauty still struck me amazing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201873/ In Memory of little Jacob, who died too early in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201783/ A Lifetime In Awe I remember when I first saw you.Your eyes caught the sunas your smile captured my heart.My knees went weakand I couldn’t speak a word. I could not fathomthe woman of my dreamswas actually standing in front of me.I had no idea what to sayas I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201740/ Written for my daughter Miranda, who through all the pain has managed to blossom into such a beautiful and amazing young woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201728/ There comes a time for everyone when rediscovering themselves is simply magical. The need to step away from the past and let go of the pain becomes critical in order to heal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201502/ A Celebration of Completeness She looks at me with eyes so deep and pureYet she can melt my heart with only a whisper.I feel as though I have known her all my life.Long before we met, she existed in my dreams. Countless times I wondered if I would ever find her.Shallow rela.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrianWalters/201369/